Hello thar, err'one. God, I hang that new SLANG! Everyone who lives near me is always using "Err'one" instead of "everyone" when they talk on Myspace and its killing me! IDK why, but that slang gets on my nerves...Just like "prolly" instead of "probably"...I'm like, "GOD, I KNOW WE LIVE IN WEST VIRGINIA, BUT PLEASE USE PROPER LANGUAGE!" :L
Speaking of West Virginia...I'm thinking of going to Tsubasacon '10 as a female Hunter...Just wanted to share that with you guys. It's in Hunnington if anyone is going...
Random: I know that they're just computer controlled bots, but have you ever noticed that Nick-bot or Ellis-bot always has a tendency to stay beside each other at all times? I was playing as Ellis and accidently shot a witch during a tank fight on Hard Rain and Nick followed me (I ran as far away as I could) and revived me during a tank fight...You'd think he'd stay behind and fight the tank like all other bots would do, but nooooooooo...he saved my ass.
Y'know the saying..."NICK! He saves bitches!" ROFLMAO! xD
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The bright, cheery sigh hungover the part of the Carnival that hosted all of the children's rides.
"Hoooooooo-lee shit...KIDDIE-LAND! I wanna ride one, just one! C'mon guys, please?" Ellis begged.
Coach and Rochelle sent strange looks towards each other. "Sometimes it feels like we're baby-sitting, doesn't it?"
Rochelle smiled back towards him, defending Ellis. "Well, he is making th best of a bad situation...Oh, what the hell. WOO! Kiddie-Land!" Rochelle cheered, pumping her fist in the air. Sh half-expected Nick to comment on Ellis' childishness, but neard not a single word escape the conman's lips. She sighed, her shoulders sagging. "This is really depressing..."
Coach nodded in mutual agreement.
They walked further into the theme park, observing the nearby infected. Nick turned his attention towards a merry-go-round and was greeted by a clown with bright orang hair and a mouth spewing blood and flesh. He shivered. "Goddamn fucking clowns? You've got to be kidding me..."
The clown noticed him and bared its sharp, jagged teeth. It began in a full-sprint towrads him, the honking of its shoes drawing more infected.
"Somebody shut that thing up!" Coach called out. Nick shot it in the head with his pistol, but it merely recoiled. It jerked its head back around, half of its face torn and unnoticeable.
Nick flinched back in shock. "Is it me, or are these bastards a little harder to kill?" He shot it once more, this time with his shotgun. It crumpled to the ground, missing an arm.
But the other infected still rioted. The clowns obnoxious shoes had called a horde. Rochelle produced a pipe-bomb and drew them all away. The explosion killed most of them and what ones were left were quickly handled.
Rochelle was regaining her breath whenever she spotted Ellis.
A sad frown carrassed his once-cheery features. His baby blues lowered, staring at the ground in silence. He loosly held onto his pistol.
She walked slowly over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her and knew exactly what she was there for. "I jus' don't know, Ro...Nick ain't talkin' to me and he won't look at me and...I really don't know what to do or say and it's jus' killing me and-" he was babbling on uncontrollably, his voice cracking here and there.
Rochelle pulled his head down to her bossom and cooed to him. "Oh, sweetheart. It's okay...It's not you, trust me."
Ellis squeezed his eyes shut. "If it ain't then what the hell's goin' on?"?
Rochelle contemplated her words carefully, lingering on what she shoudl tell Ellis. "Sweety...maybe Nick...maybe he's not what's best for you." Ellis looked up at her, horrified at the thought. "He's...well...you two are...different."
"I know that..." Ellis mumbled back slowly. "He knows that."
Rochelle stepped back so that she could look at Ellis more clearly. "Yes, but Ellis...you have to consider that Nick isn't exactly a...good person. But you are, Ellis. And frankly, if this is the way he's going to be, I wouldn't waste my time or my thoughts on him."
Ellis lowered his eyes back to the ground, feeling utterly defeated. He knew that Rochelle was right, that it'd never work out for him and Nick. They were from two completely different worlds.
He couldnt figure out how they'd ever coexisted the way that had.
He felt Rochelle's hand drop from his shoulder. "I'll give you time to think about it, okay? But I'll always be here for you." With that, she picked up her spot beside Coach and trudged on.
Ellis curled his fingers in, the ache in his chest almost unbearable. I think she's right...
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"Jesus H. Christ, that shit is LOUD!" Nick complained. The music of the merry-go-round was deafening and the roar of the horde was close. The metal fence opened slowly and the four surviors made their way around.
"Somebody needs to turn the music off! It's attracting the horde!" Rochelle yelled.
They exited on the other side of the fence, Nick running ahead of everyone else. The switch was just up ahead...Nick made a sharp right turn and jumped up on the platform, ignoring the steps. He pulled the lever down and the music shut off.
Now they just had to deal with the horde.
Rochelle shoved away what infected she could with her baseball bat. "Anyone have a pipe-bomb? Boomer Bile? Molotovs? ANYTHING?" She never recieved a reply.
Nick kept the infected around him at bay with his shotgun. But his ammo was started to deplete rapidly and soon he had to switch to his pistol. It barely kept them away. He hadn't realized it until then that Ellis was nowhere to be seen. He turned in a circle, searching for their lost teammate. "Where's Ellis?" His voice was almost lost in the screams of the infected.
Coach turned and blew off the head of a nearing zombie with his rifle. "I don't know! Ro, have you seen Ellis?"
Rochelle turned, eyes wide. "Y-Yeah, he was right behind me..." But the mechanic was nowhere to be seen.
"Fuck!" Nick cursed loudly. "Rochelle, trade me weapons!" He held out his pistol to her. She shoved her bat in his hands, not wanting to argue, and grudgingly took the pistol.
He shoved his way through the crowd of infected, calling out. "Ellis! Godamnit, you useless hick! Where the hell are you, dip-shit?" He turned again, smashing the head of a zombie with his bat. "Ellis!"
A loud, high-pitched scream pierced the night, making Nick's ears ring. What the fuck was that...? He peered of the heads of the infected, finally catching glimpse of the mechanic. He was being backed into the Tunnel of Love by what seemed almost like a young, teenage girl. But she had almost no clothes on, only wearing the torn remains of a shirt and her panties.
Her fingers with long, black, bloody talons.
"Ellis-" He choked out, his name getting stuck in his throat. He didn't know how, but he shoved his way through the horde of zombies and ran after the mechanic. It felt like the world was moving in fast-forward, but he was stuck in slow motion.
Ellis' voice rang out in pain and it felt like all feeling was stripped from Nick's legs. "Ellis." He choked his name out again. He was now at the entrance of the Tunnel of Love and he saw the them then.
The witch was leaned over Ellis, claw marks engraved across Ellis' chest. And god, they were deep. And gushing blood.
It didn't look like the witch was done. She brought her claws back for a finishing blow.
The full blunt force of Nick swinging the bat made a sicking crack echo throught the entrance of the tunnel as the bat connected with the back of her skull. Her neck bone was sticking out in a sick position as she crumpled to the floor.
Nick dropped to his knees beside the mechanic, pressing his hands over the wounds that were practically gushing blood. He applied the slightest pressure, trying to stop the bleeding. "Overalls..." he whispered to him.
Ellis' eyes fluttered a little, his hand reaching out blindlly, trying to find something to grip. His breathing was shallow and deep. "Nick, is that...is that-"
"It's me, goddamnit...What the fuck were you doing?" Nick wanted to sound angry. He wanted to sound pissed as hell, but his voice came out desperate and low. He clamped his hands over the claw marks, as if he could push the blood back inside Ellis' body. He pulled one of his hands back, completely drenched in dark, vicious red liquid up to his forearm. "Oh, shit..."
He turned his head in each direction, looking for anything that could help. He finally settled for taking off his white blazer -it was ruined anyway- and had Ellis' hold his against his wounds. He grabbed the mechanic's shoulders and drug him into the safe-house of the Tunnel, trying his best to ignore Ellis' whimpers of protest and pain.
Coach and Rochelle were approaching quickly, having dispatched the horde on their own. Rochelle gasped as she took in the sight of Ellis. "Oh, honey!" She cried out, dropping down to her knees beside him. "Oh, we're so sorry..." she whispered, eyes filling with tears.
"What the hell happened son?" Coach spoke in a hushed tone. He dropped down beside Rochelle.
Nick grabbed a health-pack from the table and opened it up, spilling the contents out on the floor beside Ellis. Ellis looked up to Coach, replying weakly. "I don't know...one of them things, but it was a lot meaner...just got all pissed and came...at me..." He bit down on his lip, wincing from the surges of pain running through his body.
Nick shooed Rochelle's hands away, needle and thread in his hands. Rochelle stared at the two items with wide eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"
Nick bit down on the far end of the thread, tearing just enough to use. "I've got to sew this shit up." He threaded the string into the needle.
"You have to what? Have you ever done this before?" Rochelle snapped out at him in disbelief.
Nick was now trying to carefully peel Ellis' shirt off him. He was careful pulling it over his chest and soon had it over his head. He began spraying a disinfectant on the wounds. "You can say I have...don't ask." Even he was surprising himself with how calm he was being. He knew that panicking wouldn't get them anywhere now.
Coach grabbed the top of Rochelle's arm gently and hauled the reluctant, overly-protective girl away. Nick shook his head. Sometimes her motherly instincts were too much to bear. "Ellis? Hey, you still with me?" Nick was hoping for no reply, knowing that it'd be easier on Ellis -and himself- if he he was unconcious.
Ellis looked up at Nick with his beautiful baby blues -god, how could Nick even been thinking about that right now?- and nodded weakly. "Is it gonna hurt...?"
Nick gritted his teeth, feeling incredibly remorseful for the boy below him. "Like hell." Well, at least it was the truth. He pierced the skin with the needle and Ellis whimpered out loudly in pain.
It took everything in Nick to keep himself from wincing. He threaded in and out of the skin, piecing the wound together. Ellis tried to muffle his whimpers by biting down on his lip, but even then it still came out in long, excrutiating groans.
Rochelle watched horrified in the corner while Coach tried to sleep beside her. Tonight was going to be a long night.
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Well now...there's a little something to make Nick think about his actions. Karma has a way of bitch-slapping you. Just like the Karma Charger. Now I know that its not good to team-kill because of him, lol.
Hmmm...watching Silent Library...
IDK when to update? I guess whenever I feel like it...or if I gets lots of love and people can convince me cuz everyone knows that I LOVE reviews and like to write whenever I get a lot of them.
...I wanna go see The A-TEAM...