Author's Note
Hi! I'm so sorry for the long wait! I had school and other stories to work on. I'm trying to update every weekend at least, but it hasn't been working out too good... Anyway, I think that everybody has had a long enough wait, so let's get on with it! BTW, I really need reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead, but I do own my OCs.
I'm groggy at first, and can't remember anything, but the events come back to me. Groaning, I rub my head and sit up. I can't tell exactly where we are, but it looks like an apartment. I'm sitting on a bed, and I can hear voices from downstairs. I recognize Madle's, Mel's, and that boy's. There's another voice that sounds really familiar, but I can't place it. Something itches in the back of my mind, but I take it as another maggot gnawing at my brain. I slap the back of my head, hoping to kill the damn thing, then crawl out of bed. Standing up, I quickly grab onto the wall for support. My legs feel like jelly. I can just barely feel the wall, and I feel worse than when I didn't eat meat for a month.
This worries me, as this is usually how I feel right after I eat human flesh.
Well, right before I feel strong enough to lift a tank.
I locate and throw open the bathroom door. Looking in the mirror, I check my teeth. Sighing, I see there's nothing in them that I can see, but something catches my eye in the back of my mouth, and I pick it out. Holding it up to the light, I quickly drop it with a slight scream. I'd know that texture anywhere.
Intestine.
Only then do I see the fresh blood all over my hands and jacket. I scream hoarsely, falling back and crawling over to the tub. I hear footsteps up the stairs, and Madle's voice calling me and pounding on the door to the bathroom.
"Joeth? That you?" she asks loudly, still slamming on the door.
I hesitate, then answer before she breaks the door down. "Yeah, it's me."
I hear a relieved sigh on the other side. "I'm coming in."
Quickly, I try to wipe some of the blood of my hands, but my jacket just makes them even bloodier, and it just stains my face. Madle opens the door, and takes a step in as her eyes widen at me.
"Don't let them in." I hiss, pointing at the door, which she closes quickly.
"You went crazy again, didn't you?" she says, pointing to the blood all over me.
"Uh huh!" I say, my voice overly high-pitched. I feel like crying.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa." she tells me, waving her hands in front of her as my eyes brim with tears. "I'm havin none of that!"
"Madle! I just killed a person!" I say, the tears coming down now.
"Ah!" she says, recoiling at the sight of me crying. I guess I've been kind of the tough brother around her, -being two years older than her-, and she's only seen me cry once before. Suddenly she walks over to me, and takes a nail-full of blood from my face, and puts it in her mouth, tasting it.
"Male. Around 30's. About an hour ago." she says, looking up at the ceiling. She's always been good with blood, kinda like a vampire.
A half dead vampire.
"Oh that makes it better." I say sarcastically.
She shrugs. "Not meant to be."
I stare at her, searching for an answer. She puts her arms up in self defense.
"I don't have no answers, yo!" she tells me.
I sigh, standing up. I can feel the energy surge coming on, and my legs aren't wobbling anymore. I turn to Madle, and she presses a hand to the door. Her eyes glow yellow for a moment-this part always creeps me out the most-and she then takes her hand off the door. She turns back to me, her normal green eyes bright.
"They went back downstairs." she tells me, and I nod.
"Let's go join them." she tells me, and I nod again, then follow her out of the bathroom. Right as we hit the bedroom door, a huge earthquake shakes the building, and screams come from downstairs. Madle whips her head towards me, then pulls on her hood. She then clings to the wall and climbs down like a spider.
I reach for my hood, but a hand on my shoulder alerts me to someone behind me. I turn towards the prsence, and I see the boy with the hat. There's a smirk on his face, just visible beyond the shadow of his hat.
A very, oh-so very familiar smirk...
(Violet's POV)
It got bad fast. there we were, sitting at the table talking, when a tank broke through freaking the wall. And-of course-there was Ethan and his little group of surviving hunters.
That's when Rex said, "You just don't know when to give up, do you?"
And Ethan said, "Nope."
And that's when the tank roared, and well, that's pretty much where we are right now.
Madle jumps down from the wall, but Ethan clicks his fingers, and a tall hunter comes from behind Madle, grabbing and holdingher in a choke hold. The hunter's tall form causes poor Madle's feet to dangle inches from the ground.
But when I turn back to look at Ethan, he's right in front of me.
"Hello again, Violet dear." he says, towering over me, and rubbing his hands together. "It's been a while now hasn't it?" he asks.
"And where is that puny little half-blood, oh what's his name? Joeth?" he says, hitting a sore spot. He fakes a sigh. "Poor girl, the boy probably doesn't care about you anymore."
"Y-Yes he does." I stammer, standing straight up.
He merely chuckles. "Really? And where is your lover boy?" he says, towering over me even more.
"Tsk, Tsk, Ethan. You should know better than to underestimate poor little Joeth Tabelo." a terrible fake British accent makes all our heads around to see Joeth hanging with his hood off. He's hanging upside down on the wall right above the stairs, but all we can see his head.
"Yes brother, why does he doubt you?" The boy with the hat is hanging right next to him, except, well, his hat isn't on. And now that we see his face, he's an exact twin of Joeth.
Same shaggy blond hair, same pale skin, same deep brown eyes. It's hard to tell the difference between them, but Joeth looks a bit more skinnier.
"Quite so, Zak, but what do we do about it?" Joeth says.
"Well, I don't think he's ever gotten his ass kicked by the Tabelo brothers, has he?" Zak says in the same terrible accent.
"No, I don't think he has." Joeth says.
"Well, then, I think it's quite time that have it." Zak says.
"Yes." Joeth says, and they both turn their heads towards Ethan.
"Get that motherfucka'!" Zak says, breaking the accent and pointing at Ethan. At that moment, Madle touches the ground, and leans forward so the hunter holding her rolls off her back. It lands with a thunk on the floor, and Madle slits its throat with her elongated claws. Then, turning on the tank, Joeth pulls his hood on, and him and Zak drop down to the floor. But I can tell Ethan's got other plans for me. He yells out a growl to the tank, and throws me into the air. At last second, the tank catches me in a massive hand, then proceeds to roar in my face. It then turns around, and runs...with me in its clutches.
Sorry about that long wait! Hopefully the next one will come out sooner! Don't give up on me!