Chapter VIII
AN: HAPPY HOLIDAYS! WOOO! CHRISTMAS!!! I know what I want this year!! (Psymon, Mac, Nate, Johnny Depp...) Er, I'll stop now! :D You guys have a happy holiday and a Merry Christmas! I'm gonna get SSX 3 for Christmas! Hell yeah!!! Or at least, I hope so... Sorry about now updating for a while, it's been a hectic week for me! So sorry! A thousand apologies! On with the story! Oh, and sorry it's kind of short....and a little creepy at the end! And a little sad...poor girl, I feel bad for her... Oh yes, and thank you for the reviews! I really love you people!
"Ready?" I nodded and gave Psymon a thumbs up.
I watched Psymon take in a breath of mountain air and grin. "This is livin' Yuri! I'm gonna show you what the phrase 'beautiful pain' means!"
I gulped, hoping he was joking. But with Psymon Stark, you could never know....
Psymon raised his hand, smirking in utter delight. I shuddered and pulled my gloves on. Okay...this was it...okay....just calm down...no bid deal, right?
"GO!" Psymon roared, speeding forward.
I went ahead, cruising with him neck and neck. I was trying my hardest, leaning forward as the icy wind whipped my long braid around my face. My ears stung, despite the bright red beanie pulled over my head. I wiped the snow off my goggles, stealing a glance at Psymon, the legendary boarder Roy, my cousin, idolized.
I stared at him in disbelief for two seconds, though it seemed to last longer. He was wearing a black beater, I saw him in it in the helicopter, and over it, he was wearing a heavy black and red jacket. His hair was sticking out in all different directions, and his gloves were tight around his hands. He was smirking menacingly, and leaning forward. He caught me glance and widened his grin. "Hey, Yuri, you gonna stare at me or board, girl?" I blushed and focused back on the track. He had an alpine board.... Odd, I wasn't used to watching Psymon race with an alpine board. Despite the alpine board's obvious advantage with speed, Psymon was more of a BX kind of guy. Roy had studied his boarding techniques, and I couldn't ignore Roy's ramblings when we were watching him race. I was actually faring well, until I noticed that Psymon was chuckling to himself. I could hear him over the howling winds when his chuckle erupted into a hysterical laugh.
I widened my eyes and stared at him in question.
"You think you got me, Cheerios?" he bellowed, fighting back his snorts of laughter, "I'm not even trying!!"
Oh no, this doesn't sound good.
Psymon pushed forward, literally flying ahead of me. He extended his arms out and let his head fall back, "This is living!!! Feel the wind, girl!"
I narrowed my eyes. The wind was so cold that it was burning my cheeks, if that made any sense. I had to do this; I had to prove that I was a worthy component. However, my luck wasn't faring so well against the almighty Psymon Stark.
He was still relatively close to me, but I knew he was only toying with me. He probably could've made it down the mountain by now, but he only lingered ahead of me to piss me off....
And he was succeeding.
"Damn," I muttered when he turned suddenly to the right, and then turned back to the left. I was tailing him, determined to at least keep him in sight. There was a large glass billboard ahead, and Psymon cackled.
"This is what you do if you want to win! Watch closely!" He shouted over his shoulder, but I could barely hear him.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Psymon swerved right in front of me, colliding into glass, shard flying everywhere. I shielded my head with my arms, but the glass tore at my arms. I recoiled, not even opening my eyes. Next thing I knew, my board stopped suddenly, and I was sliding-no, more like flying-headfirst through the snow, hitting shards of glass along the way.
I moaned, pushing myself up with my arms. I was so sore.... I unlatched myself from the board, and did the smartest thing I could think of. I curled up into a ball, and sniffed.
My shirt was torn into pieces, but I was still decently covered, thank God. Psymon had stopped immediately, staring back at me. I looked up at him, and there was a kind of 'understanding' silence between us.
"Holy shit..." was all that came out of Psymon's mouth. I didn't even notice what he was talking about; all I knew is that when I followed his gaze behind me, I noticed that there was a trail of blood in the snow.
And that blood was mine.
"Shit, Yuri! What the hell happened?"
"I dunno," I moaned, clutching my head. "Glass.....came out of nowhere....." I looked down at my left leg that was throbbing something fierce, which had a huge slash down my calf. I drew back at the sight, and emitted a little squeak. Half of my pants were torn, and a shard of glass was still sticking out in an awkward position of my calf.
"Ohmigod..." I whispered, "What do I do, what do I do, what do I do," It wasn't really much of a question; it was more like a chant, a prayer.
Psymon stared at my leg, fixed in horror. Suddenly, he seemed to snap out of it, and immediately unstrapped himself from his board. He bent down beside my leg, unsure what to do.
I screamed; it seemed like the wind was tearing through my leg, and that only made it bleed more freely. It didn't hurt that much, it was just the fact that the wind was making it sting. I looked away, covering my eyes with my hands and screamed into them.
"Do I take it out?"
"NO! God, no! Please!" I bawled, tears pouring from my eyes. Fear was striking me now, and I didn't want Psymon to touch me. I only laid back in the blood stained snow and cried.
"Look," Psymon said angrily, sliding his jacket off and pulling off his beater, "I'm gonna have to take it out, whether you like it or not. Bite this," he said simply, removing his belt and handing it to me.
I raised an eye brow in question, but did I was told. I clamped my teeth onto his belt as he began to take the shard of glass out of my leg. "Don't scream!" he said when I showed a hint of a moan, "Just bite harder,"
I nodded, biting harder than ever. I could hear the squishes coming from my leg, and it disgusted me!!! I felt like throwing up and my leg only pounded in pain, more like the glass was digging in deeper, tearing my flesh apart. Finally, Psymon removed the belt from my mouth. I had had my eyes shut tight, and long after Psymon had removed the shard, I was still chewing onto the belt. He took his black beater he had taken off and wrapped it around my leg tightly. "It'll stop the blood flow," he muttered. He wrapped his jacket around me, and whispered, "It'll be okay. I'm gonna call Atomika, okay?"
I nodded. Atomika. Hot cocoa. Fireplace. Warm clothes. Hot bath. Mac.....
Psymon cursed under his breath.
"What? What's wrong?"
"No reception!!" he roared, "Goddammit!"
My heart sunk, and I just wanted to collapse onto the snow. "No reception...."
Psymon shook the M-comm violently. "I can't send a message! It's just blank! I can't even get the goddamned radio! SHIT!"
I shivered, pulling Psymon's heavy snow coat tighter around me. Psymon was absolutely furious, shaking with anger....
"Psy?" I offered, "Nate was at the lodge...maybe...."
"Nate? You mean that Logan guy?"-Psymon spat in the snow-"Feh. He won't come."
"Why not? He told me to wait. He wanted to come. He'll come!" I said, hopefully.
"Yeah, what if he comes?" Psymon mumbled, "He'll be here, with a non- working M-comm as well. What're we supposed to do until then?"
"Well, everyone knows that I'm up here, anyway," I sighed, burying my face into my hands. Yeah, I knew for a fact that eventually everyone would realize we were gone and something must've gone wrong, but so what? We'd be stuck here for up to hours, maybe even into the night. And do you realize how cold it would be on Peak Three? It was supposed to dip into the negatives, with Psymon Stark with no shirt and me with torn pants and a torn shirt. I shuddered. This was it; I was going to get frostbite, definitely on my leg.
***
Psymon's M-comm was buried off into the snow somewhere, and my M-comm still refused to work. Aggravated, I clipped it to my belt and shivered. I had tenderly tucked my legs inside Psymon's jacket I was wearing, holding my knees to my chest.
Psymon had fallen asleep, rolling around in the snow and grumbling every now and then.
"Must be nice not to be able to feel anything...." I muttered under my breath, seizing a twig and drawing faces in the snow. Why wasn't Nate here? Did something go wrong? It must've been past an hour...something must've happened....
At the time, I didn't now Nate would have been coming to my rescue within the hour. I remember thinking I wanted to die...I wanted to die...just so the pain would stop...and all I could think about was dying...
My eyes closed slowly...drifting off into a sleep.
***
"Yuri, what the hell are you doing!?" Roy shouted at me.
"Wha-?"
"You can't jump the ramp! No way!" Ryan said.
My vision was blurry, but I could see Ryan, Roy, and Eric staring at me angrily.
"Hey guys...what's wrong?" I asked them, rubbing my head.
"You can't do it." Eric said.
"You can't do anything." Ryan added.
"No one likes you." Roy muttered.
"You're just a kid," Suddenly, Nate appeared from behind Ryan and glared at me.
"What?" I said, dazed, "Nate?"
"You're such a dork, Yuri," Griff said, appearing out of nowhere in the same fashion as Nate. I looked around me in horror, and saw all of the SSX veterans appearing out of nowhere. Allegra snorted and threw a snowball at my face.
"Hey!" I said angrily, "What's wrong with you guys?"
"You're the problem here!" Psymon growled, "You're such an idiot!"
"Yeah, what a dork. She was too shy when we first met her, and now she thinks she's the shit." Zoe muttered darkly.
"I agree, Zoe. She could never be a vet," Elise said, "Now Allegra here can do anything,"
Nate nodded, "Yeah, much better than that twit."
"Twit!?" I protested, "Nate, I thought-"
"You think you can beat me?" Kaori screamed, "You can't even nail three tricks! You're such a pathetic excuse for a boarder, Panda!"
Atomika nodded, "I must've made a mistake. I'm recruiting Eric instead of you. Get out of here."
"What are you talking about? Guys? Kaori? Atomika?"
It was a weird dream, I had to admit, but it would be a long time before I woke from that nightmare.
AN: HAPPY HOLIDAYS! WOOO! CHRISTMAS!!! I know what I want this year!! (Psymon, Mac, Nate, Johnny Depp...) Er, I'll stop now! :D You guys have a happy holiday and a Merry Christmas! I'm gonna get SSX 3 for Christmas! Hell yeah!!! Or at least, I hope so... Sorry about now updating for a while, it's been a hectic week for me! So sorry! A thousand apologies! On with the story! Oh, and sorry it's kind of short....and a little creepy at the end! And a little sad...poor girl, I feel bad for her... Oh yes, and thank you for the reviews! I really love you people!
"Ready?" I nodded and gave Psymon a thumbs up.
I watched Psymon take in a breath of mountain air and grin. "This is livin' Yuri! I'm gonna show you what the phrase 'beautiful pain' means!"
I gulped, hoping he was joking. But with Psymon Stark, you could never know....
Psymon raised his hand, smirking in utter delight. I shuddered and pulled my gloves on. Okay...this was it...okay....just calm down...no bid deal, right?
"GO!" Psymon roared, speeding forward.
I went ahead, cruising with him neck and neck. I was trying my hardest, leaning forward as the icy wind whipped my long braid around my face. My ears stung, despite the bright red beanie pulled over my head. I wiped the snow off my goggles, stealing a glance at Psymon, the legendary boarder Roy, my cousin, idolized.
I stared at him in disbelief for two seconds, though it seemed to last longer. He was wearing a black beater, I saw him in it in the helicopter, and over it, he was wearing a heavy black and red jacket. His hair was sticking out in all different directions, and his gloves were tight around his hands. He was smirking menacingly, and leaning forward. He caught me glance and widened his grin. "Hey, Yuri, you gonna stare at me or board, girl?" I blushed and focused back on the track. He had an alpine board.... Odd, I wasn't used to watching Psymon race with an alpine board. Despite the alpine board's obvious advantage with speed, Psymon was more of a BX kind of guy. Roy had studied his boarding techniques, and I couldn't ignore Roy's ramblings when we were watching him race. I was actually faring well, until I noticed that Psymon was chuckling to himself. I could hear him over the howling winds when his chuckle erupted into a hysterical laugh.
I widened my eyes and stared at him in question.
"You think you got me, Cheerios?" he bellowed, fighting back his snorts of laughter, "I'm not even trying!!"
Oh no, this doesn't sound good.
Psymon pushed forward, literally flying ahead of me. He extended his arms out and let his head fall back, "This is living!!! Feel the wind, girl!"
I narrowed my eyes. The wind was so cold that it was burning my cheeks, if that made any sense. I had to do this; I had to prove that I was a worthy component. However, my luck wasn't faring so well against the almighty Psymon Stark.
He was still relatively close to me, but I knew he was only toying with me. He probably could've made it down the mountain by now, but he only lingered ahead of me to piss me off....
And he was succeeding.
"Damn," I muttered when he turned suddenly to the right, and then turned back to the left. I was tailing him, determined to at least keep him in sight. There was a large glass billboard ahead, and Psymon cackled.
"This is what you do if you want to win! Watch closely!" He shouted over his shoulder, but I could barely hear him.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Psymon swerved right in front of me, colliding into glass, shard flying everywhere. I shielded my head with my arms, but the glass tore at my arms. I recoiled, not even opening my eyes. Next thing I knew, my board stopped suddenly, and I was sliding-no, more like flying-headfirst through the snow, hitting shards of glass along the way.
I moaned, pushing myself up with my arms. I was so sore.... I unlatched myself from the board, and did the smartest thing I could think of. I curled up into a ball, and sniffed.
My shirt was torn into pieces, but I was still decently covered, thank God. Psymon had stopped immediately, staring back at me. I looked up at him, and there was a kind of 'understanding' silence between us.
"Holy shit..." was all that came out of Psymon's mouth. I didn't even notice what he was talking about; all I knew is that when I followed his gaze behind me, I noticed that there was a trail of blood in the snow.
And that blood was mine.
"Shit, Yuri! What the hell happened?"
"I dunno," I moaned, clutching my head. "Glass.....came out of nowhere....." I looked down at my left leg that was throbbing something fierce, which had a huge slash down my calf. I drew back at the sight, and emitted a little squeak. Half of my pants were torn, and a shard of glass was still sticking out in an awkward position of my calf.
"Ohmigod..." I whispered, "What do I do, what do I do, what do I do," It wasn't really much of a question; it was more like a chant, a prayer.
Psymon stared at my leg, fixed in horror. Suddenly, he seemed to snap out of it, and immediately unstrapped himself from his board. He bent down beside my leg, unsure what to do.
I screamed; it seemed like the wind was tearing through my leg, and that only made it bleed more freely. It didn't hurt that much, it was just the fact that the wind was making it sting. I looked away, covering my eyes with my hands and screamed into them.
"Do I take it out?"
"NO! God, no! Please!" I bawled, tears pouring from my eyes. Fear was striking me now, and I didn't want Psymon to touch me. I only laid back in the blood stained snow and cried.
"Look," Psymon said angrily, sliding his jacket off and pulling off his beater, "I'm gonna have to take it out, whether you like it or not. Bite this," he said simply, removing his belt and handing it to me.
I raised an eye brow in question, but did I was told. I clamped my teeth onto his belt as he began to take the shard of glass out of my leg. "Don't scream!" he said when I showed a hint of a moan, "Just bite harder,"
I nodded, biting harder than ever. I could hear the squishes coming from my leg, and it disgusted me!!! I felt like throwing up and my leg only pounded in pain, more like the glass was digging in deeper, tearing my flesh apart. Finally, Psymon removed the belt from my mouth. I had had my eyes shut tight, and long after Psymon had removed the shard, I was still chewing onto the belt. He took his black beater he had taken off and wrapped it around my leg tightly. "It'll stop the blood flow," he muttered. He wrapped his jacket around me, and whispered, "It'll be okay. I'm gonna call Atomika, okay?"
I nodded. Atomika. Hot cocoa. Fireplace. Warm clothes. Hot bath. Mac.....
Psymon cursed under his breath.
"What? What's wrong?"
"No reception!!" he roared, "Goddammit!"
My heart sunk, and I just wanted to collapse onto the snow. "No reception...."
Psymon shook the M-comm violently. "I can't send a message! It's just blank! I can't even get the goddamned radio! SHIT!"
I shivered, pulling Psymon's heavy snow coat tighter around me. Psymon was absolutely furious, shaking with anger....
"Psy?" I offered, "Nate was at the lodge...maybe...."
"Nate? You mean that Logan guy?"-Psymon spat in the snow-"Feh. He won't come."
"Why not? He told me to wait. He wanted to come. He'll come!" I said, hopefully.
"Yeah, what if he comes?" Psymon mumbled, "He'll be here, with a non- working M-comm as well. What're we supposed to do until then?"
"Well, everyone knows that I'm up here, anyway," I sighed, burying my face into my hands. Yeah, I knew for a fact that eventually everyone would realize we were gone and something must've gone wrong, but so what? We'd be stuck here for up to hours, maybe even into the night. And do you realize how cold it would be on Peak Three? It was supposed to dip into the negatives, with Psymon Stark with no shirt and me with torn pants and a torn shirt. I shuddered. This was it; I was going to get frostbite, definitely on my leg.
***
Psymon's M-comm was buried off into the snow somewhere, and my M-comm still refused to work. Aggravated, I clipped it to my belt and shivered. I had tenderly tucked my legs inside Psymon's jacket I was wearing, holding my knees to my chest.
Psymon had fallen asleep, rolling around in the snow and grumbling every now and then.
"Must be nice not to be able to feel anything...." I muttered under my breath, seizing a twig and drawing faces in the snow. Why wasn't Nate here? Did something go wrong? It must've been past an hour...something must've happened....
At the time, I didn't now Nate would have been coming to my rescue within the hour. I remember thinking I wanted to die...I wanted to die...just so the pain would stop...and all I could think about was dying...
My eyes closed slowly...drifting off into a sleep.
***
"Yuri, what the hell are you doing!?" Roy shouted at me.
"Wha-?"
"You can't jump the ramp! No way!" Ryan said.
My vision was blurry, but I could see Ryan, Roy, and Eric staring at me angrily.
"Hey guys...what's wrong?" I asked them, rubbing my head.
"You can't do it." Eric said.
"You can't do anything." Ryan added.
"No one likes you." Roy muttered.
"You're just a kid," Suddenly, Nate appeared from behind Ryan and glared at me.
"What?" I said, dazed, "Nate?"
"You're such a dork, Yuri," Griff said, appearing out of nowhere in the same fashion as Nate. I looked around me in horror, and saw all of the SSX veterans appearing out of nowhere. Allegra snorted and threw a snowball at my face.
"Hey!" I said angrily, "What's wrong with you guys?"
"You're the problem here!" Psymon growled, "You're such an idiot!"
"Yeah, what a dork. She was too shy when we first met her, and now she thinks she's the shit." Zoe muttered darkly.
"I agree, Zoe. She could never be a vet," Elise said, "Now Allegra here can do anything,"
Nate nodded, "Yeah, much better than that twit."
"Twit!?" I protested, "Nate, I thought-"
"You think you can beat me?" Kaori screamed, "You can't even nail three tricks! You're such a pathetic excuse for a boarder, Panda!"
Atomika nodded, "I must've made a mistake. I'm recruiting Eric instead of you. Get out of here."
"What are you talking about? Guys? Kaori? Atomika?"
It was a weird dream, I had to admit, but it would be a long time before I woke from that nightmare.