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 That's not usually there
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.
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
HomecomingWhat a way to wake up To David's chatter.
Sometimes, I kinda wanted to throttle him for waking me up all the time. And of course, it was the one time I was sleeping without nightmares.
"Poison told him she was unobtainable," I heard him giggling and couldn't help but smile sleepily. "She kept threatening him. And she said something about getting a tattoo. I want one too!"
Wait, who the hell is he talking to? I sat up. It was probably grace, but he was using my transmitter again. Blast.
"Heh, maybe when you're a little older...then you can get a tattoo." I must still be dreaming . "Maybe I'll get another one with you." I heard Havok, and he sounded like he was smiling. "I have wings tattooed on my back. Kinda like yours, except they're black."
I stumbled out of my room, blinking in the light. Darn, I was still so tired . Of course, David kept babbling, "Can I see? Did it hurt?"
"It hurt a little, but not too much," Davey's voice murmured. I heard cloth rustling as I roun
Oops...The door flew open and I was caught. I knew I was blushing as davey looked at the transmitter in my hand.
"SAM! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He snatched the transmitter away and glared at me.
I was in big trouble.
I couldn't say anything to him. I knew I was screwed because he was cursing... Normally he won't do that; he knows I hate it. He sighed in exasperation.
"That's it. I honestly didn't think I'd have to do this, Sam". He promptly picked me up and carried me over his shoulder.
"davey, put me down!" I growled, but to no effect.
He carried me into the bedroom and grabed a roll of duct tape off the shelf. I was definately in major trouble. He started taping my wrists and attaching them to the headboard as he continued, "...I really didn't want to do this, but you didn't leave me any choice...."
I started to panic, flashes of memory dazzling my brain. I remembered 24061's mask hovering over me as a buzzing filled my ears. I was
Begging for absolutionHavok hurried into my room calling "Sam? Are you alright?" I guess he heard me talking to static... Or drac 93193. I felt little droplets running down my face as I took a shuddering breath. Davey perched on the edge of my bed as I whispered:
"We lost Static... She was in pain..." I started to shake a little.
Davey's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "She...she died?" he asked.
"No..." I whispered. "Worse, she turned herself in. She was on the verge of coming back to us, but they did something..." I choked back a sob and sniffed. "She's gone again..."
Havok looked at me with stunned disbelief and a single curse escaped. "She-- she couldn't have...she wouldn't...." But we both knew better.
I nodded, trying to ignore the pain in my chest. "They stole her from us... I have to do something!" I tried to stand, but Davey took me by the shoulders and laid me back down.
"Sam, we...we can't save her now. I'm sorry." His eyes were filled with quiet compassion and grief. I star
Poison Kiss - Prayer for a FriendI woke up with my transmitter in my hand and tear-tracks on my face.
"Cyanide" I whispered, trying not to choke up again. I'd lost him. He'd risked everything to save me and I was going to lose him I tossed and turned but there was no peace in my room.
I remembered asking Arrow yesterday if there was anywhere to pray here. Dumb question huh? It's a freakin' church
"Sure. There is a small chapel in the side aisle. Go right out this corridor, after entering the main aisle turn right and go straight on untill you see the picture of St. Salomea. Turn left then and you are in the chapel."
Unfortunately, I suck at remembering directions. So as I wandered around the church, I smelled the stink of alcohol. Covering my nose with my sleeve, I peeked into the kitchen, wondering if I was wrong about Arrow NOT being the kind of girl to get flat-out drunk.
No, I wasn't wrong. It was just Sister Maddie.
Sister Maddie? Too weird.
A bottle of wine was open beside her, but it was still full
Torment - part 3I'm finally free, thanks to Cyanide Flame. But I figured I'd still tell everyone what happened... And maybe it'll help me heal.
I was awakened from a lovely dream talking with Cyanide to see the drac standing over me. She had taken the bag from my head while I was unconscious. I scowled until I heard the buzzing of the cattle prod.
"Look alive, sunshine," she mocked, holding up the cattle prod.
My eyes widened in horror and I pursed my lips. Trying to breathe normally, I focused on Cyanide's voice on replay in my mind.
I opened my eyes in wonder as she set the cattle prod down. Fear coursed through me like ice water. What could be next?
She pulled out a transmitter and fiddled with it for a while. Finally I had to ask: "What are you doing? Finding some good music?"
She smiled wickedly. "...It's music to my ears, yes." She pressed something, and Cyanide's frightened voice began to play through the room.
Unconsciously I struggled. "What have you done to him?!?" I yelled.
"Wouldn't you li
Torment - part 2I found myself waking up to a pounding head. I don't remember getting hit, but that's life I guess... This time I was bound to a table and felt a bag over my head. I knew all too well what it meant.
I started taking deep breaths to try filling my lungs before she started drowning me. I prayed she wouldn't use gasoline and catch me on fire.
"...I hope you're awake," she chuckled. "If you aren't, though...this might do the trick."
I heard the water pouring out and held my breath as long as I could, releasing it slowly. I choked only within the last couple moments. Forcing myself to take deep breaths again, I prepared myself mentally by shutting down the voice in my head telling me I was going to die.
I heard the buzzing of the cattle prod and couldn't help myself, I started crying. She shocked me again and I started to fight my bonds. The bag was clinging to my face, making it hard to breathe.
"Why?" I gasped. I wanted an answer, a reason for the pain.
She refused to give me
Torment - part 1There were Dracs everywhere.... We must have somehow tripped an alarm as we came in. I tried to lead some away from Cyanide and ran the opposite direction. He may have called my name, but I'm not sure. Only as I started running did I realize, I don't have the heart to shoot anyone. I managed to make it round a corner, shooting my pursuers in the knees and shoulders.
Before I could look down the new corridor, something impacted my chest like a sledgehammer. I was knocked flat as the world faded to muted colors. My ears were stuffed with cotton as a smiling Drac leaned over me and said "You shouldn't have come alone, Killjoy." She grabbed my arms and started dragging me into one of the white rooms. I tried to fight back, but my muscles and brain didn't connect. The Drac stripped me of my weapons and tied me to a chair.
I'm not sure if I hung my head, or if it lolled forward on its own
I had failed.
Not just myself, but Lithium, Danger, Pony, Party... And Cyanide. A rebel