Amazing Journey/Sparks
Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 12:59 pm
((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.
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.