(Rebecca Clark continued from Mixed Emotions)
Rebecca had escaped from unstable mute kid. Then she had decided it was time to leave the freakin' town. If people were checking random houses for people then it was time to stick to the wilds for awhile. The sun was setting in the sky now, she had managed to wait in the house for long enough, at least.
Now she had made her way back to the river she had been at earlier and was following it south. She had no clue when she would stop. Maybe when she found someone. Of course, she was still planning on taking them out, as long as she wasn't caught off guard again. Unless they're my friends...Of course.
She had put a new arrow in her bow now, wanting to be ready, and hoping not to find yet another person with a gun. Well, unless they weren't ready to use it, then she could have it for herself. After all, it would be easier to just pull a trigger, right?
Now where would the river even lead? She pulled out her map. Now let's see...
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So he finally left running the group. He kept that pace for something like 5 minutes and then he started walking. Not tired, just needed to breathe, he stopped for a while, but he knew he was getting near the river, because he could hear the flow of the water. Some bites to the jerky he opened in the town and he was ready again.
Dodging few little cactus he inevitably got onto the edge of the river. Fresh air stunned his face and he chose to wash a bit his face. Fresh water again on his face, just to keep it up.
He resumed walking along the river's edge, heading north, just to be sure he would eventually get to the chapel anyway.
Just after few minutes, a new person came up to his eyes: a girl again.
He kept strong his wooden staff on his right hand, ready to use it in any case needed, and so he started walking very slow to her.
"Hey..." he rapidly said, just to see the charged bow, ready to shot a mortal arrow. "...I don't wanna hurt you..."
Not very much he could say now, that charged weapon really kept him on tension. He stopped his walking, keeping a safe distance between the girl and himself, but still not far for his staff's hitting area.
In any case, he really didn't look hostile, perhaps this could not count in that situation.
So he finally left running the group. He kept that pace for something like 5 minutes and then he started walking. Not tired, just needed to breathe, he stopped for a while, but he knew he was getting near the river, because he could hear the flow of the water. Some bites to the jerky he opened in the town and he was ready again.
Dodging few little cactus he inevitably got onto the edge of the river. Fresh air stunned his face and he chose to wash a bit his face. Fresh water again on his face, just to keep it up.
He resumed walking along the river's edge, heading north, just to be sure he would eventually get to the chapel anyway.
Just after few minutes, a new person came up to his eyes: a girl again.
He kept strong his wooden staff on his right hand, ready to use it in any case needed, and so he started walking very slow to her.
"Hey..." he rapidly said, just to see the charged bow, ready to shot a mortal arrow. "...I don't wanna hurt you..."
Not very much he could say now, that charged weapon really kept him on tension. He stopped his walking, keeping a safe distance between the girl and himself, but still not far for his staff's hitting area.
In any case, he really didn't look hostile, perhaps this could not count in that situation.
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Hmm, the map was odd. The river didn't flow right south for much longer, eventually it would take a turn west, and then there was what, a mountain or something like that? She'd find out when she got there. The sun was dipping even lower now, almost down, almost time for the night.
She had put the map away by now and ate a little more of the hard bread, but soon she saw a figure a short distance away. A boy with a stick. He was close, she brought up the bow. Didn't want to hurt her? He could be lying...That other guy was clearly off, what about this one?
She let the arrow fly.
She had put the map away by now and ate a little more of the hard bread, but soon she saw a figure a short distance away. A boy with a stick. He was close, she brought up the bow. Didn't want to hurt her? He could be lying...That other guy was clearly off, what about this one?
She let the arrow fly.
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Everything went so fast, too fast for Tito to understand what was going on there, near the river.
The girl didn't hesitate to shoot the arrow, aiming at Tito as well.
"What the fu..." He stopped, or at least, he was forced to stop.
The arrow flew very fast, and eventually planted into Tito's chest, just above the heart, forcing him to drop the heavy survival bag.
The pain was too much, and the arrow went almost through his body. A bit more power and it would have pierced through the other side.
A scream of pain, and anger raised rapidly as adrenaline started to flow all into his body.
Hurt and copiously bleeding, he eventually made some fast steps to the girl trying to hit her to the left leg.
His right arm impressed all of his strength into that blow.
As the sun goes down, blood started spilling out. The injury was bad and he would have needed fast medication to save his life. He just needed to end this, as soon as possible.
The girl didn't hesitate to shoot the arrow, aiming at Tito as well.
"What the fu..." He stopped, or at least, he was forced to stop.
The arrow flew very fast, and eventually planted into Tito's chest, just above the heart, forcing him to drop the heavy survival bag.
The pain was too much, and the arrow went almost through his body. A bit more power and it would have pierced through the other side.
A scream of pain, and anger raised rapidly as adrenaline started to flow all into his body.
Hurt and copiously bleeding, he eventually made some fast steps to the girl trying to hit her to the left leg.
His right arm impressed all of his strength into that blow.
As the sun goes down, blood started spilling out. The injury was bad and he would have needed fast medication to save his life. He just needed to end this, as soon as possible.
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Rebecca let out a sigh of relief as she saw the arrow plant itself in the boy's chest. There was no way he could be a danger after that. The scream of pain made her look away. She didn't want to hear his pain. She just wanted him to fall down where she didn't have to watch it or hear it, like with the girl. She was still assuming she had died.
That's when she looked back just in time to see him almost on her. She let out a gasp, how was he still moving after her. Then she felt him hit her leg and she fell to the ground.
No...he's almost dead. Just fuckin' stop!
She could see the blood leaking from his chest, he should be dead. Why wasn't he dead?
That's when she looked back just in time to see him almost on her. She let out a gasp, how was he still moving after her. Then she felt him hit her leg and she fell to the ground.
No...he's almost dead. Just fuckin' stop!
She could see the blood leaking from his chest, he should be dead. Why wasn't he dead?
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He knew his end was coming, or at least, it was just behind the corner.
Every day of training, hard and tough with his bare hands, with the wooden staff, with wooden stuffy "man", for sure came to an useful result.
"Why...why'd you do this?" A little tear, coming down his left eye, fell to the ground from his cheek.
"But I can't stop now..." And again, the injury was debilitating him, but the adrenaline was still flowing at its best.
He was near to fall down, and a bad nausea hit him because all of that.
But that wasn't the end. He raised again the staff, preparing the final shot to the girl's head.
"It didn't mean to go like this..." he said with some difficulties of breathing.
A painful shout, his warcry, leaded then to the last hit, or at least, it was what he wanted that to be.
Every day of training, hard and tough with his bare hands, with the wooden staff, with wooden stuffy "man", for sure came to an useful result.
"Why...why'd you do this?" A little tear, coming down his left eye, fell to the ground from his cheek.
"But I can't stop now..." And again, the injury was debilitating him, but the adrenaline was still flowing at its best.
He was near to fall down, and a bad nausea hit him because all of that.
But that wasn't the end. He raised again the staff, preparing the final shot to the girl's head.
"It didn't mean to go like this..." he said with some difficulties of breathing.
A painful shout, his warcry, leaded then to the last hit, or at least, it was what he wanted that to be.
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Why did she do this? I have to, that's why. She had to do this, so she could live, or if she didn't, one of her friends. She didn't like this, didn't want to hear about how he didn't want to die. She didn't want to be questioned.
She couldn't make out the next part of what he said, but then she felt the wooden staff that had taken out her leg, hit her in the side of her head. She could feel her left earlobe ripping a little bit as the staff pushed it away from her.
She let out a cry of pain in response, why did he have to do this to her? There was no way he had a chance now, was he just being spiteful? She managed to roll away from him a bit before he had a chance to swing at her again. She pulled an arrow out of her quiver quickly, and lunged at his leg, stabbing into it with the arrowhead, and pulling it out again.. It gave her an opening and she got up to run.
She couldn't make out the next part of what he said, but then she felt the wooden staff that had taken out her leg, hit her in the side of her head. She could feel her left earlobe ripping a little bit as the staff pushed it away from her.
She let out a cry of pain in response, why did he have to do this to her? There was no way he had a chance now, was he just being spiteful? She managed to roll away from him a bit before he had a chance to swing at her again. She pulled an arrow out of her quiver quickly, and lunged at his leg, stabbing into it with the arrowhead, and pulling it out again.. It gave her an opening and she got up to run.
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No luck again. This was his day, this wasn't his life, or at least, the normal life he dreamt to have.
His last blast almost missed her head, only hitting her ear.
He knew he couldn't survive anymore from now on, but inflicting the injuries to her was only a way to protect some more mates.
He was a bit of a loner, and seemed to detest, perhaps to hate people, but he was empathic inside his heart. The heart that was now pumping a lot of blood, just to spill it out off the new painful injury received by the girl.
The arrowhead trepassed his leg, and a scream full of hate echoed all over the area. The adrenaline was fading out, and there was not much more he could have done at that moment.
He used his remaining forces to throw the staff, like a javelin, to the girl, who was now trying to get some secure distance. Unluckily, the strength wasn't enough and the aim was even less than that. The wooden staff then rolled into the rushing river, which was now reflecting the last minutes of the sun's "life".
His last breathings, just a few words.
"I wasn't going to attack you, idiot, I had things to say..."
He coughed blood, and it was starting to flow out of his mouth, making it difficult for Tito to be able to speak any longer in a few time.
The forces disappeared, and his legs couldn't keep him on anymore. He was forced to the knees.
"...but I can't tell you anything by now, and of course I don't want to...this isn't the way to get out of this massacre, but you got lucky today..."
He stood on his knees, waiting for the final and killing shot, waiting for her to take his life.
His last blast almost missed her head, only hitting her ear.
He knew he couldn't survive anymore from now on, but inflicting the injuries to her was only a way to protect some more mates.
He was a bit of a loner, and seemed to detest, perhaps to hate people, but he was empathic inside his heart. The heart that was now pumping a lot of blood, just to spill it out off the new painful injury received by the girl.
The arrowhead trepassed his leg, and a scream full of hate echoed all over the area. The adrenaline was fading out, and there was not much more he could have done at that moment.
He used his remaining forces to throw the staff, like a javelin, to the girl, who was now trying to get some secure distance. Unluckily, the strength wasn't enough and the aim was even less than that. The wooden staff then rolled into the rushing river, which was now reflecting the last minutes of the sun's "life".
His last breathings, just a few words.
"I wasn't going to attack you, idiot, I had things to say..."
He coughed blood, and it was starting to flow out of his mouth, making it difficult for Tito to be able to speak any longer in a few time.
The forces disappeared, and his legs couldn't keep him on anymore. He was forced to the knees.
"...but I can't tell you anything by now, and of course I don't want to...this isn't the way to get out of this massacre, but you got lucky today..."
He stood on his knees, waiting for the final and killing shot, waiting for her to take his life.
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She had gotten far enough away from him. Even if, when she looked back, she saw that he tried to throw the staff at her, only for it to fall into the river. He couldn't hurt her now, could he? She had won. Battered, with her ear and left leg in pain, but a winner.
She looked back, seeing the red staining his shirt, and sometimes dripping down to the ground. It looked almost pretty in the dying sunlight. But it wasn't. He was human, and she had been doing something horrible to him.
You should at least not prolong his pain you fuckin' bitch.
She fitted the already bloodied arrow to her bow, and then took aim. She could see he was on his knees. Had he accepted that he was dying now? She would never know she supposed. She fired the bow, one last time.
She looked back, seeing the red staining his shirt, and sometimes dripping down to the ground. It looked almost pretty in the dying sunlight. But it wasn't. He was human, and she had been doing something horrible to him.
You should at least not prolong his pain you fuckin' bitch.
She fitted the already bloodied arrow to her bow, and then took aim. She could see he was on his knees. Had he accepted that he was dying now? She would never know she supposed. She fired the bow, one last time.
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And finally, she shot the last arrow.
Just a blink, before that damned arrow planted in the middle of his stomach.
His sight started fading and blood was spilling out from everywhere. He looked her and she had won this time, and it's the time that really matters.
He messed all up, he had to stay with the group, he shouldn't have left Tania, Anton, Mike, but did he deserve something like that?
Did they all deserve that? There's no answer as he thought, nobody was able to say what was right and what wasn't.
It just went like this and nothing could be added to that philosophy.
His eyes closed, and he eventually fell on the ground, lifeless, meaningless.
Just a new dead on the battlefield, as that massacre was taking form, as the other classmates started to understand the real meaning of the word "survive". Could you take your friends life, just to save yours?
And now the answer was there, and Tito was the proof.
The answer was: Yes!
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Just a blink, before that damned arrow planted in the middle of his stomach.
His sight started fading and blood was spilling out from everywhere. He looked her and she had won this time, and it's the time that really matters.
He messed all up, he had to stay with the group, he shouldn't have left Tania, Anton, Mike, but did he deserve something like that?
Did they all deserve that? There's no answer as he thought, nobody was able to say what was right and what wasn't.
It just went like this and nothing could be added to that philosophy.
His eyes closed, and he eventually fell on the ground, lifeless, meaningless.
Just a new dead on the battlefield, as that massacre was taking form, as the other classmates started to understand the real meaning of the word "survive". Could you take your friends life, just to save yours?
And now the answer was there, and Tito was the proof.
The answer was: Yes!
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She winced as she saw the arrow hit home, embedding itself in his belly. He fell to the ground, he was dead now wasn't he? That could make two... She didn't want to stay here, it was time to go. But, he had a bag, didn't he? Plus the arrows in him.
She approached the body, the horrible smell of blood invading her nostrils. She turned the body over to get the arrows. She pulled at the one embedded in his chest, but instead only succeeded in snapping the shaft off. The one in his belly was easier and came out with a sickening pop. The fresh blood was now on her hands, and flipping it over had managed to get some on her arms.
She made her way over to the bag he had dropped and looted it. It had food and water, just like hers. And a flashlight. The sun was down now, so she turned it on and then off. The stars and the moon would be okay for now. But if she needed it, the flashlight was there.
Now it was time to keep following the river.
(Rebecca Clark continued in Into The Earth)
She approached the body, the horrible smell of blood invading her nostrils. She turned the body over to get the arrows. She pulled at the one embedded in his chest, but instead only succeeded in snapping the shaft off. The one in his belly was easier and came out with a sickening pop. The fresh blood was now on her hands, and flipping it over had managed to get some on her arms.
She made her way over to the bag he had dropped and looted it. It had food and water, just like hers. And a flashlight. The sun was down now, so she turned it on and then off. The stars and the moon would be okay for now. But if she needed it, the flashlight was there.
Now it was time to keep following the river.
(Rebecca Clark continued in Into The Earth)