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"RUNNING BLIND"

Chapter 3- Priss's little Problems

Thursday night- Aug 2041

Priss drove home to her trailer after visiting Nene. She slammed the door as she came in,took off her helmet then went to her kitchen sink and began splashing cold water on her face. Anything to stop the damn tears. She shrugged out of her leather jacket and let it hit the floor. She went to her refrigerator and pulled out a cold beer.

She moved to sit on her couch when her eyes fell upon a photo album that she had bought after they had started dating. She picked it up and flipped through it. She looked at pictures of them together on vacation at the beach, her ex looking adorable in a green bikini which the singer had dared her to wear. The two of them in a photo booth, making funny faces in the first three pictures then kissing in the last one. There were pictures of them at Sylia's party and pictures of Nene, Mackie and them all together at Christmas.

"God, why?" Priss cried as she stood up and threw the album across the room, causing the pictures to scatter all over the floor.

(That damn bitch left me! She thinks it's all my fault!)

Priss was just aching for a good fight. She wished she had her hard suit on and that she was ripping a boomer's guts out. She was so enraged that she punched a hole in the wall then she kicked her coffee table over. She was tired of this shit. What had she done so bad that Linna would totally leave everything behind? Didn't she know she loved her?

The singer went into her bathroom and took a couple of pills from a bottle. This and a few more beers would help dull the pain. She usually avoided drugs but an old friend Chad, offered her one if she was in a bad mood. She'd take it to knock the edge off. She found out she needed more as the days went on.

Priss was still sad about his death 2 months ago. He had gotten killed in a bar fight at the other side of town..Chad had been her oldest friend since after her parent's death from the earthquake. He lost his parent's too so they lived on the streets together. After his death, Priss went to his apt to help clean it out and get some of his things like photo's and sentimental things he'd want her to have. She came across his big stash of pills and took them with the purpose of flushing them. Instead she took them home with her and put them away to throw away later. She didn't worry about the law finding them although she should have been.

The singer had been taking them more and more the last month and half. Now that she thought about it, she did feel like she'd become more depressed and withdrawn than she usually was. She didn't feel like doing things with Linna or go out. She didn't feel like making the drive to her girlfriend's house because she usually felt groggy and tired after a few pills and a beer. She hardly ever invited her to her trailer since it was small and not that comfortable.

Priss wondered how she ever saw through the darkness without Linna. She had fought that girl's light every step. Why wouldn't she commit to her after she knew how much she felt for her? She knew that her ex was the only person she wanted, only weeks after they met. But Priss only played games with her trying to keep her at bay. Then she started seeing Leon McNichol who also wanted her. She was never serious about him though she did like him. She played games with everyone it seemed.

It took her battle with Galatea and her miraculous survival to make her realize who she wanted in her life. Linna. She had crashed in Africa but had been found by tribesmen who thought she was a sign from God or something. They helped to heal her badly broken and bruised body. Her motoslade and armor were ruined. She didn't know if she'd ever get home. Finally she had reached Sylia and was on her way back.

But now, Linna was gone.. and Priss(who had drank 3 more beers and took another 2 pills) didn't care anymore. She'd find someone else! Someone was wasn't so damn cheerful or bossy, Someone who wore colors other than blue and green, who didn't nag,who didn't ride a stupid moped, or who was so soft... who loved to make love all night...) She began to cry as she felt a fresh jolt of pain wash over her. She wasn't as tough as she looked or acted, she could and was being broken.

She tried to get off the couch so she could retrieve the photo album she had thrown earlier. She was drunk and woozy and she ended up tripping over the coffee table she had kicked over and knocked herself unconscious as she fell.

About an hour later-

It was sheer coincidence and luck, that Sylia Stingray and her husband Nigel had decided to stop by Priss's trailer on their way back into town. Nene had called her on her cell phone and aked if they could check on her.

"Why? What's wrong, Nene?" Sylia asked alarmed.

Nene told her all about Linna's leaving town..and that Priss hadn't been acting right for a while. The blonde hacker hated to be a big mouth but her friends were in trouble.

"Thanks, we'll be at the trailer shortly!" Sylia said as she hung up the phone.

"What's up?' her husband asked.

Sylia looked over at her him seriously. "Damage control it. It seems Priss is in trouble cause Linna's left town!"

PRISS's Trailer-

Sylia knocked and knocked. Finally she dug around in her purse and found a key to unlock Priss's door with. (She had made copies off all the girls key's when the team was still formed- just in case.)

As she and Nigel stepped in, the first thing they noticed was how dark the trailer was. The next thing was the smell of booze and garbage in the air. Sylia fumbled for a light and when it turned on, she and her husband gasped.

Priss was lying with half of her body on a upside down coffee table with a bloody gash on the side of her head. She was dressed but didn't have her jacket on. Sylia saw it on the floor. Nigel, being a medic- rushed over to her to check out her head wound.

"It's not that bad and it's stopped bleeding already, but she needs to be checked for a concussion." Nigel said. He had brought his first aid kit and got out some medicine and bandages. Priss moaned but didn't wake up as he cleaned up her wounds.

Sylia took in the mess that Priss left in her trailer in- the beer cans everywhere, garbage piling up, music magazines scattered about, dirty dishes stacked in the sink,a big hole punched in the wall, a photo album slung across the room with pictures scattered everywhere. A lamp was also knocked over that explained the darkness of the trailer when Nigel and she had entered..

Sylia walked over to Priss's tiny bathroom and was shocked at the open cabinet filled with many different kinds of pills.

"What's this?' Sylia mused to herself as she pulled out a bottle with a man's name on it. Chad? Wasn't he her friend who died recently? He was good looking too, with white blond hair and olive skin. Why would she have all his medicine? Was she selling it?

The silverly haired woman looked at the other bottles and saw that none were Priss's, they all belonged to her friend. Xanax, Valium, Klonipin, Vicodin and other benzo's. She looked at the milligrams and most of them were the highest mg. These combined with Priss's drinking could kill her. I wonder if this is the reason Linna left? Sylia wondered.

Friday Afternoon 3.30 pm- Sylia Stingray's

Priss woke up with a throbbing headache and a urge to throw up. It took her a minute to realize that she wasn't at her trailer but at Sylia's house and she had bandages wrapped around her head.She was lying in one of the guest rooms. As if on cue, Sylia strolled in."Well, I see you are finally waking up. How do you feel?" she asked gently

"Like shit." Priss moaned, closing her eyes against the light. "How did I get here? What happened?"

"Nene called me, she told me were quite upset when you left her and Mackey the other day and she wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm glad she called us cause you certainly are NOT okay! Nigel and I found you bloody,unconscious as well as intoxicated and doped up on whatever pills you took. Thats why I brought you here! I didn't want you to get into any trouble with the law since none of those pills were prescribed to you!" Sylia told her harshly.

Priss spat out "Look who's talking, Mrs. ex- alcoholic, pill popper!"

"Damn it Priss! Don't be like that! For one thing, my pills were all prescribed for me." The older woman reminded her.

"Yeah, by Doctor feel good, I bet!" the singer responded. (meaning Nigel)

Sylia felt like slapping her. Instead she kept her temper and tried to talk to her stubborn friend.

"I didn't take much and just when things were getting really out of control in my life. Look at all I had to worry about- Genom, Gatalea, Mackey, Mason, The Knight Sabers, Rogue boomer's..need I go on? I've never been the most stable person because I take after my mother. I did quit doing it though and you can too! You are taking drugs that aren't even yours, that are too strong, and especially if you drink with them." the silver -haired woman explained.

"Is this why she left? She found out about the pills?" Sylia asked gently.

"She didn't know about the pills, she left because of the way I acted." Priss turned to her friend. "I still love her! What am I gonna do?"

She reached over and hugged the singer as she began to cry."We'll get you off these pills and deal with everything else later. Linna will be waiting for you, I promise you, Priss." the older woman reassured her friend.

Priss sobbed in Sylia's arms. "Somehow I don't think so." she cried bitterly.

Next chapter- Masaki by Moonlight

A/N- I still have a lot more on Priss to explain, But this will have more Linna in it. Let me know if this story is meshing at all:)