Shoot From the Hip, Aim For the Head
Shut Up and Saddle Up
“Well someone was having a wonderful dream by the way you were moaning last night.” Party said, smiling over at me as he finished getting dressed. “Anyways, breakfast is in like twenty minutes, so be ready. See ya down there Ghoul.” With that Party grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door.
I lay in our bed for a few minutes before figuring Party wasn’t coming back in the room. Slowly sitting up, rubbing my face trying to wake up a bit more; groaning at myself for not waking up before Party. This wasn’t my first time sleeping in the same bed as Party, and it defiantly wasn’t the first time I woke up with a boner because of him. Usually I woke up before Party, slip into the shower and take care of the problem before he even wakes up. Apparently not today.
Eventually I managed to make it into the bathroom, stripping my clothes, and getting into the hot shower. I really did hate doing this, having to jerk myself off to the thought of Party. I don’t know what I thought was ever to going to happen, but I always managed imagine Party’s hand around my cock, slowly, teasingly stroking me. It was almost automatic for me now, getting these thought in my head. I rested my forehead against the cold tiled wall in the shower. Wrapping my hand around my stiff cock, I really didn’t want to think about it, but all I could manage was Party doing this to me. Slow strokes, setting a rhythm as I started to pick up speed. Closing my eyes, placing my hand against the tile wall for leverage as I felt my stomach start to knot. Could feel my climax building up in me, throwing my head back with a slight moan. I came over my hand and wall, moaning Party’s name. His name was like was venom on my lips, and I hated it. All the secrets, and all the lies from long ago; I had my chance and I passed it up.
Party would never be interested in me like this. Especially after what had happened. Our lives were thrown away. We were left for dead, and that’s what the goal was; to become part of the dead. We had nothing, lost it all when this all started. Now we were just running in circles; I was running in circles.
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“We don’t have the time! Everyone on hand, get set! I want everyone strapped and ready for the worst!” Some guy was yelling. It was mayhem down on the main level of the hotel, didn’t think my shower took that long. Even though I do think I wasted all the hot water in the hotel. Out on the strip was even worse. Killjoys were running everywhere, strapping on weapons and ammunition. Helmets and armor was being thrown out to others, quickly caught and put on.
“Look alive Killjoy! This isn’t time to stand and stare! You know how to work one of these right? Just aim from your hip, and shoot for the damn bastard’s head!” Z handed me a shotgun not bothering to explain what was going on.
“Z! Wait! What the hell is going on here? I was just told to show up for breakfast…” “No time to explain Killjoy, its war on our grounds! Creator-SS’ are coming in, and if we don’t slow them down, we’re dead!” With that Z turned and ran down the strip, getting together with some other Killjoys before they ran off between some of the hotels.
“Ghoul! There you are, come on! We gotta get going or Saw is going to have our asses for denying call of duty, let’s go!”
“Revolver, we’re not supposed to fight in this war though…just here to help.”
“This is helping, Ghoul! Kobra, Party, and Jet are already out there! Gotta go!” I was stuck running after Revolver, squeezing and pushing our way past the groups of people rushing around. When we came across a break in the hotels and people, I went ghost white. “Holy shit! Revolver…what the fuck is that thing!?” There were two giant heavy duty machines, moving around not five miles away from the camp slowly working their way closer, shooting two cannons at different spots on the ground.
“Those are Creators, SS series. Extremely powerful, and incredibly dangerous. So, unless you plan on being crushed to death or blown beyond your existence, you’ll shut up and saddle up!” “
Saddle up? What are you talking abo-” That’s when I saw Party fully set into a shield covered saddle being lowered onto one of the Hybrids Doc was talking about. It took a team of six to hold the beast still, and two crane arms to lower the saddle.
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Ghoul, just keep your guns set ready to fire. You’ve driven a motorcycle before right? Same idea on these saddles. When these guys get running, you’ll be happy for the shield, and the driving being so simple. Breaks, turning, red button is for shooting. Make sure you turned off the safety. You’re good to go. Now go!”
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I was set in the saddle, Party had already taken off with a group, and I was now being set onto the Hybrid. The shield dimed, a screen coming up, number countdown…5…4…3…2…1… It felt like I was in a rocket, a small window in the dark saddle cleared up showing us moving over the desert. More words and numbers came up on the screen, a small radio turned on in the corner, and the voices started flooding in.
“We’ve got to strike them at the knees…”
“Die, you motherfucking bastards! T-8 ready to go!” “Kill strike miner group! B-12 break, we’ve got Killjoys on board.”
“Don’t fret boys, let them run. We’ve got them where we want them. Aim for the knees on the SS.”
“Saw! Saw! We’ve got one down over here! Black Jack down, we’re playing in the dead man’s hand now!”
“Who’s hit?! Wasn’t one of us, was it?”
“This is Saw; I want a number call right now, who’s on still!” It was quite on the radio for a while, two beeps went off and names were given on the beat. The Hybrid took off like a bat out of hell, I could barely see through the dust until I was met up with Party and a few others. I saw the explosion go off; I heard the screams from a small group reaching the same pitch as the roar of the Hybrid that was flipped over.
I was expecting someone to run over by the injured animal and his rider trapped in the broken saddle. No one did though, as names were still being called out. I heard Jet announce his presence on the radio, and then it was static again. Two beeps and the yelling continued.
“Saw is offline, doesn’t mean we slack off ladies, shoot those bastards numb!”
“What ground are we going to? Eighteenth?!” “Saw said he wants us at the Zero Percent, Ground…”
“Killjoy Down! Break target! I want the Graves out now! Don’t slow it down!” The radio went frantic, everyone questioning which Killjoy it was. Was it one of theirs or was it one of ours? Saw wasn’t coming back on the radio answering though. The message was set on repeat though, every few minutes the call for “Graves” was sent out.
I was barely steering the Hybrid, it had most control for our trip so far, but now I needed to know. I was positive that this had to be the most stupidest thing I have ever done, and probably will ever do. I grabbed the handles tighter, putting my full strength into turning the damn thing around. Surprisingly it obeyed the command. Could feel it digging its long claws into the sand whipping its body around, and off it went again.
I could see Hallow digging at the saddle that was half way buried under the sand. Z stood only feet away from Dawn, guns raised high ready to shoot anyone who got to close.
“What did I tell ya about getting curious, Frank? Let the boys work; keep your head in the game. Unless you have no means left.” Skratch’s voice sounded like a snakes. Just a hiss and a threat but enough to make you want to back down. That’s what I ended up doing. I couldn’t see him, but he could see me, and after the feared look from Revolver about Saw catching you slacking off; I didn’t want to mess with Skratch.
“Saw, it’s a bomber! We need Graves now! This is gonna light up real fast!” With that quick message from Dawn, everything got dark, and then nothing, even the static from the radio quit buzzing.
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I lay in our bed for a few minutes before figuring Party wasn’t coming back in the room. Slowly sitting up, rubbing my face trying to wake up a bit more; groaning at myself for not waking up before Party. This wasn’t my first time sleeping in the same bed as Party, and it defiantly wasn’t the first time I woke up with a boner because of him. Usually I woke up before Party, slip into the shower and take care of the problem before he even wakes up. Apparently not today.
Eventually I managed to make it into the bathroom, stripping my clothes, and getting into the hot shower. I really did hate doing this, having to jerk myself off to the thought of Party. I don’t know what I thought was ever to going to happen, but I always managed imagine Party’s hand around my cock, slowly, teasingly stroking me. It was almost automatic for me now, getting these thought in my head. I rested my forehead against the cold tiled wall in the shower. Wrapping my hand around my stiff cock, I really didn’t want to think about it, but all I could manage was Party doing this to me. Slow strokes, setting a rhythm as I started to pick up speed. Closing my eyes, placing my hand against the tile wall for leverage as I felt my stomach start to knot. Could feel my climax building up in me, throwing my head back with a slight moan. I came over my hand and wall, moaning Party’s name. His name was like was venom on my lips, and I hated it. All the secrets, and all the lies from long ago; I had my chance and I passed it up.
Party would never be interested in me like this. Especially after what had happened. Our lives were thrown away. We were left for dead, and that’s what the goal was; to become part of the dead. We had nothing, lost it all when this all started. Now we were just running in circles; I was running in circles.
~/~/~/~/~
“We don’t have the time! Everyone on hand, get set! I want everyone strapped and ready for the worst!” Some guy was yelling. It was mayhem down on the main level of the hotel, didn’t think my shower took that long. Even though I do think I wasted all the hot water in the hotel. Out on the strip was even worse. Killjoys were running everywhere, strapping on weapons and ammunition. Helmets and armor was being thrown out to others, quickly caught and put on.
“Look alive Killjoy! This isn’t time to stand and stare! You know how to work one of these right? Just aim from your hip, and shoot for the damn bastard’s head!” Z handed me a shotgun not bothering to explain what was going on.
“Z! Wait! What the hell is going on here? I was just told to show up for breakfast…” “No time to explain Killjoy, its war on our grounds! Creator-SS’ are coming in, and if we don’t slow them down, we’re dead!” With that Z turned and ran down the strip, getting together with some other Killjoys before they ran off between some of the hotels.
“Ghoul! There you are, come on! We gotta get going or Saw is going to have our asses for denying call of duty, let’s go!”
“Revolver, we’re not supposed to fight in this war though…just here to help.”
“This is helping, Ghoul! Kobra, Party, and Jet are already out there! Gotta go!” I was stuck running after Revolver, squeezing and pushing our way past the groups of people rushing around. When we came across a break in the hotels and people, I went ghost white. “Holy shit! Revolver…what the fuck is that thing!?” There were two giant heavy duty machines, moving around not five miles away from the camp slowly working their way closer, shooting two cannons at different spots on the ground.
“Those are Creators, SS series. Extremely powerful, and incredibly dangerous. So, unless you plan on being crushed to death or blown beyond your existence, you’ll shut up and saddle up!” “
Saddle up? What are you talking abo-” That’s when I saw Party fully set into a shield covered saddle being lowered onto one of the Hybrids Doc was talking about. It took a team of six to hold the beast still, and two crane arms to lower the saddle.
"
Ghoul, just keep your guns set ready to fire. You’ve driven a motorcycle before right? Same idea on these saddles. When these guys get running, you’ll be happy for the shield, and the driving being so simple. Breaks, turning, red button is for shooting. Make sure you turned off the safety. You’re good to go. Now go!”
~/~/~/~/~
I was set in the saddle, Party had already taken off with a group, and I was now being set onto the Hybrid. The shield dimed, a screen coming up, number countdown…5…4…3…2…1… It felt like I was in a rocket, a small window in the dark saddle cleared up showing us moving over the desert. More words and numbers came up on the screen, a small radio turned on in the corner, and the voices started flooding in.
“We’ve got to strike them at the knees…”
“Die, you motherfucking bastards! T-8 ready to go!” “Kill strike miner group! B-12 break, we’ve got Killjoys on board.”
“Don’t fret boys, let them run. We’ve got them where we want them. Aim for the knees on the SS.”
“Saw! Saw! We’ve got one down over here! Black Jack down, we’re playing in the dead man’s hand now!”
“Who’s hit?! Wasn’t one of us, was it?”
“This is Saw; I want a number call right now, who’s on still!” It was quite on the radio for a while, two beeps went off and names were given on the beat. The Hybrid took off like a bat out of hell, I could barely see through the dust until I was met up with Party and a few others. I saw the explosion go off; I heard the screams from a small group reaching the same pitch as the roar of the Hybrid that was flipped over.
I was expecting someone to run over by the injured animal and his rider trapped in the broken saddle. No one did though, as names were still being called out. I heard Jet announce his presence on the radio, and then it was static again. Two beeps and the yelling continued.
“Saw is offline, doesn’t mean we slack off ladies, shoot those bastards numb!”
“What ground are we going to? Eighteenth?!” “Saw said he wants us at the Zero Percent, Ground…”
“Killjoy Down! Break target! I want the Graves out now! Don’t slow it down!” The radio went frantic, everyone questioning which Killjoy it was. Was it one of theirs or was it one of ours? Saw wasn’t coming back on the radio answering though. The message was set on repeat though, every few minutes the call for “Graves” was sent out.
I was barely steering the Hybrid, it had most control for our trip so far, but now I needed to know. I was positive that this had to be the most stupidest thing I have ever done, and probably will ever do. I grabbed the handles tighter, putting my full strength into turning the damn thing around. Surprisingly it obeyed the command. Could feel it digging its long claws into the sand whipping its body around, and off it went again.
I could see Hallow digging at the saddle that was half way buried under the sand. Z stood only feet away from Dawn, guns raised high ready to shoot anyone who got to close.
“What did I tell ya about getting curious, Frank? Let the boys work; keep your head in the game. Unless you have no means left.” Skratch’s voice sounded like a snakes. Just a hiss and a threat but enough to make you want to back down. That’s what I ended up doing. I couldn’t see him, but he could see me, and after the feared look from Revolver about Saw catching you slacking off; I didn’t want to mess with Skratch.
“Saw, it’s a bomber! We need Graves now! This is gonna light up real fast!” With that quick message from Dawn, everything got dark, and then nothing, even the static from the radio quit buzzing.
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12/26/12