I'm not gonna get anything productive done until I finish writing! So here it is! LALALALALA
AyrePOV
After Scarlett cut my hands, things got fuzzier, my vision, my sense of feeling, I felt sleepy. Like if a bruttish thug weren't holding me 3 feet above the ground I would fall to the ground in a pathetic, crumpled pile of me.
"What do you want, Scarlett?" Ratchet demanded, I hated that he know her name, hated it, "What do you want with Ayre?" I heard Scarlett let out a laugh, it was a spent gesture, not that she meant to be courtious.
"You know where I went, Ratchet. You know what I'm here for." Scarlett sneered, I saw realization flash across Ratchet's face then horror, "Well, I say we have a bit of fun. Shall we?" Scarlett announced shoving me to the ground before stalking off to the car.
Having my cut up hands tied behind my back, I was unable to block my face from hitting the ground. Nearly all of my face hit the ground, heavy dull pain shot up from my nose and mouth, they broke my fall. The moment I hit the ground strong arms wrapped around my back, wrestling to get me to face up. I tried to fight off the attacker, but my tries ended in vain.
I expected an unforgiving fist to clip me in the jaw, but whoop- dy- friggin- do! It was Ratchet.
Had I not been in a state where I am a hostage with several death threats hovering between me and the red head, I would have been elated. But deep down I know this is just one more friend I am going to have to watch die. Maybe more... God knows where Holden scurried off to.
"Oh, God, Ayre! Ayre? Can you hear me? Are you okay? It's gonna be okay! Okay? Okay!" He blabbled and stuttered as he examined the damage to the cuts and bruises all over me.
"Ratchet," I began quietly, My vision is getting splotchy from bloodloss, even talking feels like it takes to much energy," I- You can't-"
"Come on, Ayre, We've got to-"
"GO?" Scarlett shrieked sarcastically from the side of the car, "I think not, it seems as if you've forgotten how this works, darlings."
And then there were two... mutants stuffed in the trunk of a car.
Ratchet's right and left hands were bound by canvas and duct taped to the floor of the trunk, same goes for my hands. I let myself droop my head on the floor of the trunk drowzily, each time I did Ratchet would say
"Ayre! No, no! Come on. Stay awake, stay with me. We are gonna get out of here, honey. Wake up!"
"Ratchet!" I groaned, "Give it a rest."
"Ayre, we can't just give u-"
"Ratchet, we are stuffed in the back of a car, here! I don't know where we are going, do you? Didn't think so, like it or not; it's looking pretty hopeless!" I snapped
"And here I thought you were an optimist!"
"Yeah, try realist. As in I can tell when-"
"Ayre!"
"What?"
"You can be a realist and still look on the bright side."
"I beg to differ." I muttered, "You get really argumentititve when your panicing."
"I'm not panicking! You become really pessimistic when your panicing."
"Ratchet, Why are we having this conversation?" I asked incredulously. I heard Ratchet sigh,
"I'm sorry," He said.
"What for?" I asked getting as close as I could without breaking my bleeding wrists
"It's my fault. I mean- this. All this." He admitted sounding guilty
"You're not making any sense, Ratchet." I whispered
"You never will, I can't stand that." His voice dropped to a low whisper, "but I can't stay away either
At first I didn't quite know how to react because I didn't really understand what he meant, I assumed it was something good. Then I feel more agitated because we have bigger things to worry about than our disfunctional relationship. Right? Right!
"Uh- were stuffed in the back of a car. We don't exactly have time to-"
"According to you," Ratchet objected, "We don't have much time left at all."
"Ratchet," I warned, "If you are using reverse psychology on me, just shut up, it's irritating. We have bigger things to worry about."
After a moment of silence then he murmured "Ayre, put it behind you. Just- all of it." Even through the pitch black darkness of the stuffy trunk, I could tell we were holding eye contact. I knew what he meant by what he said...
The silence with-held for what felt like an eternity. Untill Ratchet said, "Look, Ayre. We are not going out this w-"
We both cried out in shock as the car stopped abrupty, sending us into the side of the trunk. A moment later we heard the doors open and close, then the trunk snapped open letting in a surprisingly cool draft that felt amazing after that stuffy ride. But then my least favorite voice exclaimed sarcastically , "The ride's over, darlings!" Scarlett slammed her palms down on the edge of the trunk where the door closes us in, and viciously growled, "Time for the fun part, eh?"
Sorry it took me so long to update but I while I was "GONE" I thought up like 15 chapters worth of ideas and typed up 3 chapters so, Wahoo go, me!
So we digress...
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