"Shit!" Nicky cursed, "Why the heck did it have to start raining today!"
I bitterly laughed at him but got up from where I had been sitting. The rain harshly pelted us, making the earth underneath us slick with its red blood.
"Come on," I said, extending a hand and offering to help him up. He made a face at me and got up himself. Already his white t-shirt was soaked, its usual bright whiteness replaced with a dark shade of red from the rain.
"And just when you where wearing your good shirt," I mimicked cruelly.
He glared at me, his round bright red eyes boring into my skull, but he instantly smiled: "I hate it when it rains blood."
The cliff that we had been dangling our legs over was getting unstable and we walked back to his car. He opened the drivers door and jumped in, sliding behind the wheel with ease, while I clamored in with the grace of a cat with its legs tired together (which is the most ungraceful thing ever), hitting my head several times. Now it was my time to curse. He smiled with concern at me: "Still not used to your new body, aren't you?"
I glared. "Hurry up, I want to get home before the vultures come."
He laughed at me and started the car. He drove his way back onto the road, which was cracked and broken. The windscreen whippers had a hard time flicking the blood away and the sky was dark from the gigantic clouds.
He turned to me. His eyes where are bright shade of red. We could almost pass as humans. But there are no longer any humans.
"So," he said, turning sharply and ignoring a broken 'stop' sign, "Are you ever going to go back to Training? They miss you, you know."
He knew how much the situation upset me, and even talking about it almost reduced me to tears, but he continued: "It re-"
"No!" I said, cutting him off sharply. "Not after what happened. Never again." I looked out the window, ignoring his gaze.
He pulled up next to a large white house. We had made no moves to change the way humans had built there houses because we liked them. I made a move to get out of the car. He put a hand on my arm and stopped me. I glanced back at Nicky. His eyes where sad and his face was marked with an uncharacteristic frown.
"I miss you, ok? It's not just the others. I miss you too. Come back. Train again. Please? For me?"
No. Never. I pulled my arm away from him, not in shock, but in disgust. "If it was not for you," I screamed, letting go of my anger, "I would still be there. If i wasn't for you and your sucky aim, I would still have my old body. You KILLED ME!"
His eyes turned cold and hard.
"Wrong!" He growled.
"Wrong? How the heck am I wrong?" I shrieked.
"I didn't kill you," his voice was icy and cold. "I killed the body you where inhabiting. It was old and horrible anyway. I just did you a favor."
I couldn't even bring myself to respond. I jumped out of the car, landing in a large puddle of blood, but I didn't care. I slammed the door of the car hard. He glared at me through the windscreen and I glared back. For minutes we stood there, my jumper and my ugg boots being soaked. With a barley audible curse from behind the screen, he broke eye contact and drove off, the car kicking up blood.
I snarled and turned around, walking into my family's house.
"I'm home, though you probably don't care and will just tell me lies for the rest of my life!" I called dramatically. Our house was highly furnished with- i wont tell you what we put on our walls, because it would probably scare you to death- Stubble noises came from the kitchen, and I made the deduction that mother was trying to cook her "Trust me, its not burnt, just sun tanned" dinner again.
I stood in the hall, sighing.
It was only them when a photo frame that was dropped on the floor caught my attention. I picked it up, my hands turning it over with delicately. I must say, I loved photos. The way humans had created a device that could capture moments amazed me. I turned the frame over. It was a picture of a family. The family consisted of one children, a mother and a father. There was also a family friend. I smiled, running my fingers along the fame, leaving red marks, staring at the girl in it. Her hair was a bleached blonde and her eyes where a dark green. From her ears hung expensive jewelry. She wore a singlet and blue jeans. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders.
Me.
Well, thats a lie. It wasn't exactly me. The body was me, but her thoughts where not. Just as I was thinking this, my mother appeared behind me.
"Such a nice family," she said, almost dreamily. "They where so nice to let us take over. Although, they didn't have much chance." She chuckled.
"Dinner's ready," she smiled cheerfully and left me, returning to the kitchen.
I smiled at the picture. She was right.
They didn't have much chance at surviving anyway. My smile turned cruel, and, in a burst of pride and rage, I threw the picture to the ground.
"Coming mother. Are we having steak again?" I said sweetly, walking away.
A large crack had appeared in the glass of the frame. The crack ran though the girls face, distorting it.
I smiled.