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In some cultures, what I do is considered normal.
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((Time skipping again. Wee, time skips! Apologizing in advance for any GMing. If anybody involved has an issue with what I’ve written, let me know and I’ll fix it.))

As he watched the stars twinkling in the night sky, Roman contemplated what was left of his future. He was fairly certain that short of some miracle rescue, there wasn’t anything anyone could do for him. But at least he had found Alex. She was safe and healthy.

He could see how concerned she was about his current…condition but there was nothing he could do except try and downplay the severity of his injuries. If she was distracted by him, she wouldn’t be able to keep watching out for herself. As loathe as he was to think it, he knew he was more of a hindrance to his sister’s continued chances than he was a help.

Hot tears of frustration gathered at the corners of his eyes. Assuming he even managed to climb to his feet when it was time to set out in the morning, he knew that he would be the focus of attention. No one would want to overtax him, not push him too hard. God forbid, if they actually ran into someone who wanted to hurt them, Alex would probably try and shield him. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let her throw away her chance to go home to their parents on him, not when he was already a lost cause.

Gritting his teeth to keep from sobbing out loud in despair, he fixated on trying to clench his left hand into a fist. He hadn’t told any of the others that he had lost all feeling in his left arm not long after they had run into Alex. Or that the pins-and-needles sensation he had experienced since the shooting had spread over most of his lower body. It was just another one of those things that would worry his sister. His head swam and the stars overhead blurred.

Squeezing his eyes tight, his words came out in a harsh whisper. “God, I know you and I haven’t talked in a really long time. I was really angry after Grandpa George died. I was pretty sure you weren’t listening to me anymore. I’m not even a hundred percent sure you’re listening to me right now. But I know that given the situation we’re all in, I can’t be the only person trying to get your attention.”

Turning his head as best he could, Roman glanced over at Alex to make sure she was still asleep before he continued. “So here’s the deal, God. I know I’m dying. I can feel it. Unlike some of the others who’ve met their ends here, mine is in inches and feet rather than all at once. And I’m okay with that. I really am. But I know Alex won’t be. I need you to take care of my sister, or send someone else to take care of her, and get her back to my parents. It’s not fair that they should lose both of us. They’re good people and they’re going to be devastated.”

Taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled. “So if you could just do that for me, I’ll be totally good with whatever happens to me. I found Alex. I did what I could. Now, I’m leaving it all up to you.”

He heard the watch approach to check on him. He tried to remember who it was. He could see Alex and who he thought was Jojo sleeping nearby. Taking a wild guess and taking care to keep his voice low, he spoke. “Hey Acacia. You, umm…you heard all that didn’t you?”
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