Look Alive, Keep Running and Save The World
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“Can you believe him? First he stupidly flies into all this mess now he wants to be included, what this fuck is he thinking. Has he got a death wish? Why won’t he just listen to what I say when I say it and we wouldn’t have problems like this, it’s only because he doesn’t fucking listen to me, and if he doesn’t listen to me he’s going to get fucking killed and then it would be all my fault, he gets under my skin-“
Memory hadn’t let rip like this in the few months she had been staying with them, it was a shock and no one knew what to say, so Frank did “Whoa, calm down Miss, save the anger for the Dracs and lay of your brother, you don’t see Gerard going like that to Mikey” Memory sunk in her seat, this being exactly the reason why words aren’t her best friend, the blood rushing to her cheeks from being told off. Beautiful eyes made contact with her quickly, “You’d be surprised, Me and Gee used to fight like crazy” Gerard gave a little laugh and agreed, the beautiful eyes gave her a tiny smile and she returned it. She silently thanked him in her head, it’s not going to do much but she was preoccupied in herself at the time being. The car did a few turns and Memory swayed left to right thinking – she had become comfortable with these people. She had grown to like them, as if a make shift family.
The car came to a holt and the anger rose in Memory, Gerard flung the door open and as quick as possible we all filed out and retained a V formation as we sized them up, Ray said loud enough for us to hear and quietly enough for them to not, only two of them. Easily outnumbered, Gerard stayed put while Kobra and Jet went to hand combat to create a distraction while Memory and Ghoul stood and shot; Gerard shouted instructions and helped both Kobra and Jet. It was a quick fight, one needing Gerard to surprise it and getting back in the Trans-am in the next ten minutes. Mikey was bleeding, and Memory was just the one to tend to it, having the Drac rip his t-shirt slightly, Memory then ripping it in half entirely to bandage up the wound. He nodded as a thanks and she gave him a tiny ‘you’re welcome’ smile.
That drive, Memory was beginning to think like a teenage girl again. Wondering what Beautiful eyes thought of her. She thought that because she patched him up and he thanked her, she felt there was now this mutual care between them. It made her happy that she felt care for the first time in months, not being drowned in words that are formed into a sentence that vaguely sounds like care; it’s the actions that showed the care, it made a warm feeling run through her.
As they all got out the car to have a drink, Fox was seen sulking on the roof perched behind the sign that once lit up at night, feet dangling off the edge. Memory wasn’t in the mood to talk to him; it would either make her sad or angry. So she went to her previous smoking spot, she sat there, reviewing, wondering and predicting.
“Smoking will give you cancer” said some snide voice, she pulled out her ray gun and pointed it in the general direction of the voice, “Calm the fuck down it’s me, up here” It was the unforgettable voice of her baby brother. She turned her head up towards the sky, the sun was behind Memory now and the sky was slowly but surely turning blue to then descend into black. Memory lowered her gun and spat her cigarette out of her mouth; she didn’t say anything to him other than, “Goodnight Jackie” as she headed back inside.
Memory hadn’t let rip like this in the few months she had been staying with them, it was a shock and no one knew what to say, so Frank did “Whoa, calm down Miss, save the anger for the Dracs and lay of your brother, you don’t see Gerard going like that to Mikey” Memory sunk in her seat, this being exactly the reason why words aren’t her best friend, the blood rushing to her cheeks from being told off. Beautiful eyes made contact with her quickly, “You’d be surprised, Me and Gee used to fight like crazy” Gerard gave a little laugh and agreed, the beautiful eyes gave her a tiny smile and she returned it. She silently thanked him in her head, it’s not going to do much but she was preoccupied in herself at the time being. The car did a few turns and Memory swayed left to right thinking – she had become comfortable with these people. She had grown to like them, as if a make shift family.
The car came to a holt and the anger rose in Memory, Gerard flung the door open and as quick as possible we all filed out and retained a V formation as we sized them up, Ray said loud enough for us to hear and quietly enough for them to not, only two of them. Easily outnumbered, Gerard stayed put while Kobra and Jet went to hand combat to create a distraction while Memory and Ghoul stood and shot; Gerard shouted instructions and helped both Kobra and Jet. It was a quick fight, one needing Gerard to surprise it and getting back in the Trans-am in the next ten minutes. Mikey was bleeding, and Memory was just the one to tend to it, having the Drac rip his t-shirt slightly, Memory then ripping it in half entirely to bandage up the wound. He nodded as a thanks and she gave him a tiny ‘you’re welcome’ smile.
That drive, Memory was beginning to think like a teenage girl again. Wondering what Beautiful eyes thought of her. She thought that because she patched him up and he thanked her, she felt there was now this mutual care between them. It made her happy that she felt care for the first time in months, not being drowned in words that are formed into a sentence that vaguely sounds like care; it’s the actions that showed the care, it made a warm feeling run through her.
As they all got out the car to have a drink, Fox was seen sulking on the roof perched behind the sign that once lit up at night, feet dangling off the edge. Memory wasn’t in the mood to talk to him; it would either make her sad or angry. So she went to her previous smoking spot, she sat there, reviewing, wondering and predicting.
“Smoking will give you cancer” said some snide voice, she pulled out her ray gun and pointed it in the general direction of the voice, “Calm the fuck down it’s me, up here” It was the unforgettable voice of her baby brother. She turned her head up towards the sky, the sun was behind Memory now and the sky was slowly but surely turning blue to then descend into black. Memory lowered her gun and spat her cigarette out of her mouth; she didn’t say anything to him other than, “Goodnight Jackie” as she headed back inside.
4/17/13