Disclaimer:
Okay, I don't own SSX or anything to do with it, eg. characters, tracks,
etc. EA owns all that stuff. As if you didn't know that already!
This is the sequel to Trusting the Enemy, and I finally managed to get to write this! If you haven't already read Trusting the Enemy, then go back and read it now, or else you won't understand this. Anyway, enough of me rambling on, enjoy!
Why did this have to happen to me? I shouldn't have let it get like this. I was so stupid. I should have chosen just one and left it at that, but I was immature enough to make them think I want them both. Now they hate each other, and they probably hate me too. So now I must make the choice- Psymon or Moby?
Zoe lay on her bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. It was 2.11am, but she felt restless. She had so much on her mind. She was still recovering from the avalanche, and had been told to lay off snowboarding for a while to let her broken hip and leg heal. The officials had postponed the next race for a month to give everyone time to recover, and the Elysium Alps course had been closed for repairs. She was feeling depressed from Seeiah's funeral, and just didn't feel like sleeping. Sighing, she sat up, and pulled herself into the wheelchair she had been given while her hip recovered, and wheeled herself over to the open window across the room. Looking out, she could see the moonlight shimmering across the river that ran through the Mesablanca course, making the black water glisten, like it was scattered with diamonds. Zoe made her way back to her bed, still trying to sort out all muddled thoughts that ran relentlessly through her mind. Too much had happened for her to cope with, and she didn't want to think about it anymore. She lay down on her bed, and closed her eyes, finally drifting off to sleep.
Moby sat in the cafeteria of the hotel, trying to eat his bacon and eggs. However, he kept looking up at Psymon, and found it hard to concentrate on his breakfast. He had hated Psymon ever since the avalanche, and knew that unless he got rid of that freak, he would have no chance of getting Zoe. He glared at Psymon, his head fuming with hatred and anger. He had to find a way to stop Psymon in his tracks. Just as he began to eat again, he heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned around to see Zoe behind him, with a food tray in her lap. She wheeled over to him, smiling.
"Mind if I, uh, park here?" she asked, smiling in a way that always made Moby feel like he would do anything for her. He smiled back ,and shifted his chair over to make space for her. He noticed Psymon scowling with envy at the sight, and smirked in satisfaction, but his face fell when Zoe beckoned for Psymon to come over. The two sat on either side of Zoe, trying to ignore each other. Zoe sensed the discomfort, and tried to start a friendly conversation.
"So," she began, trying to think of something to say. "How is the league getting on without me and Kaori?" Moby was about to answer, but Psymon cut in, and Zoe immediately regretted starting the conversation.
"We're doing okay," Psymon said, looking at Moby with a malicious glint in his eyes. Moby grumbled, trying to control himself, and got back at Psymon by putting his arm around Zoe's shoulder. Psymon completely lost it, and stood up suddenly, throwing his chair to the floor. He slammed his fist on the table, seething with anger as he stared at Moby, who returned the look with a deadly glare. The two men moved closer, until they were almost nose to nose. They stood still, looking into each others eyes, and the room fell silent. Kaori hid behind Marty, who sat her back down by him and tried to calm her. Luther grinned at the prospect of seeing a real fight, and the others held their breath in anticipation. Nobody moved until Moby at last broke the silence.
"Think you can outdo me? Bring it on." Psymon, grinned, then suddenly lunged forward, hitting Moby straight in the stomach, and Moby stumbled back, before charging at Psymon, fists flailing. He caught Psymon in the jaw, but failed to deflect a blow in the shoulder. Before long, the two men were beating each other up, in frenzy of fists and flying trays. Moby slammed a food tray over the back of Psymon's head, who hurled a chair back at his opponent. Moby fell, dragging down Psymon with him. They rolled about on the floor, viciously attacking each other, trying to batter each other to a pulp. Zoe had to quickly wheel out of the way to avoid being caught up in the fight, and by now everyone was crowding around the two fighters, cheering and yelling. Rahzel walked into the cafeteria, and had to quickly duck as a bottle of cola flew at him, smashing against the wall behind him. He jogged over to the crowd and pushed his way through, and he and Brodi managed to drag the two men away from each other.
"Lemme GO!" Psymon barked, struggling against Rahzel's grip, trying to reach Moby, who was also trying to get away from Brodi, who had him in an arm lock.
"What's going on?" Rahzel sighed, and was answered by the two men yelling incomprehensively at each other, and Moby tried to kick out at Psymon, but Brodi dragged him further back. Once they had calmed down, Rahzel let Psymon go, and Brodi released Moby. The two men walked back over to the table, and carried on eating in silence, not looking at each other, or acknowledging each other's presence. Zoe decided to leave them in peace, and wheeled over to Marty and Kaori. She smiled sheepishly.
"I should remember not to try ad get them to talk to each other," she remarked, moving up to the table. Marty grinned.
"Don't worry," he laughed. "It was inevitable that they were going to fight sooner or later." He leaned back and looked over at the two enemies, studying the damage. They were covered in bruises, and Moby had a black eye while Psymon's nose was bleeding slightly. Both were covered in food. Marty sniggered, and turned back to his food. Zoe looked at Kaori, who was still giggling at the two men.
"So, how's your leg?" Zoe asked. Kaori smiled.
"It hurts a bit, but it's getting better." She said. "The worst part is trying to get used to the prosthetic leg." She rolled up the leg of her jeans to show Zoe the fake lower leg attached to her thigh by some kind of brace. Zoe was impressed by how real it looked. The texture was pretty similar to that of her other leg, as was the colour, only the prosthetic was a little lighter in colour, and looked too perfect to be a real leg. She looked back at Kaori, who smiled again.
"It's not fair," she laughed, pretending to sulk. Zoe seemed puzzled.
"What's not fair?"
"You get a wheelchair, and all I get are crutches!" Zoe laughed, and looked at Moby and Psymon. How was she going to choose? Still, she had to decide fast, or they would end up getting more and more hostile towards each other. If she wasn't careful someone was going to end up getting hurt, and that could even be her.
This is the sequel to Trusting the Enemy, and I finally managed to get to write this! If you haven't already read Trusting the Enemy, then go back and read it now, or else you won't understand this. Anyway, enough of me rambling on, enjoy!
Why did this have to happen to me? I shouldn't have let it get like this. I was so stupid. I should have chosen just one and left it at that, but I was immature enough to make them think I want them both. Now they hate each other, and they probably hate me too. So now I must make the choice- Psymon or Moby?
Zoe lay on her bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. It was 2.11am, but she felt restless. She had so much on her mind. She was still recovering from the avalanche, and had been told to lay off snowboarding for a while to let her broken hip and leg heal. The officials had postponed the next race for a month to give everyone time to recover, and the Elysium Alps course had been closed for repairs. She was feeling depressed from Seeiah's funeral, and just didn't feel like sleeping. Sighing, she sat up, and pulled herself into the wheelchair she had been given while her hip recovered, and wheeled herself over to the open window across the room. Looking out, she could see the moonlight shimmering across the river that ran through the Mesablanca course, making the black water glisten, like it was scattered with diamonds. Zoe made her way back to her bed, still trying to sort out all muddled thoughts that ran relentlessly through her mind. Too much had happened for her to cope with, and she didn't want to think about it anymore. She lay down on her bed, and closed her eyes, finally drifting off to sleep.
Moby sat in the cafeteria of the hotel, trying to eat his bacon and eggs. However, he kept looking up at Psymon, and found it hard to concentrate on his breakfast. He had hated Psymon ever since the avalanche, and knew that unless he got rid of that freak, he would have no chance of getting Zoe. He glared at Psymon, his head fuming with hatred and anger. He had to find a way to stop Psymon in his tracks. Just as he began to eat again, he heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned around to see Zoe behind him, with a food tray in her lap. She wheeled over to him, smiling.
"Mind if I, uh, park here?" she asked, smiling in a way that always made Moby feel like he would do anything for her. He smiled back ,and shifted his chair over to make space for her. He noticed Psymon scowling with envy at the sight, and smirked in satisfaction, but his face fell when Zoe beckoned for Psymon to come over. The two sat on either side of Zoe, trying to ignore each other. Zoe sensed the discomfort, and tried to start a friendly conversation.
"So," she began, trying to think of something to say. "How is the league getting on without me and Kaori?" Moby was about to answer, but Psymon cut in, and Zoe immediately regretted starting the conversation.
"We're doing okay," Psymon said, looking at Moby with a malicious glint in his eyes. Moby grumbled, trying to control himself, and got back at Psymon by putting his arm around Zoe's shoulder. Psymon completely lost it, and stood up suddenly, throwing his chair to the floor. He slammed his fist on the table, seething with anger as he stared at Moby, who returned the look with a deadly glare. The two men moved closer, until they were almost nose to nose. They stood still, looking into each others eyes, and the room fell silent. Kaori hid behind Marty, who sat her back down by him and tried to calm her. Luther grinned at the prospect of seeing a real fight, and the others held their breath in anticipation. Nobody moved until Moby at last broke the silence.
"Think you can outdo me? Bring it on." Psymon, grinned, then suddenly lunged forward, hitting Moby straight in the stomach, and Moby stumbled back, before charging at Psymon, fists flailing. He caught Psymon in the jaw, but failed to deflect a blow in the shoulder. Before long, the two men were beating each other up, in frenzy of fists and flying trays. Moby slammed a food tray over the back of Psymon's head, who hurled a chair back at his opponent. Moby fell, dragging down Psymon with him. They rolled about on the floor, viciously attacking each other, trying to batter each other to a pulp. Zoe had to quickly wheel out of the way to avoid being caught up in the fight, and by now everyone was crowding around the two fighters, cheering and yelling. Rahzel walked into the cafeteria, and had to quickly duck as a bottle of cola flew at him, smashing against the wall behind him. He jogged over to the crowd and pushed his way through, and he and Brodi managed to drag the two men away from each other.
"Lemme GO!" Psymon barked, struggling against Rahzel's grip, trying to reach Moby, who was also trying to get away from Brodi, who had him in an arm lock.
"What's going on?" Rahzel sighed, and was answered by the two men yelling incomprehensively at each other, and Moby tried to kick out at Psymon, but Brodi dragged him further back. Once they had calmed down, Rahzel let Psymon go, and Brodi released Moby. The two men walked back over to the table, and carried on eating in silence, not looking at each other, or acknowledging each other's presence. Zoe decided to leave them in peace, and wheeled over to Marty and Kaori. She smiled sheepishly.
"I should remember not to try ad get them to talk to each other," she remarked, moving up to the table. Marty grinned.
"Don't worry," he laughed. "It was inevitable that they were going to fight sooner or later." He leaned back and looked over at the two enemies, studying the damage. They were covered in bruises, and Moby had a black eye while Psymon's nose was bleeding slightly. Both were covered in food. Marty sniggered, and turned back to his food. Zoe looked at Kaori, who was still giggling at the two men.
"So, how's your leg?" Zoe asked. Kaori smiled.
"It hurts a bit, but it's getting better." She said. "The worst part is trying to get used to the prosthetic leg." She rolled up the leg of her jeans to show Zoe the fake lower leg attached to her thigh by some kind of brace. Zoe was impressed by how real it looked. The texture was pretty similar to that of her other leg, as was the colour, only the prosthetic was a little lighter in colour, and looked too perfect to be a real leg. She looked back at Kaori, who smiled again.
"It's not fair," she laughed, pretending to sulk. Zoe seemed puzzled.
"What's not fair?"
"You get a wheelchair, and all I get are crutches!" Zoe laughed, and looked at Moby and Psymon. How was she going to choose? Still, she had to decide fast, or they would end up getting more and more hostile towards each other. If she wasn't careful someone was going to end up getting hurt, and that could even be her.
