Ashley: I'm sorry, I know it's rather depressing. I was just sick of all
the used plot lines and I thought 'hey I bet no one's done this.' I do hope
you'll keep reading although it will probably get worse. I'm working on
another happier story.
Sprite: I hope you like it, I'm working on chp two of BTL
Fire: I know I hate people knowing me when I don't know who they are. They come up to me and are like "Oh so you're Katrina?!" I'm like, "Yeah now who the hell are you??"
And here by little request is chapter 7:
Katrina sat on the bed oblivious to what was going on around her. They were dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. How many people had died? Five, well technically four, but she counted Sarah, Sarah was dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. Katrina turned and viciously banged her head on the bed post. No one even seemed to notice. Race came over to her, "Hey kid, you want to hit the tracks with me."
"I dunno."
"Look they're dead, you hardly even knew them."
"Yeah, well you did know them. Shouldn't this just be killing you?" Realizing what she had said she muttered a crap. "Race stay away from me, you'll die."
"What do you mean I'll die."
"You'll die, kick the bucket, cash in your chips, be shootin' up daisy or roses or pansy or just whatever you shoot or push. You'll be six feet under, no pulse, dead as a doornail, you will die." Katrina sunk back onto the bed. "I am under the belief, that I will live a long happy life."
"Like hell you will," Katrina peered up at him, "Race, everyone is dying, and for all I know you could be next, or Sprite, or Mush, or Blink, or anyone, even me." Katrina considered her last statement, "No, not me, I'll be the one to burry the bodies won't I?" Race stared at her, "Come on, let's just go to the races, take our minds off things, eh?" Katrina shrugged, "Sure, races, why not."
They headed out of the lodging house and down to the tracks. Race lit a cigar, and placed a few bets while Katrina stared around not quite in tune with what was going on around her. "So, Slider, what's your story?"
"Huh?"
"It, nice and all that you're here, but why? What's your story?" Nothing came to me, "I don't want to talk about it."
"Fair enough."
"Race, why are you okay with this?"
"What do you mean 'okay with this'? I am not okay, four people have died in the last week, and you think that I'm okay?"
"Well, you act like nothings wrong."
"What am I suppose to do, run away and cry in a corner." Katrina frowned, "No, that would be stupid."
"Exactly, I'm avoiding that." Katrina sighed and watched the race, they didn't win. Race muttered a few cuss words and turned towards her, "Hey, do you want to see the horses?"
"You mean up-close?"
"Yeah, I know one of the trainers, sometimes he lets me work the horses." Katrina shrugged, "I suppose."
They walked down to the stables, "Heya Mikey, how's it rollin'?" A tall burly man turned to them, "Not too bad, what about you?"
"I've had better days."
"Who's the girl?"
"She's a newbie, and the L.H."
"Oh really, so where are you're papes?"
"We ain't selling today." Katrina wandered away, hearing Racetrack tell the man, Mikey, about the deaths. Then the voice came.
"Did you miss me?"
"No," Katrina glared at nothing.
"You wound me."
"I'm doubting that." The voice cackled, "You better watch your step, I would hate to have you fall and hurt yourself."
"Of course, that would just tear you up." "I think that it's you who will be torn up."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, you didn't think we were finished did you?" There was a pause, "Well, that is priceless, you actually thought this was over with. Trust me darling, it's going to get worse before it gets better. I mean if it does get better at all, oh and I would move if I was you."
"Move why?"
A/N now review please, you would be my bestis friend!!!
Sprite: I hope you like it, I'm working on chp two of BTL
Fire: I know I hate people knowing me when I don't know who they are. They come up to me and are like "Oh so you're Katrina?!" I'm like, "Yeah now who the hell are you??"
And here by little request is chapter 7:
Katrina sat on the bed oblivious to what was going on around her. They were dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. How many people had died? Five, well technically four, but she counted Sarah, Sarah was dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. Katrina turned and viciously banged her head on the bed post. No one even seemed to notice. Race came over to her, "Hey kid, you want to hit the tracks with me."
"I dunno."
"Look they're dead, you hardly even knew them."
"Yeah, well you did know them. Shouldn't this just be killing you?" Realizing what she had said she muttered a crap. "Race stay away from me, you'll die."
"What do you mean I'll die."
"You'll die, kick the bucket, cash in your chips, be shootin' up daisy or roses or pansy or just whatever you shoot or push. You'll be six feet under, no pulse, dead as a doornail, you will die." Katrina sunk back onto the bed. "I am under the belief, that I will live a long happy life."
"Like hell you will," Katrina peered up at him, "Race, everyone is dying, and for all I know you could be next, or Sprite, or Mush, or Blink, or anyone, even me." Katrina considered her last statement, "No, not me, I'll be the one to burry the bodies won't I?" Race stared at her, "Come on, let's just go to the races, take our minds off things, eh?" Katrina shrugged, "Sure, races, why not."
They headed out of the lodging house and down to the tracks. Race lit a cigar, and placed a few bets while Katrina stared around not quite in tune with what was going on around her. "So, Slider, what's your story?"
"Huh?"
"It, nice and all that you're here, but why? What's your story?" Nothing came to me, "I don't want to talk about it."
"Fair enough."
"Race, why are you okay with this?"
"What do you mean 'okay with this'? I am not okay, four people have died in the last week, and you think that I'm okay?"
"Well, you act like nothings wrong."
"What am I suppose to do, run away and cry in a corner." Katrina frowned, "No, that would be stupid."
"Exactly, I'm avoiding that." Katrina sighed and watched the race, they didn't win. Race muttered a few cuss words and turned towards her, "Hey, do you want to see the horses?"
"You mean up-close?"
"Yeah, I know one of the trainers, sometimes he lets me work the horses." Katrina shrugged, "I suppose."
They walked down to the stables, "Heya Mikey, how's it rollin'?" A tall burly man turned to them, "Not too bad, what about you?"
"I've had better days."
"Who's the girl?"
"She's a newbie, and the L.H."
"Oh really, so where are you're papes?"
"We ain't selling today." Katrina wandered away, hearing Racetrack tell the man, Mikey, about the deaths. Then the voice came.
"Did you miss me?"
"No," Katrina glared at nothing.
"You wound me."
"I'm doubting that." The voice cackled, "You better watch your step, I would hate to have you fall and hurt yourself."
"Of course, that would just tear you up." "I think that it's you who will be torn up."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, you didn't think we were finished did you?" There was a pause, "Well, that is priceless, you actually thought this was over with. Trust me darling, it's going to get worse before it gets better. I mean if it does get better at all, oh and I would move if I was you."
"Move why?"
A/N now review please, you would be my bestis friend!!!