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The Cavalry Arrives; See Midmonths
Topic Started: May 18 2011, 06:37 PM (11,517 Views)
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(Andrea Raymer continued from Monsters)

"So yeah, I know I look the part of the punk chick or the metal chick or the emo chick or whatever you want to call me, and sure, I would've sold myself on the street to get tickets for Bullet For My Valentine and Avenged Sevenfold earlier this year... uh, not that I did. But yeah, it was my dad that got me into a lot of the 70's and 80's stuff. Gave me my eclectic and cultured taste and all."

Oh, I will provide for you
And I'll stay by your side
You'll need a good companion
For this part of the ride
Leave behind the sorrows
Let this day be the last
Well, tomorrow there'll be sunshine
And all this darkness past


"You know what, looking back, I liked about Bruce Springsteen? He's such a... such an act. He'd write all these hits that were supposed to be 'hey there common man, throw off those shackles of oppression and your meaningless blue-collar existence and embrace life! Yeah, Born to Run in the USA and shit!' And he played up that image of being all positive but then if you actually look, what you see is that image, it's a load of crap. Most of his songs the guy goes off trying to make something of himself and he dies, or gets worse off, or he doesn't even go in the first place because the world just crushes every dreamer under its boot."

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead


"Yeah."

Andrea was rambling full-steam again. She was just trying to pass the time. Trying to kill the tension as they made their way to the beach and whatever the hell might be lurking there.

They'd heard the first announcement while still near the grocery store. It was tinny, barely audible, and nobody was quite sure what it meant. But it gave them a destination, and one that didn't involve them trekking either around or over the mountain to get to. Andrea kept her cynicism to herself, quietly holding no real hope of a legitimate fucking rescue, but then, as they got closer, the announcement repeated, clearer this time.

And now, as they stood by a grove of trees separating the beach from the open forest, well there it was. An actual boat.

She stood there, blinking with the eye she could blink with, honestly more stunned than anything, and the rest of the group sort of did the same for a few seconds. Then it broke; Ray was the first to rush the boat, and Andrea knew the rest would follow. She turned to Allen and wondered briefly what he could be thinking. Did he expect her to have some kind of witty remark?

"Go ahead," she said. "Go on, uh, help get Isabel on that boat. I just gotta... take this all in for a second."

No. No remark just yet. And as the others ran down to the crowded scene by the water, Andrea hung back, by the treeline, surveying the whole area.

So. Yet again, there it fucking was. Just what she'd wanted.

Her hands clenched and unclenched, fingers restless, and she grabbed at the pack slung over her shoulder. She pulled the zipper and looked down at the bulky life raft hastily crammed in there.

Andrea tapped her tongue against her teeth, deliberating, breathing deep and trying to keep that good Ritalin high going and not fuck herself over now. Finally she yanked the heavy bundle out of her bag and tossed it on the ground. She kicked at it once. Spat down. Looked back up and swallowed and felt coldness in her stomach and asked herself why she'd done that.

Of course, it was obvious. She'd figured out the answer right away, clever girl that she was. Just what she'd wanted. Yeah, sure. It was petulance, it was spite, it was that others had taken what by rights should have been hers. It was a child's voice, that stupid 11-year-old Andrea Raymer balling its fists inside her and throwing a tantrum.

It wasn't fair. Andrea looked down at herself, at her shaking hands and the ugly bruise on her arm, at her muggy cargo pants and sneakers.

It wasn't fucking fair, and she compared her deflated excuse for a boat with theirs full of students one last time and took a step forward anyway.

Go on Andrea Raymer, G077, female Adam Dodd, girl who owned the game, get on the fucking boat.

Live with it.

She could do that.

I know you like to push. But you have to learn how to give, too.

Well how bout that, Dad?

Took her long enough, but Andrea'd always been a stubborn girl.

Another step forward.

Then a pair of fucking bolas, of all things, struck her from behind and knocked her down.

Alex White had shown up to crash the party one last time.
v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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And just when she'd thought it would all end quietly.

Her pulse flew up again and one more time she had to assemble scattered random thoughts, she had to will herself into realization, because even though she didn't know it quite yet this was it, this was Final Jeopardy for all the marbles, it was every goofy idiom she'd ever remembered all mashed into one.

OK.

Andrea. Brain. Process. Information.

Now, where the fuck was she?

The bolas had struck her, wrapping around her legs, so bewildering that once she hit the ground, she had to look at her legs to verify that yes, someone had... she didn't even fucking know, lassoed them?

What the hell was this, some kind of joke? Had she been teleported into a live-action cartoon or something? OK, that was fucking stupid, so what was it--

She looked away from her legs, and all that bewilderment melted away.

He'd followed them, all the way from the fucking grocery store he'd followed them and now he was going to---

"See this? I figure I could throw this far enough to be more than effective in keeping any of you from leaving. And I'm sure you remember this. It remembers you."

She blinked, and it all came together.

Too late.

"What the fu--" was all she got out before Alex kicked her right in the thigh, knotting the already tender muscles up in an instant. She screamed, and he strolled off, and now she did know that there was no time left, no time to relive song lyrics or flashback to her dad or Doc Mac or Chad or Allen or her mother or anybody because this was it Andrea, this was fucking apotheosis, the revelation and the alpha moment she'd built for herself off of every other moment she'd spent on this hellhole.

She grabbed at the ropes, pushing, kicking her legs wildly to untangle herself. The thigh muscles where Alex had struck her felt as hard and as stiff as ivory and she pushed that out of her mind too, and as Alex moved closer to the beach itself she was stumbling after him, and she could feel once again cold ice on her skin, she could feel the rush, and it was the thrill of the game reasserting itself in Andrea Raymer one more time.

And in a golden flash, it was like she was right back where she'd started this thing.

"Hey, asshole!"

She pressed off her good leg and launched herself, hitting Alex with the world's clumsiest excuse for a flying tackle.
v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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The two of them rolled over stone and pine needles and fought. Well, fought being a generous term for what at least in her case was wild flailing and thrashing at Alex White, this asshole who had caused her so much pain, who had then gone off on a psycho rampage for her goddamn ADD medication and probably whistled a jaunty tune to accompany his carnage. Alex White was fucking scum. Alex White had gone freaking Froot Loops over a bunch of Adderall, had Andrea done that? No. Heck to the no. Because this might not be her game, dear Andera Raymer always being late to the party, but it was her fucking moment. So she scratched, and clawed, and he did the same and it fucking hurt but she wasn't even aware of that until he rolled away and the raw energy stopped for a moment. And at that moment she pushed those pains out of her mind and yelled at him as she scrambled to her knees.

"IT WAS A BUNCH OF FUCKING MEDICATION ALEX YOU SHIT!"

They'd achieved some separation. Synapses fired, and before she fully realized what she was doing, she'd grabbed one of Allen's grenades and was holding it up in front of Alex. She got to her feet, muscles still aching. It would hurt to walk.

Forget that. Focus.

Her moment.

His demeanor didn't change. Oh no, not Alex White's. She had to give him credit. Seemed he could keep that poker face of his going no matter what.

"You wouldn't do it."

Two seconds, Andrea. One. One and a half. One and three quarters. One and twelve fifteenths.

Earn it. Prove it.

She pulled the pin.

Let it drop.

Kept her other hand on the safety lever. Thinking that oh Christ she had no real idea what she was doing here but this had to, even Alex White had to crack a little when he saw that. He had to know this was no movie, that he couldn't just outrun a grenade.

Andrea took a breath and found her voice.

"You get the hell away from here Alex, or I will drop this thing and blow us both up I fucking swear it. Get out. Get out I will not let you fucking do this to me Alex."

She raised it as high as she could and, in a rasping scream, announced to anyone within earshot:

"HEY BOAT PEOPLE YOU'D BETTER GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE CAUSE THERE'S A PSYCHO NAMED ALEX WHITE WITH GRENADES AND HE'S TRYING TO FUCK THIS ALL UP!!"

She met his eye and tried to keep her hand from shaking any more.

Your move, Alex.

v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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And Alex turned. Left.

Andrea smiled. She smiled and backed up and then, twirling like a crazed ballerina, she threw the grenade. It slid neatly off her sweaty palm and arced toward the far edge of the treeline.

"YOU HEAR THAT ALEX?" she screamed, and was overwhelmed by the explosion. She knew on some level that it hadn't been anywhere near Alex, but she didn't particularly care at this point. Andrea continued backpedaling toward the water; she grabbed at the other grenade clipped to her belt loop, yanking it loose, not giving a shit about what anyone might think. Alex was still somewhere and if it didn't kill him it would give him a bit to think about.

"HEY BOAT PEOPLE, I'M COMING AND THAT ASSHOLE IS NOT GOING TO FUCK THIS UP!"

As she raised the second grenade she thought she caught a glimpse of him. Maybe it was Alex, maybe it was just her wild imagination, but she hurled the other grenade in that direction anyway as she saw that vision of Alex raising its gun. Then Andrea turned to run as the grenade exploded, throwing her forward.

Whoa.

She coughed, ears ringing, and rose slowly one more time to her knees, then to unsteady feet. Must've been closer than she'd anticipated, to knock her down like that. Well, whatever. What-the-fuck-ever, right? She didn't know a thing about grenades, frankly it was a miracle she hadn't blown her own hand off. Her eyes were stinging and there was a dull, burning ache in her back, but that was OK. She was far enough away to avoid any of those shrapnel things, it was just sand and pebbles and driftwood pieces and shit. The beach was covered with that stuff. It was a pretty crappy beach, to be honest.

Right. The boat.

Well, it was right there, wasn't it? Looked like everyone was on board.

She walked, holding her bag in front of her. She walked and thought she was going towards the boat. A few steps, and a few more steps, and then she was puzzled because something was wrong.

No idea what, not yet. But Andrea could see that the boat was way off to her left now; she was a ways down the shoreline from it. Why the hell was she there instead of on the boat? It was like her legs weren't exactly following her orders. Weird. Her legs felt funny. Not just from the Alex's latest bruise either.

Her hands too. The nerves or something, they felt scrambled. And her back, her back was fucking aching right now. Especially from one spot right up there, somewhere high.

The strap on her duffel bag broke behind her, edges frayed from the bullet, and the bag itself fell at the water's edge.

Andrea willed her arm to move and bent it around her, fingers twitching. She felt blood.

"Ah... ah crap."

That fucker.

She tried to push it away and take another step, this time to her left and towards the rescue boat. She could do that. Her moment.

Instead, her steps took her forward into the water, stumbling with legs that no longer felt like hers at all. Now she was staring out to sea, and the sun beyond it. It was huge and gold and hurt her eyes.

"Ah."

Well.

"OK then."

The water washed over her legs and she was wading now, so cold and so refreshing, it was the cool air of the funeral home, it was an iced latte from The Alibi, pumped full of syrupy goodness in the summer and in the winter it was that Minnesota breeze against her skin, that first blast of air so fresh after you'd been crammed into a club all night and it was like that time not long ago when she'd waded in the St. Croix and laughed with Chad on prom night and the cold rain had fallen against her skin and it felt like

Now the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while

And school's out early
And soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die


it was all those things and it was everything and she smiled and fell, not caring if the salt of the sea stung her open wounds, not caring at all.
v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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One last time. Maybe.

And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
With the problems of the how's and why's
And he can see no reasons
Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?
Die?
Oh oh oh...


For one more time Andrea lay there, waiting to see what would happen next. She didn't think in those terms, of course. She was just letting the water soak through her bandages; she breathed out and saw bubbles form in front of her; she felt her feet against the sand and lay face down and thought she was going to get some sleep after all.

Andrea had always been a night owl. Most people with ADD are. Combine that with the caffeine intake, the medication intake, and the general demeanor, and it wasn't surprising that she'd become a bit of an insomniac. She'd never really wanted sleep; it was for people who didn't have anything better to do.

But now? After all she'd gone through? She deserved some sleep. A well deserved break; it would be relaxing and so peaceful no matter whether--

Then arms were grabbing her, wrapping around and lifting, and Andrea was certain she came out of the water in slow motion. She gulped oxygen and blinked, dumbly seeing water droplets and diamonds in front of her; they floated suspended in the air and danced and glittered in the sun.

She'd always joked, made facetious, half-serious claims that her stimulants led her to think or experience things on a higher level, a sort of higher consciousness than other people did. That was all a bunch of crap, of course. She'd never actually believed it.

Diamonds in the sun. No one saw them besides her.

It was another second before time caught up again, and was being dragged backwards, clumsily, awkwardly. It was Allen, of course. Her first inclination was to ask him to stop. Like he'd do that, though. This was his moment to have.

Let him have it.

Allen was jostling her and the pain in her back was still screaming but she would be sleeping soon. Just grin and bear it until then. Andrea chuckled weakly at that.

"Alex... yeah. He had a grenade. Couldn't let him pull that shit. Heh. Heh."

More hands now. Moving her. She recognized Peter Siu, of all people, and then she was out of the water entirely. Too bad. She liked that water. They were in the boat and she could feel it start to move beneath her.

"Allen, hey."

Wow lots of people on this boat. Good for them.

"Hey, you uh, you're sweet to do that."

She wanted to tell him something. About her brother or that he should go to a concert, or that someone should go find Adam Dodd and ask him if she was a worthy heir to of #77 after all, cause if this whole fucking escape thing proved ANYTHING to her right now it was that they totally DID escape last season.

She'd known that shit all along.

But those would have to wait as half-formed concepts in her mind, because even she had to stop rambling at some point, not even Andrea Raymer could go on and on and on with a bullet lodged near her spine. They would have to wait while she slept, because sleep was important to any growing girl and she really needed to get caught up on some shut-eye, and if she woke up later she'd be able to tell them all that and more and if she didn't, well, then it really didn't matter anyway, did it? It was all good. It was all figured out.

Someone else reached towards her, fiddling with her collar as a voice called out to get some medical attention here pronto. Well, YEAH. She did have various injuries here and all.

Allen was still there.

"It's, it's good. It's all good. It's..."

Was it good? Yeah. What would her father have said?

I know you like to push. But you have to learn how to give, too.

Yeah dad. She knew that.

She looked beyond Allen and saw the sun one more time.

And the silicon chip
Inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody's gonna go to school today
She's gonna make them stay at home
And daddy doesn't understand it
He always said she was


"...good... good as gold."

Andrea slept.

G077: Andrea Raymer - ELIMINATED
G077: Andrea Raymer - ???
v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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