I randomly felt like writing that follow-up to top bull that I promised everyone, it didn't turn out the way I wanted it too but I still like it. I'm not really sure it fits as a second chapter though, it doesn't really seem to fit the vibe the other one was giving so I might leave top bull as a one shot and make this one into a new series. Anyways, tell me what you think (A,K,A. review people).

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"Hey…Hey you, wait up."

That idiot was running behind her, what the hell. Hadn't he realized by now that she wasn't going to answer? Who cares if they call hey a bitch? She wasn't about to be nice to them for no reason. She wasn't kind and she wasn't about to hang out with these immature boys who were so sex deprived they'd probably fuck the next thing that moved.

"You're so rude, you could at least talk to me?" she spun around to look him in the eye.

"You want to talk about what's rude? I'll tell you what's fucking rude. Following people around, harassing them, never leaving them alone when they obviously don't want to fucking talk.

"I know your type Havoc, this desert is full of chumps like you. Skirt chasers who were the big man on campus back at the academy. Guys who always had the happy, cheery life, never went hungry, never had to fend for themselves. Everyone around you just thought you were mister perfect didn't they. Well out here you're just like the rest off us, starving and covered in dust."

That felt so good. She was panting from the effort of yelling, but he looked sufficiently chastened. The one thing she couldn't stand was recruits green from their academy days. Ha-ha, that was almost laughable, she supposed she looked the same; she only had one battle under her belt so far. Those few hours in the watchtower seemed to have aged her a hundred years.

The twelve-year-old Elizabeth who laughed at her father's goofy ex-student and dreamed of becoming a ballerina had fallen away.

Elizabeth was dead. She had turned into this hardened shell of a human being who shot children between the eyes and kicked away potential friends before they could tear up her heart when they died. She suddenly felt guilty, she had bitched to havoc simply to make herself feel better. Its not like it's his fault that they're both stuck in this hellhole.

She quickly turned and looked for where he had escaped to after her little um… outburst. Damn, how'd he get like 300 meters away so quickly? She broke into a sprint in an attempt to catch him, how ironic; they were in the exact opposite situations a few minutes ago.

"Hey…Hey Havoc"

He spun around, with a questioning look on his face.

"What, you come back to yell at me some more?" Ouch, that hurt, not that she could really blame him.

"No just offering some advice." She beamed out at him. "You're a good shot Havoc, but you could be better. Drop your elbow when you aim, and try not to squint, your eyes work better as a pair."

"Why?" he asked, obviously referring to her suddenly treating him like a human being.

She smiled shyly to herself and raised her head to look into his eyes.

"Even a soldier needs a friend."