Us vs. Them
Putting My Defenses Up
I sped off on down the road, ignoring Ray throwing a cactus branch at the car in rage. I just gunned it again and kept my eyes forward, knuckles white against the black wheel. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling.
How dare he blame me for Nana's death?
HOW
FUCKING
DARE
HE.
I pulled into a Dead Pegasus station about 200 miles east of the little house. I shut the car off and pull the key out of the ignition. Sighing, I rest my head on the steering wheel.
"Why do you do this, Ray? Every fucking time we're together.."
I looked up into the mirror and noticed my pupils were dilated. Jesus fuck, what's going on? I reached back to my bag to grab my Carbons but much to my dismay, they were still on the kitchen table.
"Fuck," I muttered, reaching in to pull out my RayGun. "Gotta do it their way, I guess." I opened the car door and stepped out, slamming the door closed and shoving the gun in its holster. I pulled my mask on over my eyes and applied a light layer of red lipstick in the side mirror. Perfect.
I walked into the gas station and looked around. Just a bunch of youngsters, really. No older than their early 20's. Well, they're about to meet their fucking match.
"Alright, kiddies, reach for the sky!" I hollered as soon as I stepped in the joint. A few people looked at me with a confused look. I pulled out my pistol and shot a round off. "NOW!"
Hands flew up and lips kissed the floors. I pocketed anything I could: cash, which was rare, Carbons, ammo, chargers, batteries. I slid over to the coolers and pocketed a few cooled sandwiches. Shoving them in my bag, I turned around, RayGun out and aimed, and slid out the door, bowing before exiting stage left.
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It's been days without them. Days without Chaos. I sighed and sat up in the backseat, resting my head on the window. I fucking hate being alone. I looked around the vehicle, my eyes searching for the one thing that was never around.
Hope.
Sighing, I pulled my tshirt over my head. Smoothing my hair back and pulling it up in its usual style, I opened the back door and stepped out. The tshirt was like a fucking dress on me, holy shit. Looking down at it, I realized it one of Mikey's. I brought the collar up to my face and inhaled him once again: Old Spice and denim.
I reached back into the car and pulled out my dark jeans. Stepping into the, I looked across the sand. The sun was just rising and a few vultures panned across the sky. Beautiful, actually. I zipped my pants and pulled my boots, walking away from myself. I walked over to a cliff of rocks and sat down, tucking my left leg under my right and cascading my right leg over the side. I looked up at the sun and bit my lip, sighing.
I cracked my neck, relaxing. I leaned on my arms and sighed again, replaying the last few days. I had robbed a store. Check. I had stolen things from people I don't know, something I don't do. Check. Lose my brother? Again? You bet your sweet ass.
I tilted my head back and let the morning sun kiss my neck. I was too lost in thought to even notice the scuff of boots on the rocks.
"Well, what do we have here?"
How dare he blame me for Nana's death?
HOW
FUCKING
DARE
HE.
I pulled into a Dead Pegasus station about 200 miles east of the little house. I shut the car off and pull the key out of the ignition. Sighing, I rest my head on the steering wheel.
"Why do you do this, Ray? Every fucking time we're together.."
I looked up into the mirror and noticed my pupils were dilated. Jesus fuck, what's going on? I reached back to my bag to grab my Carbons but much to my dismay, they were still on the kitchen table.
"Fuck," I muttered, reaching in to pull out my RayGun. "Gotta do it their way, I guess." I opened the car door and stepped out, slamming the door closed and shoving the gun in its holster. I pulled my mask on over my eyes and applied a light layer of red lipstick in the side mirror. Perfect.
I walked into the gas station and looked around. Just a bunch of youngsters, really. No older than their early 20's. Well, they're about to meet their fucking match.
"Alright, kiddies, reach for the sky!" I hollered as soon as I stepped in the joint. A few people looked at me with a confused look. I pulled out my pistol and shot a round off. "NOW!"
Hands flew up and lips kissed the floors. I pocketed anything I could: cash, which was rare, Carbons, ammo, chargers, batteries. I slid over to the coolers and pocketed a few cooled sandwiches. Shoving them in my bag, I turned around, RayGun out and aimed, and slid out the door, bowing before exiting stage left.
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It's been days without them. Days without Chaos. I sighed and sat up in the backseat, resting my head on the window. I fucking hate being alone. I looked around the vehicle, my eyes searching for the one thing that was never around.
Hope.
Sighing, I pulled my tshirt over my head. Smoothing my hair back and pulling it up in its usual style, I opened the back door and stepped out. The tshirt was like a fucking dress on me, holy shit. Looking down at it, I realized it one of Mikey's. I brought the collar up to my face and inhaled him once again: Old Spice and denim.
I reached back into the car and pulled out my dark jeans. Stepping into the, I looked across the sand. The sun was just rising and a few vultures panned across the sky. Beautiful, actually. I zipped my pants and pulled my boots, walking away from myself. I walked over to a cliff of rocks and sat down, tucking my left leg under my right and cascading my right leg over the side. I looked up at the sun and bit my lip, sighing.
I cracked my neck, relaxing. I leaned on my arms and sighed again, replaying the last few days. I had robbed a store. Check. I had stolen things from people I don't know, something I don't do. Check. Lose my brother? Again? You bet your sweet ass.
I tilted my head back and let the morning sun kiss my neck. I was too lost in thought to even notice the scuff of boots on the rocks.
"Well, what do we have here?"
WHAT NO it cant just END THERE I. Need. This.Book. for my HEALTH its not making my fangirlia (a brain disease) any Better. Its too mush of a cliff hanger I just love it so much....
6/11/14