Part 2

Hours later, I felt a bright light sting my eyes, and I started to squint and get my vision re-focused while various figures spoke.

"She's a spy," One figure whispered.
"She's not a bloody spy! She was runnin' away!" Another exclaimed as I listened closely to their hushed conversation.
"Well, she could've been used as bait by the SP's and..."

"Didn't you hear your friend the first time? I fuckin' ran away," I heard myself mutter out angrily, almost to the point where I was either nervous or a thousand percent pissed off.

The two girls glanced over at each other, embarrassed that I heard them, and made their way over towards my side as I slowly sat up from the ground. One girl had blond, almost frizzy hair along with some various colored streaks in each strand that almost matched her heavy make-up. Her outfit looked like she had been in a fight with her ripped stockings and a corset, but I wasn't sure. The other had this wild purple hair that sprouted two pigtails and a mess of some braids, along with the same corset, but in a heavy crimson color with a matching skirt and shoes, and weird jewelry.

"You alright? Anything broken?" The blond asked calmly while the girl with purple hair rolled her eyes after hearing that question.
"Well...my hand is throbbing in pain, and my head feels like shit. Other than that, I'm just brilliant," I answered truthfully with a hint of sarcasm.
"Join the club," the other girl muttered.
"Oi! Give 'er some air, will you? And be nice," The blond yelled.
"If there is such a thing as being 'nice'," The other replied back.

I rubbed my eyes and noticed that the wound on the palm of my hand had dried up from all the bleeding, but still ached and throbbed intensely.

"Don't worry. Bob'll have a look at it when he's done repairing the lights. To make sure it's not as bad as it looks," the blond replied, lightly touching my hand.

I jerked away slightly and struggled to stand up without falling on my face again. She grabbed my shoulders and told me to take it easy, without having another spill. I slowly sat back down in the dirt and sighed, not knowing what to say or do without causing any problems.

"How is she?" Someone asked, walking over to them as I continued to rub my eyes.
"See for yourself, Gaz," the girl with purple hair answered, crossing her shoulders and glaring at me. It didn't sound good.
I heard him walk over and suddenly felt his gaze as he knelt down in front of me.
"You okay?" He asked calmly.
"You're the second person who's asked me that already," I muttered, locking eyes with his worried gaze. That's when I saw him...in his black leather jacket, a grayish shirt and jeans, and the same jet-black hair. It had to be him! We both raised our eyes nervously.

"Al...Ally?" He asked nervously, while both girls stood behind him in shock.
My lips started to tremble as well as my voice when I answered, "Hey, Gordon."
"Why's she callin' you Gordon? What kind of name is that!" The purple haired girl asked almost angrily.
"Babe, its okay," Gordon answered, moving over towards my side, "she's my sister."
"Your what!"
"His sister!" The blond replied, "You know...the opposite of a brother is..."
"I know what it means, Meat! I'm not stupid!"

Gordon and I both stared at each other in amazement for a while, making it seem like an eternity. I suddenly turned away and lowered my head while both girls started to argue.

"What's wrong?" Gordon asked.
I suddenly started to sob in front of him and those girls, and couldn't stop. He gently wrapped an arm around me as I continued. A ton of nervous emotions were rushing through my mind, but I just couldn't believe that he was here, almost untouched, and in front of my eyes. It was just too surreal for me...

(To be continued…)