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Amazing Journey/Sparks
Topic Started: Feb 7 2011, 07:59 AM (1,990 Views)
Brackie
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((Aston Bennett rages on from And As If It Couldn't Get Any Worse))

All this was was cross-country.

It was across an area of land, and there was a set course she had to follow. She had to run. She was on her own again, probably ahead of the pack.

Now, how wasn't it like cross country?

For starters, there wasn't any set course that she /knew/. Vague directions weren't a course, no point in pretending otherwise. Oh, look, angry girl is getting angry, she's gonna chase after the two guys who fucked her over, right? She can chase them down and beat the crap out of them and show them who's the fucking boss, right? Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. They must have been fucking masters of stealth, cause in the time it took for that goth chick to get that bolt out of her arm and heal her up, they'd made like a tree and crumbled the fuck into the wilderness and gave her the middle finger. Yeah, just like a tree.

Oh, and another thing; she was used to being at full health when she ran. She usually didn't have a hole in her shoulder, yeah, those weren't exactly all the rage back home. Even with the minor amount of limited first aid applied, she was still FUBBed in the wilderness. Nature didn't take kindly to the stragglers like back home did, now did they?

Aww, fuck, the wound was bleeding through the gauze. Every heartbeat sent a cascade of blood pouring down her arm. She stopped where she was, looking around for somewhere to sit. Aston had been circling the base of the mountain for some time now, trying to find SOMETHING through the trees. Nothing. Not a single fucking track, or even a dead body. What, it wasn't like Marty was gonna keep his big secret now was he?

Yeah, you bet your ass she heard the announcement, and boy did she let off a wide fucking grin when she did. She was right! Marty and Joshua did let Aston get shot, shoot Superdeadbitch, then leave her there to die! They even ran off with her gun! They robbed her and left her to die! With a GOTH GIRL!

The trees weren't getting any clearer, and Aston was feeling dizzy. Her arm glanced along the rocky ledge to her left as she continued, counter-clockwise along the base of the mountain.

Just up ahead, Aston glanced at a gap in the rock that lead straight into the mountain. Now fuck, wasn't this something? And by something, it was a bad something, cause she knew better than anyone how easy it was to escape into the tunnel, hell she spent the last few days stumbling around in there herself. If they went in there, then she had to follow them.

Come hell and high water, she was going to get her gun back.

Aston changed her course.

Stepped forward into the darkness of the cave.

No idea she was being followed at all, but that was Aston for you.
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I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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Brackie
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Another throb of pain, and Aston stumbled against the tunnel wall. She wasn't that far into the cave now, once she was in here and alone she could start with her mission to track them down.

Well, it's not like fate would let her do that unhindered now, would it?

And the Goth Girl decided to appear again, insisting on ignoring her name, and being a clueless little girl who really had no idea what was going on! Of course, what else would she be, useful?

Sighing, with a slight scream mixed in somewhere in the mix that sounded like a frustrated grunt, she turned back around to face the tiny girl, not moving any further. She adjusted her hand to clutch her bleeding wound, and yelled back at the little girl standing there.

"Look, my name is not SPIKY HAIR, okay? It's Aston, and why am I even speaking to you? What do you have to do with this? I'm looking for those two retards because they let me get shot, they took my gun, and they left me injured with you! And don't forget about them lying to me! And you as well, remember? Marty didn't own up to shooting that girl because he has no intention of coming back! He took my frigging gun, I have nothing now!"

Spit flew through the air, though never quite reaching the semi-distant figure. Aston was angry, who the hell did she think she was trying to tell her what to do, how to heal, where to go, what the fuck ever?

She held a silence. The two were at best trying to hold some structure of a conversation, but just outside...

Scuffling.

...

"Anna, who's out there? Did you bring someone along?!" the rather miffed girl demanded.
Edited by Brackie, Feb 9 2011, 11:03 PM.
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When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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Just as surprised as Aston was, the goth girl turned around on the spot and faced the new arrival. Now, picture this; a girl Aston didn't recognise! That didn't match half the school at all! Course, she was Japanese, and spoke like she swallowed a dictionary, so that didn't make her all bad no wait it did. If Aston wasn't currently bleeding out, she would have cared a bit more about the level of company.

Words were exchanged between all parties. Aston leant herself against the wall of the cave and listened, waiting for the attention to be driven right back in her direction. Fuck them, really, they had no idea what to talk about in a situation like this. Sentiment dribbled down the caveway, and Aston just stood there and sighed.

Oh, what, the goth girl wanted to talk to her again? What the hell could this possibly be about now-

"Uh, listen. They didn't t-take your gun. I have it. It was still lying out-outside the shack just after you left. I w-went ahead and brought the weapons with me at-at the cost of my back. I only m-managed to get it and the crowbar in my b-bag. And they're coming back, right? Said so. They didn't leave us to die, did they?"

...

...

...

Oh.

...That.

...

...well, this changed things.

A lot.

So...god

fucking

dammit

HUMILITY WAS IN ORDER NOW, HUH?

With her free arm, Aston unexpectedly threw her hand to her forehead, ran it down slowly, and let out a disgruntled moan. Her fingers moved to massaging the bridge of her nose, for several seconds, while she thought and grumbled.

So...if everything she thought had to be rewiped, then...Aston tried to work this out from the top.

So Marty somehow got his hands on the gun, shot Michelle, dropped it, then ran away.

Since he hadn't kept it, things now had to work a bit differently. So...he ran cause of the most obvious reason of them all. He had to have been scared. He just killed a person, didn't he, so...naturally, scared. And if Joshua wasn't in on it, then...just comforting his best friend, of course. And because they left everything behind, the crossbow, the crowbar, her own gun, then...

...they really were doing everything Anna said.

The girl removed her hand from her face, took in a deep breath, then sighed deeply.

Apologize?

...Fuck.

Aston stood there, leaning against the cave wall like she was imitating someone from one of her parents TV shows, and took in a breath.

Okay, so..."Sorry about that, don't let it happen again?" Uh, no. "Sorry about that, everyone was being stupid?" Nada. "Sorry about that, if you'd have just been a little calmer, then it never would have happened?"

Well, perfect.


She began to speak.

"I...am s-"

Before she could get the full sentence out, however, something scratched at her ears.

Was that...that had to have been a gunshot. It wasn't coming from inside the cave, nor was it near, but it was definitely a gunshot.

....Aww, fuck, they were in trouble now, weren't they? Aston was grasping at the metaphorical straws with a metaphorical fucking mechanical claw now, but chances were that they were in trouble now. Fuck, go help them? All her instincts yelled at her to leave them to die for what they did-no, those instincts were running on the wrong type of gears, shift them back, shift them forward, shift them into the goddamn great Aston Bennett.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which she was sure they must have heard the gunshot as well, Aston walked forward, towards the girl. Fuck, she must have looked a real piece of work, huh? Still that didn't stop her from taking the gun slowly from her hands, walking past the short girl, past the mystery girl, and wordlessly taking off into the wilderness, as fast as she could possibly go. Screw the two girls behind her, this was important to her self-confidence.

If they're in trouble, and they have to rely on me to save their ass, they're sooo-

((Aston Bennett continues in Later, Buddy))
((Also, 500th post, yay))
Edited by Brackie, Feb 18 2011, 05:21 AM.
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When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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