I manage to force my eyes open, finding myself in an all too familiar location, the same green skies and equally beautiful blue floor. I struggle against my earthen captor, finally breaking free, I plummet to the ground, it's not exactly terminal velocity, but that doesn't help the newly forming goose egg on the back of my head. I let out a soft groan, crawling to my feet, I lazily swing my left arm up to face level, ah, the pip boy 3000, the marks of wear and tear from my rigorous lifestyle, I look around on the scanner, finding no people, hostile or otherwise. I venture forward… "It's gonna be one of those days." I sigh. "Tuesday?" a voice cautiously asks from behind me, I jump forward landing in a patch of dirt. The strange girl I had met before jumped in the opposite direction white hair flowing behind her.
"You again!" I yell. "H… Hi" she stutters. I compose myself, composing myself a bit, I give her my best scribe Rothschild impression "Where the hell are we?" I demand coldly. "A forest" She says trying to avoid my question. "Why exactly?" I clarify, jaw as solid as a statue. She starts twirling her hair with her right index finger. "Stop dodging my questions!" I demand, damn it's so tempting to put two between her eyes. "So like… I need a partner, wait no like a science partner not yanno, like that! I mean it's not like you're exactly bad looking but I'm just not ready for that kind of relationship and haven't ever dated anyone before, A team mate! Science partner not chemistry!" she trails off into mindless babbling. "How long do you need me as a 'Team mate'?" I interrupt. "Well…" She mumbles.
"No more than five million two hundred ninety two thousand seconds from right now!" she replies and takes a step back. Let me think there's thirty six thousand seconds in a day… three hundred sixty five days in a year, not including leap years so… "Four years, your fucking with me right?" I ask, barely keeping my composure. "Is this a bad time to mention that it's set in stone now?" She asks, takes another step back. … "Kyle?" she asks. I grab her by the shoulders and start shaking her. I'm 100% done with this bitch. "Why?" I demand. "I have people problems, please stop shaking me I'm getting dizzy." She replies "That's no reason to kidnap said people!" I holler, god that sounded bitchy. "My name's Isla…" She replies. "And…" I ask. "We know each other now. Please stop shaking me…" She answers.
"Nile?" Isla asks. "Kyle. Wait how do you know my name!?" I demand. Isla pushes me backwards sending us both flying towards the ground. A black claw seems to come from nowhere, snatching Isla up by the hair. She smacks into a tree with a loud 'crack'. Three black bear like monsters lumber into view. One of them swings at me, how the hell did they get that close, damn girl, what a distraction! I roll out of the way, his claw makes a sizable gash in the earth where I was only half a second beforehand. That would have hurt, badly. Another swings at me, I kick the towering oaf as hard as I can. He tumbles backwards, landing like a sack a potatoes. The third charges me, a bullet stops him in his tracks, the bear-thing falls face first into the forest floor, my ears instinctively follow the loud, yet distinctive bark of my 9mm pistol.
I dash towards the smoking beauty now laying in Isla's limp hand. A Bear-thing swipes at me. I slide under its arm and stop just short of Isla. I grab my all too familiar pistol. A bear-thing smacks me into a tree. I groan, picking myself up from the ground, the bear charges, just in the nick of time, I pound a few buttons The world freezes, lighting up the monster with percentages, I target the head a few times, pressing the confirmation button, three shots ring out, you could have missed it if you blinked. He falls backwards, head separated, slowly fading away into black dust. "How'd you do that!?" Isla asks, with an almost childlike admiration. "Um… when did you wake up?" I ask ignoring her question. "You were like 'Bang! Bang! Bang!' and they were like 'Oh no! BOOM!'" Isla exclaims making it obvious that my words just really aren't registering, too caught up in my skill.
"Wait, there were more then one?" I ask. "Yeah. I thought you fired three gunshots for three Grimm…" Isla replies. We both turn around slowly, two angry looking 'Grimm' were starting to get their wits about them. "Do the superman thing on them!" Isla frightfully demands. I press the V.A.T.S. button. It makes a little bleep. Well ain't that a hole in the boat… "I'm out of AP…" I reply, she gives me a look speaking 'AP? The fuck is that' I instantly get the memo, "No 'superman thing'" I answer. The bears charge us, we dive in opposite directions, I squeeze the trigger of my pistol, and the bullets do little to nothing, "super ineffective!" Isla shouts while firing several shots into the other bear with a pure white 9mm pistol. "Shut up!" I retort. The bear explodes into black dust, I kick the bear square between the legs and fire four shots into its head.
"What where those things?" I ask. Isla turns towards me, an uneasy look plaguing her "They were Grimm, they hold a grudge against humanity, and they are thought to be mindless." The last words to leave her mouth sound, heavy maybe… "I wonder if they can think, and if so I wonder what the last thing the thought was…" Isla mumbles. The notion made me more than a little uneasy. "Let's keep going." Isla says once she's regained her composure. My temper flares once again "I'm not going any farther until I have some answers." I demand. "Ok how's… three answers sound?" Isla asks. "Ok fine." I begrudgingly accept. "Where are we?" I ask "The emerald forest in vale." Isla quickly answers. Damn. I should have expected her to try to hold information back. I'd try asking her why she was dodging my questions again but that would waste another question…
"What's that little white box you had earlier?" I ask. "That's sandbox. It's special dust that can recreate memories with great detail." She answers. Damn it! Another cheap answer! She's trying to waste my questions! I need to get her back… but how… "What's…?" I mumble "…Your measurements!" I half snicker, no way can she answer that. "M… My…" she stutters. My snickering is cut short by the faint flash off a sniper's scope, fuck! "Isla!" I yell. But it's too late, the toe of Isla's boot has already made its way from the ground to my left temple. The world quickly flashes white before going black.
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Fuck.
Yo, this is not part of the chapter so much as an after note wrote just in case I find a purpose for it (Plot updates, answers to interesting questions, and so forth) I've decided to sign these with my preferred name instead of my username. Now that I've run out of ways to bring up the world count I'm out ;).
-Mo (A.K.A. raven0630)
