Blood Gulch Blues
Track Nine "Sparkling Diamonds by Nicole Kidman (Moulin Rouge)"
"He's singing that stupid Numa thing...song. Whatever it's called." Church announced when he entered the kitchen.
"Dragostea din tei?" I suggested, munching down on my candy bar. He gave me an odd look.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" He sat down next to Tex and watched her closely. Ugh, those two made me sick. They think they aren't in love...but it's so freaking obvious. Gag me with a spoon.
"Soo...ummm...I'm gunna go play a game." I stated, standing up and stepping out of the room. Finally, Freedom. Church says I'm just jealous I don't have someone of my own. What's good about it when you can't even admit it! It's ridiculous…really it is. Turning on my mini TV, I lied on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Just like I always do. This life is very, very, very boring. I finished my snack and threw the wrapper on the floor with the other trash. Very boring indeed. I flipped through the channels, and upon finding nothing, turned the TV off. So, there I was, staring at the ceiling. Doing nothing. Like always.
That's when I heard it. It was faint, but I still heard it. My childhood Doctor did say I had good hearing. Finding it better then sitting around staring at a ceiling, I decided to investigate.
The stars rose out on the horizon as I came on top our base. It was a beautiful night, even I must say. But what struck me as odd was that Tex was up there. She seemed to be...dancing and singing!
Sure enough, just below the twilight on the roof of our base was Tex, dancing and singing to the song that played on the stereo she had brought up. She wore a black dress and heels, even make-up! What was she, DRUNK!
Err, never mind. On the table that the stereo sat on was a tall glass bottle; the label easily read Champagne Cristale. One of the most expensive bottles I've ever seen.
"A Kiss on the hand may be continental, but diamonds are a girl's best friend!" She seemed quite into the song. It surprised me, amused me, and confused me. Then again she always did that to me. Is it just me or is she out to get me?
"Men grow cold as girls grow old...and we all loose our charms in the end..." Ok, even if she was drunk this was a little weird. I stepped forward and waved slightly. She stopped and stared for a few seconds, then blew a kiss.
"...But diamonds are a girl's best friend!" This...was way too weird. I need to get outta here. Before she does anything to hurt me. Her song ended shortly after as I made my way back to the exit, but she reached me first.
"Tucker! So happy to...to see you...hic" She stumbled on her words slightly, but seemed very happy nonetheless. She led me down the stairs, her Champagne bottle in her other hand.
"I have an hic Idea! Come on! It will be fun!" She yanked on my arm as she led the way. This isn't gunna be good...
Track Ten "Blow Me Away by Breaking Benjamin"
The hall was dark and cold, water dripping down the side as I stood silently. The only light that shone was that of a door in the distance. I stepped forward, my footstep echoing loudly down the stone passageway. It raised my gun and cocked it back slowly as I advanced, the light getting larger. I shifted my sunglasses and reached the door. It was now or never.
'Fire your guns, It's time to run...blow me away.' The words suddenly running across my mind.
Kicking open the door, I brought my gun level with the shocked man that stood before me. His eyes moved slowly from my face to the barrel of the gun. He grinned nervously and opened his mouth to speak. I tilted my head and pulled the trigger. He crumpled to the floor in pain and moaned.
'Only the strongest will survive, Lead me to heaven when we die...' The song continued, echoing in my head.
I shrugged and stepped over his body, continuing to my destination. Nothing is to stop me. As I slipped down the corridor, the screaming of my latest victim echoes loudly down the hall...signaling any back-up that could aid him. I dashed down the corridor, dodging bullets and filling my enemies with lead. I felt the sweat drop down my face as I took down one man after another.
'There's nothing left, so save your breath…lying in wait.' I couldn't seem to clear my thoughts, the melody haunting me as I fought.
And there it was. I saw it down the hall, the door I needed. I felt a bullet graze my left arm as I grabbed for the doorknob, swinging the door open and diving in. I sent a few more shots through the door as I slammed it shut. I grinned to myself as I heard a sickening crunch as one man hit the metal door.
"Mr. Washington..." A voice droned behind me. I clenched my teeth and gripped my gun tighter.
"Agent Smith..." I replied casually, turning to face my foe. He sat straight in the chair across the room, the fluorescent lights glaring off his sunglasses. He smirked at me and stood up, taking slow steps towards me.
"It has been a while..." He continued as I circled around him, keeping my distance in case he decided to launch an attack. We continued to take careful steps around the room, our eyes locked even though we both wore shades.
"Been a while, indeed. Now, if you don't mind..." He stopped in front of the only other piece of furniture in the room...a desk, "You're standing right in my way."
"Oh? I am? That's too bad..." He feigned a frown, taking a step towards him. I raised my gun and took aim.
He was too quick...He pulled a pistol from his jacket and shot as I pulled the trigger. I watched as the bullet soared towards me...
'Only the strongest will survive, lead me to heaven when we die. I am the shadow on the wall, I'll be the one to save us all...'
"Hey. Washington...person. Wake up." Came a distant voice. I suddenly felt someone shaking me as my eyes snapped open.
Damn...it was only a dream.
Track Eleven "I'm Blue by Eiffel 65"
I wondered if I should be more frightened at the drunken Tex that stood before me, or the Karaoke party she set up in the Red's living room. She stood there grinning foolishly at everyone that surrounded her and hiccupped occasionally. Well, I guess it was a plus that she was actually having a good time...not threatening to kill anyone...or something like that. You know, I kind of like her better when she's drunk. I should spike her drinks from now on...
She moved to the radio and flipped the switch. The music automatically blared through the speakers, a tune that was familiar to me as a kid...
Amazingly, the party was starting great. Everyone joined in, even the grumpy and sleepy Washington. He did seem a bit annoyed, though, that Grif was the one in charge of waking him up. Soon the song changed to one of Tucker's favorites. It drives everyone else crazy. I groaned as I saw the familiar smirk form across his features. He jumped at the opportunity, grabbing the mike and suddenly singing along with the words.
And surprisingly...he sang well.
"Yo listen up here's a story, about a little guy that lives in a blue world." He belted out, everyone moaning at his obnoxious singing. I could see Tex in the corner bouncing to the music, and Paige shoving a pillow over her ears as she stood with her sister. I grinned, coming up with a great plan.
"...and everything is blue for him and his self, and everybody around..." He continued as I snuck off. I snuck around the room to where he was keeping his stuff, and started searching. Simmons and Washington looked on curiously as I grabbed something and went back to my seat.
"...blue are the people here that walk around, blue like my corvette, it's standing outside..." The song went on...as did his singing. I looked down at my prize, a picture. Oh no, not just any picture. THE picture. The Picture of all pictures. Tucker prized this one over all, even over the one of Naomi Watts, an actress he really liked from the distant past. This...is my secret weapon.
"...I have a girlfriend and she is so blue..." The line finally came. I flipped the photograph over and held it over my head. His reaction was immediate. I smirked as he stopped singing at once, his face slower turning red. Then, without warning, he dove at me...tackling me out of my chair as he clawed my arm trying to reach the picture. He snatched it out of my fingers and crawled back, his eyes wide and his teeth clenched. I gasped for air and sat up.
"Jesus Tucker. What the hell!" I managed to choke out. He sat in his corner, gripping onto the picture as if it was his only lifeline. I rolled my eyes at him and stood up. Holy Cockbites, all that drama for a goddamn picture...he must really like that Amanda girl...