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Chapter 4
Triple Defy’s POV
I hated having to tell people about the Scarecrow, but I had to. An awkward silence had settled into the car, and it didn’t go away. When we arrived at the familiar little building Dr. Death lived in, I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. I burst in, and forced him off the couch. “We’re checking for bugs, NOW.” I said, yawning. I put my hand over my mouth, hoping Dr. Death hadn’t heard, he over-reacted about stuff like me being tired. I was FINE, I could sleep while were driving at night. “I heard you yawn, go through next door and sleep.”
“Like fuck.”
“Language! Go, you’re exhausted.”
“Shut, up, I’m fine.”
“You aren’t, you say you always need to stay alert!”
“And being asleep I’m sure I can kick some ass (!)”
“Triple, just go. We’ll check.” Party Poison said, walking in with the others. I clearly wasn’t getting anywhere in this argument. I gave up and went through to the other room. I curled up on the tiny bed and fell asleep almost straight away. Dr. Death was right, as per usual.
Mikey’s POV
“I swear to God, that girl… Anyway, let’s get looking.” Dr. Death said, lifting the cushions off the old couch. He took what looked like a large magnet out of his jacket and waved it over the cushions. It remained silent until he waved it over the last one, when it started beeping like crazy. He took out a knife and made a slit along the side of the cushion. He put the tool inside the cushion and when he took it back out a bug was attached. He threw it, and it landed with a clang in a bucket at the door. “Nice shot!” Ray said.
“Thanks, let’s keep looking.”
We ended up finding 3 bugs in the main room. After we decided it was clean, Frank went through to wake up Triple. She came through rubbing her eyes and her hair sticking up all over the place.
“I fucking TOLD you.”
“Again, language. But you have a point.”
“I always do! And swearing is more about intention than vocabulary.”
“Stop being so bloody wise.”
“Nah. Let’s check the other room.”
“Right. Poison and Ghoul, get rid of those bugs.” Dr. Death said, walking into the other room and dragging Triple behind him.
Gerard’s POV
We made sure the bugs were completely maimed and took apart before we dumped them. When we were finished and happy with our work, we re-filled the water bottles we had emptied, using Triple’s filter. I flopped down on the couch just as I heard Triple scream. I grabbed my gun, and Frank, and ran through to the other room. The side door in the room was wide open. A bald man had Triple in a headlock. Her mouth was covered, but she kept biting the man’s hand. I didn’t know what to do. I could take out a Droid, no bother. But a real person? More to the point, the Scarecrow? While I was having an internal crisis Dr. Death was talking to the man. “Come on, Jack! She’s your DAUGHTER!” the Scarecrow’s eyes grew cold and he drew his gun. He held it at Triple’s temple. Without a second thought I shot his hand. He hissed and let go. Triple bounded over to me and gave me a huge hug. The Scarecrow still had his gun, though, and it was still pointing at Triple. He fired, and ran out of the building. The ray of light had missed Triple completely and hit a lamp, which had exploded. “You need to change location, Doc. It’s clean, someone will make good use of it, maybe.” Triple said. “BL/ind can’t get me. I thought we verified that.”
“For fucks’ sake! In case you didn’t notice, we could have ALL been dead there. And now he knows you’re here. Are you crazy?”
“You could say that. But I’m tired of running.”
“That’s rich, considering you’ve been here since the start of all this.”
“You know what I mean. Maybe being captured won’t be so bad.”
“Captured and Dying are synonyms out here. So that’s not happening. Get your shit together, Doc. We leave at dawn.” Triple left the room.
“She’s right. But the fact that she knows how to survive out here freaks me out.” I muttered, running my fingers through my hair.
“She’s a smart kid, Poison. She understands how things work here, thanks to me and her dad. She has her own knowledge too. She’s easily one of the best people to be in a group with.”
“Not because of her knowledge, though.” Ray said.
“How, then?”
“She has a strong will to survive. She wants to live.”
“She wants to see this shit end.” Triple said, coming back through and sitting on the bed. She took a book out of her bag and started reading.
I hated having to tell people about the Scarecrow, but I had to. An awkward silence had settled into the car, and it didn’t go away. When we arrived at the familiar little building Dr. Death lived in, I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. I burst in, and forced him off the couch. “We’re checking for bugs, NOW.” I said, yawning. I put my hand over my mouth, hoping Dr. Death hadn’t heard, he over-reacted about stuff like me being tired. I was FINE, I could sleep while were driving at night. “I heard you yawn, go through next door and sleep.”
“Like fuck.”
“Language! Go, you’re exhausted.”
“Shut, up, I’m fine.”
“You aren’t, you say you always need to stay alert!”
“And being asleep I’m sure I can kick some ass (!)”
“Triple, just go. We’ll check.” Party Poison said, walking in with the others. I clearly wasn’t getting anywhere in this argument. I gave up and went through to the other room. I curled up on the tiny bed and fell asleep almost straight away. Dr. Death was right, as per usual.
Mikey’s POV
“I swear to God, that girl… Anyway, let’s get looking.” Dr. Death said, lifting the cushions off the old couch. He took what looked like a large magnet out of his jacket and waved it over the cushions. It remained silent until he waved it over the last one, when it started beeping like crazy. He took out a knife and made a slit along the side of the cushion. He put the tool inside the cushion and when he took it back out a bug was attached. He threw it, and it landed with a clang in a bucket at the door. “Nice shot!” Ray said.
“Thanks, let’s keep looking.”
We ended up finding 3 bugs in the main room. After we decided it was clean, Frank went through to wake up Triple. She came through rubbing her eyes and her hair sticking up all over the place.
“I fucking TOLD you.”
“Again, language. But you have a point.”
“I always do! And swearing is more about intention than vocabulary.”
“Stop being so bloody wise.”
“Nah. Let’s check the other room.”
“Right. Poison and Ghoul, get rid of those bugs.” Dr. Death said, walking into the other room and dragging Triple behind him.
Gerard’s POV
We made sure the bugs were completely maimed and took apart before we dumped them. When we were finished and happy with our work, we re-filled the water bottles we had emptied, using Triple’s filter. I flopped down on the couch just as I heard Triple scream. I grabbed my gun, and Frank, and ran through to the other room. The side door in the room was wide open. A bald man had Triple in a headlock. Her mouth was covered, but she kept biting the man’s hand. I didn’t know what to do. I could take out a Droid, no bother. But a real person? More to the point, the Scarecrow? While I was having an internal crisis Dr. Death was talking to the man. “Come on, Jack! She’s your DAUGHTER!” the Scarecrow’s eyes grew cold and he drew his gun. He held it at Triple’s temple. Without a second thought I shot his hand. He hissed and let go. Triple bounded over to me and gave me a huge hug. The Scarecrow still had his gun, though, and it was still pointing at Triple. He fired, and ran out of the building. The ray of light had missed Triple completely and hit a lamp, which had exploded. “You need to change location, Doc. It’s clean, someone will make good use of it, maybe.” Triple said. “BL/ind can’t get me. I thought we verified that.”
“For fucks’ sake! In case you didn’t notice, we could have ALL been dead there. And now he knows you’re here. Are you crazy?”
“You could say that. But I’m tired of running.”
“That’s rich, considering you’ve been here since the start of all this.”
“You know what I mean. Maybe being captured won’t be so bad.”
“Captured and Dying are synonyms out here. So that’s not happening. Get your shit together, Doc. We leave at dawn.” Triple left the room.
“She’s right. But the fact that she knows how to survive out here freaks me out.” I muttered, running my fingers through my hair.
“She’s a smart kid, Poison. She understands how things work here, thanks to me and her dad. She has her own knowledge too. She’s easily one of the best people to be in a group with.”
“Not because of her knowledge, though.” Ray said.
“How, then?”
“She has a strong will to survive. She wants to live.”
“She wants to see this shit end.” Triple said, coming back through and sitting on the bed. She took a book out of her bag and started reading.
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