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Authors: Quil Carter
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were having a bad dream! I’m sorry!” Perish cried. He was only wearing cloth pant bottoms. The rest of him was bare. “I don’t know why, okay? I just... I just –”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Jade was in the corner of my eye, his yellow eyes travelling first to me and then to Perish. He looked at the scientist and stalked up to him.
“What the fuck are you doing in here? Are you fucking kidding? Get the fuck out, you fucking psycho!” Jade roared. He grabbed Perish by the nape of the neck and started shoving him towards the door.
My mind couldn’t catch up to my thoughts. I was stunned; I was more than stunned I was terrified. I wasn’t safe here; I wasn’t safe with Perish and I wasn’t safe with Jade. I was miles and miles away from home, with no one to protect me.
I had to get away from these people but how? Reaver was dead... I had no one. I was alone with the scientist who had kept us captive; who had on many occasions came close to raping me... and Elish’s chimera pet who I didn’t trust at all.
Where was Reno? Greyson and Leo? My friends, the men I considered my family.
I was alone.
My breath choked in my throat, and with it I felt the anxiety reach a crippling point. A volcano that had been on the fringes of exploding finally shot out its first stream of magma. I was terrified, tired, shell-shocked... and done.
Jade turned around after Perish was gone. “Alright... tell me wha-”
“GET OUT!” I shrieked. I grabbed the digital clock that was resting beside the bed and threw it at the cicaro. Jade dodged it easily and put his hands up in front of him.
“Calm down... I’m not going to hurt you... the door locks, just –” Jade’s voice was low, calm and unthreatening but it didn’t matter. I didn’t want him near me; I didn’t want any of them near me.
I reached into Reaver’s cargo pants; I knew where everything was in his pockets.
I pulled out the grenade.
Then I heard Jade swear. I turned to give him one last ultimatum when I saw the door slam and the cicaro gone.
As soon as I was alone in that room my brain snapped into survival mode. Without even thinking about what I was doing I rolled my still resurrecting boyfriend off of the bed and pushed the box spring up against the door. Not feeling like I was safe enough I piled both night tables onto it too and then the two side chairs and dresser against it as well. I barricaded myself in as much as I could.
No one was allowed in. I had to be safe. I had to be safe... I wasn’t safe anywhere. The basement was gone. Aras was gone...
When I had piled everything I could against that door, I collapsed onto the mattress Reaver was on and cried into his cooled body. Though it wasn’t the same, it was all I had so I took it and I clung to it. Even if he smelled like blood and gunpowder most of the time he smelled like that anyways.
The first thing I saw the next morning was Reaver’s gaping neck wound, and the first thing I smelled was the odd smell of fresh flesh, like the meat packs we used to get from distribution.
At least he didn’t smell rotten; at least... this meant Greyson and Leo were right.
He was immortal...
But I knew that, because I know they had killed him before, many times probably, but I just didn’t know how it worked. What if there was a limit amount of time? Like how cats had nine lives...
I sniffed and wiped the sleep from my eyes before examining the wound more carefully. I was cautiously happy to see that I couldn’t see his spine when I lifted up the flap of skin that was covering the worst of the wound. He was healing... could it really only be three more days?
Thankfully we had our own private bathroom. I had a quick shower and took some more heroin before curling up next to Reaver again.
There was a small knock on my door sometime around noon. I had been nodding off into zombieland the entire morning, pretending I was back in Aras, back when things were at their best. Biff was
“What the fuck is going on here?” Jade was in the corner of my eye, his yellow eyes travelling first to me and then to Perish. He looked at the scientist and stalked up to him.
“What the fuck are you doing in here? Are you fucking kidding? Get the fuck out, you fucking psycho!” Jade roared. He grabbed Perish by the nape of the neck and started shoving him towards the door.
My mind couldn’t catch up to my thoughts. I was stunned; I was more than stunned I was terrified. I wasn’t safe here; I wasn’t safe with Perish and I wasn’t safe with Jade. I was miles and miles away from home, with no one to protect me.
I had to get away from these people but how? Reaver was dead... I had no one. I was alone with the scientist who had kept us captive; who had on many occasions came close to raping me... and Elish’s chimera pet who I didn’t trust at all.
Where was Reno? Greyson and Leo? My friends, the men I considered my family.
I was alone.
My breath choked in my throat, and with it I felt the anxiety reach a crippling point. A volcano that had been on the fringes of exploding finally shot out its first stream of magma. I was terrified, tired, shell-shocked... and done.
Jade turned around after Perish was gone. “Alright... tell me wha-”
“GET OUT!” I shrieked. I grabbed the digital clock that was resting beside the bed and threw it at the cicaro. Jade dodged it easily and put his hands up in front of him.
“Calm down... I’m not going to hurt you... the door locks, just –” Jade’s voice was low, calm and unthreatening but it didn’t matter. I didn’t want him near me; I didn’t want any of them near me.
I reached into Reaver’s cargo pants; I knew where everything was in his pockets.
I pulled out the grenade.
Then I heard Jade swear. I turned to give him one last ultimatum when I saw the door slam and the cicaro gone.
As soon as I was alone in that room my brain snapped into survival mode. Without even thinking about what I was doing I rolled my still resurrecting boyfriend off of the bed and pushed the box spring up against the door. Not feeling like I was safe enough I piled both night tables onto it too and then the two side chairs and dresser against it as well. I barricaded myself in as much as I could.
No one was allowed in. I had to be safe. I had to be safe... I wasn’t safe anywhere. The basement was gone. Aras was gone...
When I had piled everything I could against that door, I collapsed onto the mattress Reaver was on and cried into his cooled body. Though it wasn’t the same, it was all I had so I took it and I clung to it. Even if he smelled like blood and gunpowder most of the time he smelled like that anyways.
The first thing I saw the next morning was Reaver’s gaping neck wound, and the first thing I smelled was the odd smell of fresh flesh, like the meat packs we used to get from distribution.
At least he didn’t smell rotten; at least... this meant Greyson and Leo were right.
He was immortal...
But I knew that, because I know they had killed him before, many times probably, but I just didn’t know how it worked. What if there was a limit amount of time? Like how cats had nine lives...
I sniffed and wiped the sleep from my eyes before examining the wound more carefully. I was cautiously happy to see that I couldn’t see his spine when I lifted up the flap of skin that was covering the worst of the wound. He was healing... could it really only be three more days?
Thankfully we had our own private bathroom. I had a quick shower and took some more heroin before curling up next to Reaver again.
There was a small knock on my door sometime around noon. I had been nodding off into zombieland the entire morning, pretending I was back in Aras, back when things were at their best. Biff was
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