Korrasami 88: *sigh*
MrScourch: I think it's both.
The Batista: I know. It was a joke.
I am a burglar: Looks like you have something in common with Blackjacket.
Al Drin Hoshizora: The last thing anyone wants to do is panic.
Antha1: Yellowjacket didn't join them that time. That's my theory and I'm sticking with it.
Js: Yes, I did hear about that movie. Coincidence much?
After hockey hadn't turned over well with the Others, Yellowjacket had left and confined herself in her room to have some quiet and be by herself. In these moments of silence, she could let her mind flow, and recollect her thoughts.
And one thought in particular was numbing her mind.
(In Yellowjacket's Mind)
Brick stood at the console, pouting. His arms were folded across his chest, and his face was more sour than usual. His head wasn't flaming, but it was apparent that a certain vexation was beginning to boil to the surface.
Star was the first to notice. "Hey, what's with you?" She asked when she saw the red emotion's face. The other emotions stared at Brick, waiting for a response.
Brick slowly turned to stare each one of them in the face.
"I think Jill and Bill are keeping something from us."
Star raised an eyebrow. "What?" She asked. "Bill isn't even here. What could Jill be keeping from us. And why would she even do that?"
Brick unfolded his arms. "Don't you get it?" He asked. "Mary told us that the reason she and her friends were so smart was because they could remembered things from their past. They found things that let their minds heal."
"So?" Pixie asked. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"And just now," Brick noted. "Their former pals. They said after they were bitten, they remembered each other and why they were here. That made them get smart. And remember Margaret. She didn't go feral since her mother was there when she woke up."
"What are you getting at?" Nerve questioned, squinting his eyes.
Brick grabbed Nerve by the collar and yanked him close. "If Jill and Bill are really from our past," He pointed out. "Then they could've helped us remember who we were before we went feral and did all of that. . . nasty stuff."
The other emotions went silent for a moment. Eventually, Teardrop said, "I'm sure they must've had a good reason for vanishing."
The emotions turned to stare at the blue emotion, who shrugged.
Brick narrowed his eyes. "The next time we see Jill, we're giving her a piece of our mind," He said. "For people who claim they want us to remember who they are, they're not telling us exactly what happened."
Before the emotions could say anything else, they heard the sound of the door opening.
"Rats," Star said. "Everyone, get in place. Someone's coming."
Yellowjacket turned to the door as Pale Girl walked in. Her blood sister had a deranged grin on her face as she walked into the room, circling Yellowjacket.
"Wow," Yellowjacket said when she noticed Pale Girl's new clothes. "You look. . . different."
"Heeeeeyyyy," Pale Girl growled, waving to Yellowjacket. The blonde-haired zombie blinked a bit; this was the closest Pale Girl had gotten to speaking. She wondered if maybe, Pale Girl was on the road to recovery as well.
"So, what are you doing?" Yellowjacket asked her, hoping to have a normal conversation with her blood sister for once.
Pale Girl shrugged. She shifted her eyes, and then clasped her hands together in a heart-like shape.
"Friends?" Yellowjacket asked, and she gave a nervous smile. Hopefully, she could pull Pale Girl out of her blood-thirst.
Pale Girl nodded, and ushered Yellowjacket to the window. Down on the streets, the two watched the dozens of zombies on the streets. Yellowjacket couldn't help but notice that they looked less. . . dead now.
Pale Girl's face went blank, however, and she turned her head to the west. She frowned, and pulled Yellowjacket from the window.
"What?" Yellowjacket asked, confused.
"Booooosss," Pale Girl hissed out, her eyebrows furrowed. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses from behind her, and put them onto her nose. She then folded her arms behind her back, and walked in a marching movement, in a mocking mimicry of the Boss.
"Booooosss," She repeated. She said this several more times, before Yellowjacket finally, said, "What are you getting at?"
Pale Girl stopped, and removed her sunglasses. Then, she smashed the sunglasses in her hands.
Yellowjacket understood. With a cautious glance, she said, "Look, with all due respect, I think we should put that to the sidelines."
Pale Girl's smile faded and was replaced with an angry glare. She dropped the shattered sunglasses on the ground, and crushed it under her foot. "Nooooow," She hissed at Yellowjacket.
"Pale Girl, we need to focus on more important matters," Yellowjacket pointed out. "Like curing the city. We're succeeding. We could be normal again."
Pale Girl stared at Yellowjacket, scratching her neck. Then, she spat on the floor at Yellowjacket's feet, and quickly started shambling to the door. Yellowjacket could hear her growling something.
"Wait!" She shouted, stretching her hand out. "Come back!"
Pale Girl didn't respond. She just exited the room, slamming the door behind her.
On the streets, Sawbones and his cronies shuffled through the crowd of zombies. As he passed them, he couldn't help but notice how weird they were all acting. They almost seemed like Freaks to him.
He wondered where Ghoul and Noose were. Hopefully, they were still normal. But they weren't his main concern now. Right now, he wanted to know for sure that Yellowjacket was here, and if she was behind the behavior of the Others.
On the sidewalk near a building, Sawbones saw four college-aged Others. It was Mary, George, Shelly, and Rob.
Approaching them, Sawbones growled, "Yellowjacket? Where?"
He noticed the creeped out expressions on the four's face, but after a moment's hesitation, George turned and pointed up at a window in the building they were standing near. Sawbones stared up at the window, then walked over to the door. His three cronies were about to follow, but Sawbones motioned for them to stay. The three stepped backwards, and then sat down.
Sawbones stared at them, then entered the room. As he did, he noticed Pale Girl storm down the stairs. She glanced at him, and it was clear that she remembered him. However, neither acknowledged the other.
Sawbones watched her exit the room, and then stormed up the stairs.
He was going to find Yellowjacket, and then he was going to find out what was going on once and for all.
Yellowjacket took a deep breath after her argument with Pale Girl, and stared pacing around the room to collect her thoughts. However, she snapped out of it when she heard heavy footsteps coming in the direction of her room.
For a moment she wondered if Pale Girl was coming back, but the footsteps were not hers. She stopped, and watched as the doorknob twisted, before flying open.
Yellowjacket jumped at the violence of the door being shoved open. She flinched, shutting her eyes, wondering who was at the door. When she opened her eyes, she gasped.
Standing at the door was the unmistakable figure of Sawbones.
Yellowjacket froze, her blood going cold. Her pupils shrunk in pure fear.
Sawbones stared down at Yellowjacket, and slowly stomped into the room, approaching her slowly. Every step he took, Yellowjacket's fear increased.
"S-S-Sawbones," She said, her teeth chattering as the old Other approached her, the knifes clenched tight in his hands. "I-I-I didn't think you'd come."
Sawbones stopped walking just as he was within arms length of Yellowjacket. He stared her down, a gruff expression on his face. He cocked his head to the left, looking down at the girl.
Yellowjacket took a deep breath, and straightened. She reminded herself that this was Sawbones, one of her three companions, just like Ghoul and Noose. But, for some reason, she didn't feel the same emotions when she was with the other two.
Sawbones' eyebrow raised in curiosity as he stared at Yellowjacket.
She looked different, Sawbones noted. Her hair was more golden, and not chalk white. Her skin was no longer clammy and sickly. Her eyes were more life-like, and her claws and fangs were less prominent.
Something had changed in Yellowjacket. She looked less like an Other, and more like a Freak.
Yellowjacket nearly shrank down when Sawbones leaned in, towering over her. He smelled her hair, and Yellowjacket could feel his breath on her face.
Sawbones straightened up, and Yellowjacket was surprised to see a look of shock on his face.
Slowly, Sawbones backed away from her, shaking his head as if in denial. Yellowjacket mustered up the courage to slowly approach him, her arms stretched out.
"Sawbones," She said. "Please, understand-"
She was cut off when Sawbones swung his knife at her, causing her to jump back. She heard the sound of Sawbones growling, and removed her hands from her eyes just in time to see him rush out of the room and down the hallway.
Just as quickly as he had shown up, he was gone.
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