The End Of Our World, Chapter 2

By: Juria

Notes: All characters belong, to, well, themselves. This story is kind of a crossover of Avatar, Code Lyoko, some random stuff from my mind, and it all takes place in the real world. So far, rated-PG-13.

Knifegirl slowly pulled her 1965 red camero into the parking lot, her eyes shifting side to side, a .44 magnum on her right side. She didn't know what made her stop at this particular K-Mart, after running for almost 4 hours straight, but she felt like something was calling to her, that, and she just ran out of gas. "Shit" she muttered, reaching down for her gun, and looking up into the eye of several Bloks.

She aimed her gun right at her windshield, only to suddenly see the Blok explode right in front of her. "Get inside now!" a voice shouted to her. As the Bloks began shooting holes into her car, Knifegirl kicked the passanger window open, and slid out beside the car. Eyeing the door, she bloted as hard and as fast as her legs would allow. If she was shot, she didn't notice it.

The experience of playing too many horror-survival games, combined with basics instincts, fueled Knifegirl as she made her way to the back of the store, stopping and hiding behind a shelf, her gun drawn and ready. "Who the hell are you?!" she shouted out, grabbing a bicycle mirror and using it to try to see her unlikely savior.

Unfortunatly, all she saw was a rifle barrel. Holding her gun with both hands, she crawled forward, until the gun was pressed up against the glass countertop. It was then that she realized, no one was behind the gun. "Hello?!" she shouted again, this time hearing water, running water.

Knifegirl holstered her gun, and crept towards the sound of the running water, her eyes suddenly met with a guy with a medium build, and more importantly, shirtless and unarmed. However, he looked so familiar somehow. The guy caught Knifegirl out of the corner of his eye, and rolled towards her, crouching and moving until he was level with the corner as well. "Can I help you?" he asked.

Knifegirl jumped back, startled by how close he was. "Who are you?" she asked in a demanding tone. Both individuals stood up at the same time, Knifegirl drawing her gun, but almost instantly, the strange guy had her arm pressed against the wall, the skin of the palm of his hand between the hammer of the gun and the bullet, all before she'd even pulled the trigger.

"I think I'll ask first, who are you?" he said, his small eyes narrowed from behind blondish-red hair. For a minute, they both locked eyes, and she hesitated, like she knew him. In that second, the man managed to free the gun from her grip, knocking it away from both of them. Knifegirl tried for a simple groin kick, but the man wrapped both of his legs around hers, stopping her, but not hurting her. "So, like I said, who are you?" he asked, breathing heavily.

Knifegirl scoffed at him. "And why in the fuck should I tell you?" she asked with a glare.

"Because, you're human, I'm human, and it looks like we're the only two people still alive. Now, I'm gonna move back very slowly, and we're going to call out eachother's net-names, agreed?" he asked calmly. Knifegirl slowly nodded, then both people withdrew, never taking their eyes off eachother.

"Knifegirl"

"Juria"

At the mere mention of his name, Knifegirl took her eyes off of him, turning away from him. "I thought I was all alone, and to think, of all the people I could run in to, I had to find you." she said with a laugh. A smile formed on Juria's face as he stood up, this time her gun in his hand, barrel pointed towards himself. "Here, this is yours." he said with a smile.

Knifegirl took the gun from him, then debated on kneeing him in the balls. "Why didn't you tell me who you were in the first place, asshole?" she said with a chuckle.

Juria turned away from her. "I had to make sure it was you. I mean, come on, the last picture I remember you from was from almost 4 years ago, 5 tops. Of course, you looked cute back then." he said with a grin.

This, of course, was responded with by the typical gesture, a well-place punch to the arm that Juria knew was going to bruise. This was the beginning of an akward, unique, and very strange relationship.

TBC...

After-notes: Hope I didn't make thing between us too creepy YWAK.