Siblings?I woke up to a hand clamped over my mouth. Since it was kinda dark and I was wearing that stupid eyepatch, I couldn't see who was standing over me, but I knew one thing.It wasn't Party.The hand was lifted from my mouth after a moment, since I couldn't struggle. My bandages made sure of that. I would see starbursts if I took too deep a breath for Pete's sake. My heart started pounding as a painfully familiar voice greeted me."Hello, Samantha.""Don't call me that" I mumbled, wondering where Party had gone.Oh God, did something...No. He's not weak or stupid. He's fine."Please, come where I can see you..." I begged quietly."You've seen me often enough." he replied, almost laughing. A hand stroked my cheek and brushed my neck before pulling my hair away from my jugular. I stiffened as cold, sharp steel pressed against my skin.At that precise moment, Party Poison opened the door, raygun at the ready."Stop right there." he murmured.I can't remember the last time I was so ha
Dimitri and I in BLIPoison rode up on a sleek black bike, wearing her customary black jacket and pants, with combat boots laced up tight. She grinned at Dimitri. "Ready to go?" she asked softlyDimitri looked up from where he was sitting on the porch. He placed the watch in his hands back in his pants pocket and stood. "Y-Yes.""Do you have any weapons?" she inquired, scooting forward on the bike to give him room."Just my gun.." He sat down, arm twitching once, "Key gave it to me when we were practice shooting.."She turned back to look at him. "Will you be able to hold on?" she asked, knowing his adversity to physical contact. The knives on her hip glinted in the sun.He nodded anxiously, "I-I'll hold on, don't worry.."She sighed, conscious it might be difficult for him. "Would you rather drive?" she asked softly."No, r-really it's fine.. We should be heading out f-fast.." Dimitri rested his arms around her waist for fear of falling off."Alright" she said quietly, starting the engine. "Hold on tight"
HeadshotI stopped the bike in the outskirts of Zone 6, kicking down the stand and pulling off the sunglasses I never wore. I held out a hand for my helmet, which Butterfly was wearing. As she pulled it off, I scanned the desert sands. Nothing, as far as the eye could wait a minute
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I scowled. Great, another Drac to deal with today. As if things weren't difficult enough right now.I pulled my gun out of its holster and sighted around the car. Before I could say anything, I saw a drac round the car, dragging some hapless Killjoy with him. Said killjoy was writhing on the ground, screaming in pain. Without any hesitation, I aimed.*BANG*One less drac.Before the horror of what I had done could sink in, I coldly holstered the gun and went to the victim. Perfect headshot, right between the eyes. I pulled off the mask and looked into the drac's face.No one I knew. That helped a little.I looked back at Butterfly, who was helping the screaming killj