She wasn’t-
What was she doing? Just staring at him. Did he look that bad right now? Or maybe something happened to her.
Archie thought to ask, but his mouth didn’t cooperate and instead came incoherent mumblings as he took another unsteady step closer. He needed to get closer. One of his knees buckled slightly, but didn’t quite give out.
“I-I need… need sumthin…” Archie tried to reach out, but she was farther away than he thought. So he took another step, eyes fixed forward, but gaze distant.
“Not Jia Li… right?” He slurred, all thoughts flowing into one another, no clear end or beginning as he tried to remember his primary objective. "Gotta get out."
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The girl raised her gun.
She had shot it earlier.
She didn't think it'd work. She pressed the trigger, squeezed it.
There was nothing for a moment. Her eyes widened. She squeezed it again.
Jammed?
The girl wanted to scream but no words came out. She hit her gun against the side of the barrel. Dirt fell out. Water. Worms.
There weren't any worms but the girl pretended there were so she could pretend to focus on it as fire came out of her.
She had shot it earlier.
She didn't think it'd work. She pressed the trigger, squeezed it.
There was nothing for a moment. Her eyes widened. She squeezed it again.
Jammed?
The girl wanted to scream but no words came out. She hit her gun against the side of the barrel. Dirt fell out. Water. Worms.
There weren't any worms but the girl pretended there were so she could pretend to focus on it as fire came out of her.
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There was light and sound and then his guts were on fire and his legs disappeared and the ground met his back and crushed any air that he’d managed to hide away in his lungs when he’d gasped the moment before.
The fire in his guts flared outward, throbbing, screaming, a blaze that could not be quenched as the soup that filled his skull tried to grasp it, or at anything, really.
But it didn’t recall much of fire or light or Circles for that matter. It could recall an island, but not this one, and it could recall criminals, but the real and those confined to the pages of cheap novels who were always more charismatic than the desperate people that filled pages held by officers and officials rather than boys with overactive imaginations.
It could recall guns.
Fingers tightened and Archie coughed, gasped. The fire ran up his throat, to the back of his mouth.
There had to be something to do, something to say. There were people that would need him here, surely. Archie just needed to think.
“Shot… me?” Were the only words his mouth would form.
The fire in his guts flared outward, throbbing, screaming, a blaze that could not be quenched as the soup that filled his skull tried to grasp it, or at anything, really.
But it didn’t recall much of fire or light or Circles for that matter. It could recall an island, but not this one, and it could recall criminals, but the real and those confined to the pages of cheap novels who were always more charismatic than the desperate people that filled pages held by officers and officials rather than boys with overactive imaginations.
It could recall guns.
Fingers tightened and Archie coughed, gasped. The fire ran up his throat, to the back of his mouth.
There had to be something to do, something to say. There were people that would need him here, surely. Archie just needed to think.
“Shot… me?” Were the only words his mouth would form.
Yeah.
The girl shot him.
She didn't-
The girl stared at the mud and more bullets came forward.
The girl shot him.
She didn't-
The girl stared at the mud and more bullets came forward.
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Archie grimaced as the fire spread to his head and he could feel its contents boiling with terror and confusion and rage at the stupidity of it all, the absolute pointlessness of it all.
But the blaze was quieted all at once by the metal blasting through his skull.
But the blaze was quieted all at once by the metal blasting through his skull.
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The girl stared at the body, then back at the worms. She squinted. Her eyes were closed, but she could see it. His body, twisted and broken. The girl with the gun got up, her eyes still closed.
She stared at the mud. She stared at the water around her. She stared at her own wet clothes. She avoided to look at the body. She didn't want to know his name. She didn't want to know that he was a person, that he was real, that he had a life and she had taken it because... because he was there and she was there.
The girl with now brown shirt moved toward the dead boy. She kept her eyes peeled on the mud, seeing the body move closer to her. He was still squirting. Not breathing, but squirting. The blood was moving, the blood was spurting, the blood was mixing with the mud, and she stared at the clay.
Slowly, she made her way toward his limbs. His arms. His legs. His thighs. His shoulders. His groin. His head.
She avoided the torso.
She stared at his throat for a minute. Still squirting. Still moving. Still not breathing, not quite. Not enough for her to move forward. She stared. She looked back at the clay and at the mud. The girl with the gun moved again, toward his bag. She needed clothes. His wouldn't work. She closed her eyes. She saw the island. The island was also seeing her. She was able to see the right shapes, the right movement. The island was clearer and the girl was able to pinpoint where she was, vaguely.
She was North.
North reopened her eyes. She stared down at the clay then picked up his bag. North moved slowly toward the edge of the cliff.
She peeked.
Another broken body. She looked back. This one was different. She didn't feel quite as hurt. She bit her lips. North wasn't hurt. She wasn't. She had never been hurt until she fell in that river. Her stomach churned.
She was hungry. And she needed to find Rainbow.
((North continued somewhere else.))
She stared at the mud. She stared at the water around her. She stared at her own wet clothes. She avoided to look at the body. She didn't want to know his name. She didn't want to know that he was a person, that he was real, that he had a life and she had taken it because... because he was there and she was there.
The girl with now brown shirt moved toward the dead boy. She kept her eyes peeled on the mud, seeing the body move closer to her. He was still squirting. Not breathing, but squirting. The blood was moving, the blood was spurting, the blood was mixing with the mud, and she stared at the clay.
Slowly, she made her way toward his limbs. His arms. His legs. His thighs. His shoulders. His groin. His head.
She avoided the torso.
She stared at his throat for a minute. Still squirting. Still moving. Still not breathing, not quite. Not enough for her to move forward. She stared. She looked back at the clay and at the mud. The girl with the gun moved again, toward his bag. She needed clothes. His wouldn't work. She closed her eyes. She saw the island. The island was also seeing her. She was able to see the right shapes, the right movement. The island was clearer and the girl was able to pinpoint where she was, vaguely.
She was North.
North reopened her eyes. She stared down at the clay then picked up his bag. North moved slowly toward the edge of the cliff.
She peeked.
Another broken body. She looked back. This one was different. She didn't feel quite as hurt. She bit her lips. North wasn't hurt. She wasn't. She had never been hurt until she fell in that river. Her stomach churned.
She was hungry. And she needed to find Rainbow.
((North continued somewhere else.))