Claw: ok, we sure left this at a cliffy forever. I tore of like ripped a tendon in my neck, which hurt like bloody hell. I was then lovingly given the nickname "Gimpy" by my family, since it somehow made me walk all weird, seeing as I couldn't turn my head.
Blondie: Yes, but Gimpy is no longer Gimpy, because she is better now.
Florence
I kept running, but let me tell you, three inch heals aren't exactly the best athletic shoes. When the doors for the exit finally appear I felt a joy rush through me. I run outside and look around for any life form.
Fantastic. Just brilliant. Now I can't find either of them. "Hey, what cha looking for?" somebody taps on my shoulder and asks. Turning around rapidly, I see Freddie standing there like nobody's business. Can't he see I'm busy looking for Freddie….Wait…Great way to look like a moron, Florence
"Freddie! You has the living shit scarred out of me!" I say and smother him in a hug. "How the hell are you still alive?"
He chuckles and simply answers "Long story."
Our happy little reunion got intruded by sight of Anatoly speeding faster then a horse with a Crazy dog at his heals.
Freddie
Damn. I must admit, Anatoly can run. Maybe he was on some track team. Or maybe it could be the fact that a rabid dog is chasing him.
Anatoly embarks on cussing the dog out in every language he knows. He has his basic shits and damns in there, but he also managed to call the dog "a little fucking bitchy asshole cunt sent from the fucking damned pits of goddamn fucking hell." That amongst other things.
I have to say it. I am thoroughly impressed.
Anatoly
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What did I do to deserve this? Really? I was just helping Florence and this is what I get. Why? Is it because I kissed Florence when I promised I wouldn't cheat? If it isn't that, then please enlighten me.
I ran until I arrived at a dead end.
Dead end. Shit. Demon dog on my trail. Fuck.
I turned and leaped over the dog. That's what I would call an extreme leap of faith. My thought is to backtrack several times, hopefully the dog will tire out and if I'm lucky, die.
I ran until I collided with Florence. shit. okay, I have to save her. Must turn around and save her. I spun rapidly and pulled Florence off the ground. Now all I must do is run for safety.
A/n: sorry it was sort of short. And we will soon explain how Freddie isn't hurt. But not now. Maybe he is Jesus! Who knows? Reviews are our love. Smother us in love.