Hello! Okay, I am so excited now. Before, I was traveling blindly in this story, but I finally found a way to tie it all together! So this will be the start of probably a much better story than I would have even ever thought of. It might get a little darker and actiony. Oh, and the spell check isn't working right now, so don't blame me for any spell errors, because I literally look at the keyboard the whole time I type this. Okay, and I actually got some reviews! I thought I would never get any! And of course I always promised to answer questions, so let's answer these.
CodenameReaper: I'm actually really glad you asked this. I would've probably slipped this in somewhere along the line, but I might as well say it now. You see, Joeth is kind of telepathic, in the way he can send Violet silent messages. And about the whole zombie thing, I kind of grew up knowing(I've been obsessed with zombies all my life)that if you caught the infection, you would die and then re-animate yourself, becoming a zombie. So I pretty much learned that infected are technically zombies. But I'll definitely make sure to keep that in mind.
ZaynaT: Actually, I was wondering when someone would tell me that. I actually skipped about a few weeks from when they first met to when Violet got kidnapped again. I'm thinking of making kind of a bonus chapter right before the final chapter, so you'll learn that it was kind of a length of time. Oh, and trust me, you're probably a better writer than me.
Okay, I think that's about it, so, R&R and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead, but I do own my OCs.
Ethan pounces and I dig my nails and feet into the sides of the building. I time it perfectly, and pounce just in time to meet him head on. We crash to the ground, fighting. After a moment, I get the better of him, and build up the strength to lift him into the air and throw him at the hunter horde, knocking several back. The ones from the side get smart and pounce at me. I take them on, and when I get the chance, I slit their throats. Throwing back dead carcasses, I get ready for more that are running at me. Soon, I'm surrounded by them. Black hoods everywhere I look. I slit throats here and there, and throw punches and kicks when they get too close.
And the survivors just stand there. Watching me do all the work. Yet their guns and knives hang there by their sides.
And they think they have it tough, trying to survive a zombie invasion? Imagine me, a normal kid, mauled by a hunter and thrown into the zombie world without any direction or anything. Then shot just above the head with a steel-tipped arrow to become a half-blood, and stuck with a 15 year old half-blood girl for who knows how long, shot at least 6 times, and have my heart broken?
THEY SERIOUSLY THINK THEY HAVE IT TOUGH?
Tough my ASS!
I decide to take out my anger on the zombies, and start slitting throats faster, dropping even more bodies onto the ground. I start swinging erratically, not watching where I hit. That, unfortunately, gives a hunter the chance to dig his teeth into my left shoulder, the exact place where I was bitten the first time. Pain sears through my body, and I give a light cry. The hunters come in closer, and I mange to shake off the one on my shoulder, and start killing off the closer ones to me. Unfortunately, more begin to follow the first one, and start biting me everywhere. My leg, my arm, my hand, my elbow, all bitten. I squint my eyes and push on through. The numbers start running low, and finally, the rest of the hunters run away. I see Ethan-I didn't kill him?- hiss at me, but retreat like the rest. I hiss back, and drop to all fours. I pant there for a moment, then try to stand again. I sense the survivors watching me, holding their breath. I'm almost halfway up when my legs give way, and I fall down, unconscious.
(Violet's POV)
"Joeth!" I yell, running over to him. I kneel down and put his head onto my lap. Ripping off his hood, I start to cry with how peaceful he looks.
Like a dead person.
"Joeth, please! Wake up!" I yell at him, hoping to see his eyes open. I hear a cry, and look to see another hunter climb down. It stands up, and I recognize the red eyes and mouth.
Madle tears her hood off, and comes running over, sliding into a kneel next to Joeth's still body.
"What happened?" she asks me, eyes serious. But as she looks at me crying, she understands. Looking down at him, she hovers her hand over the many bite marks and blood stains. Mumbling to herself, she seems to be devising a plan of some sorts.
"What?" I ask her.
She looks back up at me. "He's been bitten many times. He's still alive, but he's unconscious. If or when he dies, he'll become a full hunter." she says, then goes back to thinking.
I look desperately at the survivors. "Help me! Joeth is dying!" I scream at them hoarsely. Hale steps forward slightly, opening his mouth to say something, but Rex puts a hand on his shoulder. Hale glances over at him, but Rex just shakes his head. He glances back over at me sadly. Madle sees this too, and explodes.
"SO! JUST BECAUSE THIS POOR BOY WAS HALF ZOMBIE, YOU'RE GOING TO LET HIM DIE? HOW DARE YOU! YOU INCOMPETENT SURVIVING MEAT SACKS! I'VE BEEN SAVING YOUR KIND'S ASSES FOR MONTHS NOW, AND I HAVEN'T EATEN HUMAN MEAT SINCE THE FIRST WEEK I GOT TURNED. I'VE GONE THROUGH AND HAD TO DEAL WITH DECOMPOSITION AND MAGGOTS INVADING MY ROTTING FLESH, YET YOU-YES YOU!-HAVE DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING EXCEPT SHOOT AT US. HE'S HAD THE SAME PROBLEMS. AND NOW HE HAS JUST SAVED YOUR NAPPY ASSES AND IS DYING, BUT NOOOOO. YOU REFUSE TO HELP HIM. SO REALLY, YOUR SERIOUSLY GOING TO LET THIS HALF HUMAN BOY DIE BEFORE YOUR EYES JUST BECAUSE EVERY OTHER ONE OF HIS KIND HAS SNACKED ON YOUR KIND? HOW SELFISH. I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS A HUMAN. YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, I WAS A HUMAN BEFORE. AND WHEN I WAS, I WAS ALMOST AS SELFISH AS YOU ARE RIGHT NOW. BUT, I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A DEAL HERE, SO LISTEN UP! SO, EITHER HELP OUT THIS POOR, MISDIRECTED BOY, OR LIVE WITH THE FACT THAT YOU JUST WATCHED A REAL-LIFE HERO DIE THIS NIGHT. AND KNOW THAT THAT REASON WAS YOU. ALL YOU. AND WHEN YOU WALK BACK INTO THE DARKNESS, REMEMBER THAT THERE'S NOTHING THERE." she yells at them, walking towards them and getting up in their faces. She glares at them for a moment, then turns on heel and walks back over to me.
The survivors look dumbfounded from that 5 foot nothing 15-year old half-human. They glance at each other, scared, then look back at us.
Hale swallows loudly. "We're in."
"Good" Madle grunts. "Mel! We're gonna need your help!" she yells backwards, into the alley behind us.
I hear a sniff, and a witch's head pops out from the alley. Everybody screams, and the witch does too. She whips her head back into the alley. Hale looks at Madle.
"Are you crazy? That's a witch! It'll kill us all!" he tells her.
She glares at him. "First of all, she's a fourth blood, and maybe I should let her eat you, considering the dick you are."
He looks at her, surprised.
"Hey, well, we don't need lip from a short little girl." Rex says. Madle raises her eyebrows, and I gasp slightly.
"Excuse me, but I couldn't hear you there. What'd you just call me?" she says calmly, but has a tone as if daring him to say something.
"I said, we don't need lip from a short, little girl." he hisses back, and I'm surprised to see Madle's eyes literally burst into flames.
"THAT'S IT. COME'RE YA LITTLE BITCH!" she screams, throwing on her hood and pouncing onto Rex. He falls to the ground, and Madle starts slashing him and throwing punches with all the might in her little body.
(Madle's POV)
I want him dead. Now. I slash and punch him until someone tugs me up by the hood. Arms wrap around me as I hang in the air. Struggling, I hear a familiar voice speaking calmly to me.
"Shh little one. There is no need to fight this innocent human. Calm Madle, calm." it says.
I stop struggling and prop my chin up on my hand and roll my eyes, letting Mel actually feel like she's helping me.
I still want him dead.
"Madle, good, calm down Madle. Your all right."
"Done yet?" I say loudly with my mind, so that everyone can hear.
"Are you cam?" Mel asks.
I sigh silently, then hide the sarcasm in my voice. "Yes Mel, I am as calm as a jackrabbit."
"Good." Mel says, promptly dropping me on the ground. I land hard on my butt, and Mel pets me like a dog.
Growling, I crawl back over to Violet and Joeth. I sit and pull my hood off.
"Guys, this is Mel, Mel, these are the survivors." I say boredly, gesturing to Mel.
"Hello." Mel says cheerfully, extending a hand to the survivors. They stare at it in terror, and Mel sniffs.
"Madle, I don't think they...like me..." Mel drops to the ground, crying loudly. I freak out and run over to her, grabbing her hand lightly.
"No, no, Mel. They like you, they're your friends..." I look at them and mouth 'Just go along with it.'
Mel looks up expectantly, and they all nod slowly, afraid. Mel stands up, smiling. "Cool! I knew it!"
Mel turns her back and walks over to Joeth and Violet. I turn to the survivors and tell them, "Look, she's really bipolar, so I really need your guys' help with her." They nod again, and I clap my hands together and walk over to Mel.
"So, can we help Joeth?" I ask her hopefully, and Violet nods her head in agreement.
Mel sighs gravely and my heart sinks. "We have only a little time left before he changes." she says.
She holds out her hand. "Give me yours and one of the survivors hands." I look at her owl-eyed, and she grins. "I only need some blood, not your whole hand."
"Ohh... Okay, good." I say, then yell to the survivors. "ALL OF YOU, COME HERE." They walk over, and I roll up the sleeve of my jacket slightly.
"I need a boy's hand." Mel says.
"I'll do it." the boy with the hat says, and does the same as I do.
Strange, his hands look a whole freaking lot like Joeth's...
I snap back into the real world, and give my hand to Mel. She also takes the boy's hand, and gives them both a thin cut on the wrist with her claw. She takes Joeth's wrist and does the same, but right before she does, she holds onto his wrist for a moment, then lets go.
"Good. He still has a pulse." she says, then sets his wrist on her lap, and grabs ours. "Oh, and to the boy," she says, nodding her head backwards towards the boy next to me. "this is gonna hurt like hell."
"What?" is all the time the boy has left to say before she connect our wrists to Joeth's.
An electric shock jolts through me as soon as my wrist makes contact. I can tell from the way the boy next to me is gritting, and the tears coming down his face, that he's having it a lot harder than me. The connection only lasts a minute or two, until Mel breaks it. Both me and the boy stumble backwards, until we finally collapse and pass out on the alley floor.