- Twelve: Encounter -
(Halo (c) Microsoft Studios, Bungie & related creators; Red vs. Blue (c) the Rooster Teeth team. Text (c) L.Q. Coverdale. Content includes mentions of death, violence and some inappropriate language. Church/Tex is present in this chapter.)
He didn't know whether it was the sun, wishful thinking, or a hallucination caused by eating something bad in the fridge.
She stood across from him, washing the dirtied fabric in the running water. The river was wide, rushing, roaring, sparkling like her blue eyes. He dropped the net he had been carrying, his orders to "find something decent for lunch" forgot for the moment. Grif couldn't take his eyes off of her ...
She moved her head, allowing Grif a better look. His heart sank like a rock - those blue eyes were, instead, green, only made blue by bad lighting and sore memories. Her hair was too shockingly red to be Sister's lighter ginger, and her face looked too square as well. She didn't even have Sister's trademark braided pigtails - her hair was roughly chopped, military-style almost.
"Hey! The hell you lookin' at?"
Grif snapped out of his reverie at a man's annoyed voice. He was the one with blue eyes there, hair jet black, a five o' clock shadow to boot. He hovered protectively over the redhead, who was also glaring suspiciously. "You have some business with me and my girlfriend?"
"N-no!" said Grif, holding up his hands in surrender. "She just reminded me of something! Jeez, what the hell's your problem!"
"Lay off, a^%(#$*!" the black-haired man barked. "You're the one who couldn't keep his eyes straight ahead!" Gingerly, he bent down and helped his so-called "girlfriend" up. (Doesn't even look like my type, Grif thought irritably.) "C'mon Tex, let's go farther downstream."
The woman didn't argue. Instead, she kept glaring venomously at Grif, and did not break her stare as she gathered up her laundry. The only time she swung her head back around was when she and her boyfriend were as far from Grif as possible. Grif wrinkled his nose, grumbling something obscene as he picked back up his fishing net.
The people around here, I swear ...
