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Bloodgarden; An endless dedication... (CONTENT WARNING)
Topic Started: Dec 24 2010, 06:47 PM (12,069 Views)
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((Kimberly Nguyen continued from Seeking))

Kimberly was a thousand shades of pissed as she ran towards the scene. She couldn't even begin to express the degree to which this shit wasn't her problem. This was total psychopath nonsense. Kimberly didn't do psychopaths. She didn't understand them, was unable to relate to them, couldn't toy with them. There was no rhyme or reason to their actions, no read she could get on them and then exploit.

She'd almost walked by. She'd almost just let this shit go down how it was gonna go down. As soon as she'd stepped into the area, as soon as she'd smelled the decay and seen the corpses at a distance, old and molding and mutilated, every instinct in her had cried for her to split. She'd been keeping nice and quiet. She'd gotten pretty fucking good at being quiet. It would've been a cinch to slip away. But then she'd heard the shouts. She'd heard someone getting murdered, and she'd closed in just to see who it was, and damn if it wasn't somebody she couldn't just let die.

Dutchy.

They hadn't parted on good terms, she imagined. She hadn't bothered to sugarcoat how fucked she'd thought the whole group was. This had, of course, been the day after she'd threatened Dutchy when he caught her limping back to camp. Yeah, their team dynamic hadn't been optimal. Fact was, though, Dutchy wasn't half bad. Of the whole group of patronizing, worried fucks, he was probably the most tolerable, in part by virtue of being pretty damn helpless himself. She'd left him in the care of Sarah and Bridget and Roland. She'd figured they'd stay safe enough, and, until now, it had seemed like they had. But here was Dutchy, alone and unarmed, getting the shit beaten out of him by a psychopath (Brook, yeah? The gardener?).

Sarah and Bridget, those two zealous protectors, were clearly nowhere in the vicinity. They were gonna have a lot of explaining to do when Kimberly tracked them down. She had better things to be doing with her time than retrieving lost teammates.

She was afraid of Brook, of course. He was a known killer, and, from the scene before her, more than a few bulbs short of a tulip garden. But dammit, when people scared Kimberly, she couldn't just walk away, couldn't just back down. In this case, she had to deal with him. She had to pull Dutchy's ass out of the fire.

This wasn't gonna be fun.

She'd decided, though. She wasn't leaving here alone.

So she ran towards Brook. She didn't have the knife in her hand. Didn't need it. She wasn't planning on killing anyone else in whatever remained of her life. She wasn't looking to get into a physical struggle with a boy much bigger than her, one who could use both his arms. What she had to do was stall him for about three seconds, grab Dutchy, and get the fuck out of Dodge.

And oh, would there be hell to pay when she found Sarah and Bridget.

So Kimberly ran at Brook, making sure to lead with her good shoulder. Simple. Just hurtle into him. Knock him away. Yeah, Dutchy might lose a couple teeth as the gun came out of his mouth, but those were the breaks sometimes. Then they'd run, and hope that Brook was set on sticking to his fucked up rot shrine.

And then, she was there, and there was no more time to think.
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Impact. Perfect. She had enough momentum to make Brook feel that one. He gave out a little scream. That had Kimberly grinning nice and wide. Okay, physical pain wasn't her shtick, but some people were just begging to be roughed up a bit. Like most people, Brook couldn't take what he dished out so willingly. Wimp.

Poser.

Kimberly's thoughts didn't continue much in that vein, though. Brook was whining about their team up, because clearly a girl with a bum arm and a sobbing boy resigned to death were an overwhelming challenge for a quadruple-murderer with a gun. Wuss. It was time to get moving, though. Fuck actually fighting. The mission was a simple extradition.

Kimberly had Dutchy's hand, now, and they were running. It was a damn good thing she hadn't pulled out the knife. The last thing she needed was to be forced to choose between slicing Dutchy's palm open or dragging him along with her bad arm.

They were making it, though. Brook was nice and winded. He couldn't pursue them.

Kimberly heard the shot, and tensed for a second. She hadn't expected the total panic that gripped her in that moment. She'd been near guns since the first day, of course. She'd had them shoved in her face. She'd been ready to die by one. No one had shot at her in that time. No one had forced her back to that beach, to Kris, to lying in the sand and screaming and crying and hoping she wouldn't die and wishing she hadn't been so stupid.

She didn't die. The shot hadn't touched her. She was only slowed for a second.

She was biting her cheek. With a conscious effort, she stopped. Fuck this noise. She had what she'd come for.

And, like that, they were gone.

((Kimberly Nguyen continued in A White and Soundless Place))
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