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Chapter Two - Wow
"Do doodododo, I hate you guys, do doodododo, you guys can kiss my aaaasssssssss, do doododo, I fuckin hate you guuuuuuys...."
That was my blues song at the moment. After making that "Stray dog" comment, the woman in the suit suspected me to be a spy or some shit for a vampire. I told her she was full of shit, and that gave her all the more reason to attack me. It also gave me all the more reasons to hate this fucking game. I didn't run away though, I mean hell, it's a video game. Not like I could die or some shit, right? And all cliche people seem to survive throught he whole thing, so it wasn't a big deal to me. Those were the thoughst I was thinking BEFORE she stabbed me in the shoulder with the pointed end of her axe-staff or whatever the hell it's called.
When I felt that... I was kind of shocked. LIke, not the shocked like "GASP! OMFG!!". The kind of shock when you get when something breaks your arm and you can't believe that it happened so quickly. Yeah, my eyes widened, my voice kinda choked, and I was shaking like mad for a few seconds, and then fell down on the ground when she yanked it out of me. Naturally I rolled on my side and slapped a hand on the wound, blood pumping out like crazy and me still in shock. After a few moments of sheer, tormenting pain and me managing to hold back the gushing blood, I looked up at her wtih the meanest eyes ever.
"What the FUCK was that for!?" I snapped. She looked pretty surprised herself and was looking from side to side, obviously not knowing what to say.
I was still pissed.
"You mean to tell me you fucking STABBED ME and you DON'T KNOW WHY!?" I shouted. She bite her lower lip.
I was STILL pissed.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!! WHEN I STOP BLEEDING I'M GONNA KILL YOUR ASS!!"
And that was the magic word. The woman suddenly exploded infront of me, probably unaware of it, and the rest of her body, blood and skin alike, went splattering right on me. I stared blank at the ground, mouth open, face puzzled and still pretty pissed, having a hard time believing what just happened seeing I was covered in pieces of a human being. Then two cloven feet appeared before me. I still didn't look up, just stared at the feet that didn't move. And still, without looking up, I said in the most icy tone ever...
"You... are.... a... fucking.... asshole...."
"I take it where you come from that is what you call thanks for a creature who saved your life." Raziel hissed.
"You didn't save shit. You just earned me a trip to the drycleaners!" I snapped and stood up, still wincing at the wound. Raziel narrowed his eyes.
"I know how to heal the wound, let me see it." he said.
I blinked. "And I'm also sure you know how to react when I say 'Kiss my ass'. Maybe if I die I'll LEAVE this hell."
Raziel didn't say anything but I knew he was annoyed. I walked to the stream that lead to the lake. I must admit that even those this game sucked, it had the best scenery. The beauty was just beyond words. I sat down on the bridge that lead over the stream while Raziel took a path that lead up towards higher ground. Blood was still pumping out of my shoulder and from the looks of it, it showed no sign of stopping. That's when I noticed something.
The haltertop I wore was made of 100 cotton. And wet cotton shrinks when dried. And direct pressure stops bleeding. Finally that boring JROTC class and the washing machine taught me something useful for a change. So, I took off the shirt and dipped it into the water beneath the bridge, just letting the current wrap around the substance and letting it flow. after it was good, soaked, and cold, I rang it out and wrapped it around my shoulder tightly. Trust me, this was NOT easy. When you only have one available arm and the other hurts like shit, tying something around the shit one is one of the hardest tasks next to trying to lick your elbow. After about twenty tries, I managed to wrap it around the shoulder and wound, and tighten it.
For just minor information, I wasn't walking around topless. I might not care about a lot of things, but walking around topless is one thing I wouldn't do. I had a sportsbra on, and I shaved my armpits. I was pretty damn decent for all I cared. And hell, with my hair down, it was pretty much a natural fur coat. That mop on my head's thicker then a wolf and nearly drops to my knees.It wasn't until after I had the shirt on when I was kicking myself in the ass for not wiping off the pieces of that hunter off of me when I had the chance. And leaping in cold water without a shirt on didn't sound very.... comforting, espcieally seeing the sports bra was white. But, after mentally debating myself, I jumped into the water. Yeah, it was freezing. I didn't really complain too much though. After getting your hair ripped out, your eyes punched, landing on your head a million times, falling on your ass and then getting stabbed, I must say that ice cold water does really numb the pain. For a few minutes, I splashed and rubbed the blood and chunks off of me, then crawled out of the water, tightening the shirt again.
I parted my hair and let it fall over my shoulders and chest. Trust me, that was a GOOD thing. You wouldn't want to see a 15 year old chick walk around with a wet sportsbra and hard nipples. It gives a bad impression. After climbing out of there, my pants started to sag and I had to hold them up as I walked up the path Raziel took. This was hard too. Loss of blood, heavy pants, and a chance you might show your thong to the world. I kept walking up the path, playing games with myself in my head about how many different ways I could beat the shit out of Raziel or Eidos for making the path so steep. When I reached the top, the scenery was much prettier, the guards were all dead, and there were a bunch of stairs leading up to a bridge. And guess who was on the bridge, fighting one of the guards.
"Man.... am I going to have to follow him through the whole thing and hear him whine about his fate and shit? Oh well, at least I'm not in Defiance. That game did nothign but piss me off when I played as Raziel." I muttered to myself and began to move up the stairs.
My legs were sore, I felt light headed, my brain was telling me to just lay down on the steps and go to sleep but my feet kept forward. I climbed the first set of stairs, then groaned as I saw the second set. Of course, I began to walk up those, still holding my pants up, and growing more sleepier by the moment. I reached the top of the stairs and saw Raziel up ahead, staring at a bunch of persecuted vampires. I glared at him, then stumbled before I could reach the bridge. Gravity kicked me forward and slammed me down and my face kissed the dirt.