Hey, this is Thanksgiving as I write this, and I MIGHT post it the next day if I don't finish it in time, and I am just making this up as I go along, so it might be rushed (Ally Noel), but I'll try my best to explain it to you all. So, here goes, and this chapter is gonna be a LONG chapter. Hope ya like it.
Chapter three "GO TO HELL YOU STUPID ERASERS!"
She entangled with the Eraser, trying to get him off her, but so far she was reluctant. He was so heavy, like three hundred pounds, and he was holding her down without even trying.
Merry wondered where Jaz was, he should be trying to get him off of her right now. But he wasn't, he was far away from her mentally.
She got her leg loose and and jerked it upwards into his crotch, and she earned stale, rotting air being grunted into her face. The Eraser lay limp for a second and suddenly realized what he was doing and resumed the fight.
"Jazzy..." she breathed. Her eyes flew towards where he was, he was gone. No where to be seen, like poof. Then she realized what had happened, the Erasers may have taken him...
She knew their luck couldn't last much longer, and she had predicted right. The bark in her pocket was cutting into the flesh of her leg, and she could feel that pain, plus the pain of the damn Eraser that won't get the hell off.
"Ahhhugh!" She yelled and grunted at the same time as she headbutted him in the mouth. She was terrified to feel teeth injected into her fore head, she screamed.
The Eraser was mad. Very mad. At HER. He put all his effort into her, punching her in the face, her blocking the first one, not predicting the second one dislodged into her jaw. She felt it go sideways and stay there, blasting pain signals to the brain, inches away. Then she remembered, she could try and tap into his mind to see his next move.
Punch to the eye! He thought, her hand went to her eye and blocked the hand that was aimed at it. "You're not gonna win, you worthless slut!" He yelled in a heavy British accent.
"Oh yeah," she screeched, "you think you'll win, dick?" She aimed a punch at his face, and she hit him in the eye. She felt wetness, and considered it tears, the eye was swollen, black and blue, and barely open. He growled and aimed an elbow at her ribs.
Without thinking, and moving she blocked it. She heard a crack! come from the elbow, and she had realized what she had done. She just thought of blocking it, and she did, she didn't even lift a finger, just thought about it, and she snapped his arm. Oh yay, she thought happily.
He had realized too, and he paused. She smiled and took advantage of the moment. She aimed a mental punch at his jaw, it turned in an awkward way, and with a crack! it flew off and landed three feet away.
Wow, she thought, didn't know my own strength! The Eraser looked odd without a lower jaw, like... really grotesque. Merry smiled. The Eraser, fortunately COULDN'T smile, but he COULD growl. He did.
He threw a punch at her eye, she blocked it mentally again. Then she threw a mental punch at his other eye, it went into his head, it almost looked like it was missing, so now he couldn't see.
She couldn't believe how much of an advantage she had in this fight. She threw one last punch at him (without her hands) and he went across the ground, out cold.
Merry got up, and looked around, then she saw him, Jazzy, laying on the ground, pale and asleep, or anesthetized. Just in case, she touched him, and his feelings went through her, he was fine.
She felt bad for him, this was the second time in one day that he had been knocked out. She curled up against his chest. She threw one arm around his waste, and closed her eyes. She wasn't going to go to sleep though, she had to stay on watch.
But sleep sounded so good right now, almost appetizing. It had been a tiring day, and her insides hungered for it, wanted it as prey. Then it started to eat, and eat. And she drifted to sleep...
Later...
A sound. That sound. What is it?
Merry looked around the area, she saw the trees, and the dark, damning sky, but she saw nothing that would be able to even come close to harming them. She turned to the body beside her and tried to wake him up.
"Jazzy!" she yelled. She moved her hand toward his head and slapped him across the face to get him to wake up. He jolted upright and looked sideways at Merry, and asked her a question.
"Where are the Erasers?" He asked. He rubbed his cheek and said, "Owe, what happened?" Merry did all she could not to laugh, she succeeded, and looked like the serious face that Jaz had put on a lot lately.
"No-thing!" she said quickly. He did a quick three-sixty of the area, and looked confused.
"What exactly am I supposed to be looking for?" He asked. She answered before he could look at her. "I heard a sound" she said, "and I don't know what it was." She looked puzzled.
"Anyway," he said. "Remember what you said earlier?"
"What?" She asked.
"After we kissed," he said.
"Oh," she answered. She said that she would let him kiss her now (later)."Oh yeah..." She looked down at her feet, trying to dismiss the conversation by saying, "what a beautiful moon!"
She wanted it to happen, but she was nervous about it. She glanced up a second to see his face only inches from hers'.
"It's okay," Jazzy said. "You can trust me..." He bent in and grabbed her face in his hands then kissed her on the lips. Merry's nervousness slipped away and she was sucked into Jazzy.
Her hand went up to the back of his head and tangled in his hair, moving the long strands here and there, then she stopped.
She stopped and broke the kiss. He looked down at his feet, then at her, in an abashed way.
"Why?" He asked. "What the hell is wrong NOW?"
"I just can't," she answered. "I just can't now."
"Merry," he said. "We're free now ... We are free to do whatever we want ... And Merry, If you won't do this with me, I'm not sure if we can be together," he finished miserably.
"Wha?" she screeched. "No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! No, Jazzy, no, you can't... cannot do this!! No, can't do this to me," she paused, and looked up to him with tears in her eyes. "I'll do anything, anything at ALL to make you not say those words, anything. Anything. Anything. Anything." she said redundantly.
"Anything?" he asked. "Then kiss me."
"..." she was speechless.
"Oblige," he added.
"I oblige it, but not tonight, I'm tired," she finished off the conversation. She motioned to the place they were laying before, he layed down stubbornly.
"Crap face," he mumbled.
"Excuse me?" She said.
"Nothing Mer," he added facetiously.
"That's what I thought," she added, and with that she went down to the ground and curled up against him, her put his arm around her in protection. Damn the watch, she thought. I'm going to bed.
Merry's Dream
A middle-aged Spanish man made his way through the forest, trying to get away from THE men chasing after him.
More like RUNNING away from the men. In his pocket was a small pocket knife, cutting against his leg with every step. He looked behind him, and twenty feet away, there they were.
"Tu saber donde Contar mi ahora! O morir!" They yelled. He knew he couldn't last.
He knew one thing, he wanted to carve his last moments into a tree. It was his way to get the message, corteza as they called it in Mexico. He carved what they had just said into the tree.
Then they stabbed him in the back, sending blood all over the premises.
Back to normal life
Her eyes opened in a flash, feeling a wet sensation upon eyelids. "JAZZY!" She yelled before she knew what she was saying – or yelling. She felt his face, and slapped him across the face. He jolted upright and looked her way.
"What the hell was THAT for?!" he screeched. She suddenly felt a barrier of guilt hit her. She knew she was irrevocably in love with him, and it suddenly felt worse because of what had happened earlier.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Can I ask you a question? It will make me feel better."
"Feel better from what?" He asked.
"From what you said earlier," she answered.
"Sure," he said, "what is it?"
"Tell me," she paused even though she knew what she was gonna say. "Tell me you love me," she finished without pausing.
"Mer..." he said.
"Don't 'Mer' me!" She bellowed. "I am ALL serious about this!"
"I love you Mer...ry" he said. He hugged her close to him, and kissed her hair. "Why would you think that I didn't?" he asked pointing another question at her. He let her head go from his grasp to let her answer.
"I love you too," she said. Merry pecked his mouth before he could suck her in. "I have to tell you something, I had the most HORRIBLE dream when I 'accidentally' hit you.
"I think I know a little bit as to what it says," she said. Then it came to her. It hit her like a dead weight, like an... Eraser. She new what it said, exactly what it said.
"You know where
Tell me now!
Or die!"
"It says 'You know where, tell me now! Or die!'" But she knew there was a missing piece to the was it? Why was the man running from the other men?
Good questions. Un-answered questions.
"Wait, we forgot about the squirrel," he said, quickly changing the subject and interrupting the silence, and sure enough, laying in the ashes, was an over cooked squirrel.
She didn't care, she couldn't eat, she had just gotten hit with a very bad head ache. "You okay?" Jazzy asked. She wasn't.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and every inch of her body went pale within seconds. "Mi hijo! Donde's mi hijo?!" She breathed, and scoffed at the same time. Then her eyelids closed and she fell to the ground, whimpering.
"Merry!" Jazzy screeched. He took her wrist in his hands, and checked for the pulse, this is what they did to some of the kids at the school to see if they were breathing ... They usually got nothing.
"Merry!" he repeated. He wished that he had the powers that she did so he could see what was wrong with her. But... unfortunately he didn't, he didn't even have ONE damn power.
He got up, which was the only thing he could think of to do, then went to the fire. In the remains of the fire, there laying there was the squirrel, decapitated and skinned to death (not to mention it's neck breaking), so he picked it up, and took a bite out of it.
And OH! Was it good. He probably would think that brussle sprots were good now, since he hadn't eaten anything in a day, one, long, miserable day that he couldn't eat, or they didn't make time to until they hunted.
He ate half, and saved the other for her.
Then he sat there for a while, deep in thought, when he saw Merry's eyes eyes open a crack. She got up, and balanced her equilibrium on her elbows, then opened her mouth to talk. Jazzy was happy to hear her voice.
"What happened?" she asked quietly, rubbing her head. Then he started to answer.
Chapter four: "THE APPLES OF WRATH"
"Wha...?" Merry breathed, coherently confused, forcing back tears that are hiding in the back of her eyeballs, misfits, dying to get out of her eyes, but she was tough, she could take it. She blinked, letting one damning tear falling down her cheek, landing on her dry ground. It sucked up the moisture, and mud resurfaced as the tear. "What in the world of hell happened?"
"You blacked out," Jazzy paused, "then you spoke some gibberish that sounded like the writing on the bark, or sounded like it should be pronounced." He finished, and looked in her direction, returning her confused face.
"What did I say?" She asked. She folded her legs and brought them up to her head, resting her head upon them, feeling as if she had any more stress she might pop. She rubbed her forehead in pain, of the re-occurring head ache that she was having.
"Something like..." he pondered for a moment. "Me he Joe, Don day Me he Joe." He looked up, deep in thought, comprehending the sentence that he had just spoken, rubbing his chin. "Hey, what's wrong with your... forehead?"
Then it hit her, exploding pains hit her like a ton of waits, she closed her eyes, and wanted nothing more than for the pain to go away. Her mind was clouded with random thoughts of death and hell, and such things.
"Damn it," she cursed. "damn it, my head hurts so damn bad, what the hell?!" She said. "Damn it, damn it," she repeated redundantly. "My head, damn it, what the hell is wrong with my head?!" She screeched.
"Some... some... something is... is so damn wrong... DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, Jazzy, just make the all the DAMN pain go AWAY!" She screamed, and yelled. Jazzy went into panic, he ran, screaming in pain, not physical pain, but mental pain, mental pain of losing the only person that he loved, he grabbed her, one hand went around her waste, and the other one around her neck. He cradled her in his arms, doing the best he could to 'make the pain go away'.
She was almost unconscious, just barely screaming for him to help her, and muttering, "Damn it, what the hell, I need this fu..." then she went out cold, in her love's arms.
Jazzy checked her pulse for the second time in twenty minutes, and it was all fine, but now he had to wait it out. He mourned her, because he wanted her pain to go away.
"Don't die," he kept on repeating. "Don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die-ie-ie," he pouted, even though her heart was still beating, there was still a chance that... NO! He couldn't think of that right now.
He held her to his chest as the rain started to fall down, and rocked back and forth, crying silently. He wondered why he had such a hellish life. Why? Why him? Why did HE have to suffer?
He sat there, for what seemed like forever, letting the rain soak his hair, streaming down his face, he didn't care, he just wanted Merry to survive, no matter what. He suddenly felt guilty for what he had said earlier, very guilty.
He had said that maybe that they shouldn't be together, they should be, forever and ever. Never stop. He was unconditionally in love with her. He almost cracked a smile.
Jaz started to hyperventilate.
He couldn't stand the thought of her dying, he had to think happy thoughts. Like the day that they finally REALLY kiss, not her saying, "Later" and looking at the ground.
Then he drifted to sleep, with Merry, still curled in his arms.
Later...
Merry sat up, looking in every direction. She struggled out of Jazzy's arms, and rubbed her head, what happened to her? Her mind was clouded, and was hit with shards of pain every other second.
She looked down at Jazzy, then she got this odd thought that something bad happened to him, he was drenched in water, and his eyes were closed, and he looked too peaceful to be alive.
Panic ran through her, and her eyebrow went down into what looked like a uni brow. In and out... she thought. Blotches began to run up her arm, and she was about to check his pulse when she heard a voice from inside her head, a voice that wasn't hers.
He's not dead, it said. Merry couldn't tell if it was a machine or person, or male or female, she just listened intently, slowly calming down from the little spite of worry that she had. He's just sleeping.
Who the HELL are you? she asked. There wasn't an answer.
Then she woke Jazzy up, by yelling, "JAZZY!" in his ear. He jolted upright from the ground, and mumbled incoherently. He looked around, until his eyes fell upon her. He got up, and tackled her with a hug.
"Wow," she said facetiously. "I MISSED you too." she paused. "I think I'm ready."
"Ready?" He asked. "Ready for what?"
This," she said. Then without any warning, kissed him. She grabbed his head full of hair in her hands, pulling, but he didn't mind the pain. Her other hand was scratching in between his wings.
She moaned in comfort. Her hands twisted in the fabric of Jazzy's shirt, undid the buttons and lifted. Then, Jazzy went from her lips, to her cheek, and then to her neck, giving her a break. "Jazzy," she asked. "Should we be doing this at... fourteen?"
"Hell yeah," he replied between kisses. "Why?" He asked, then returned to her neck, still listening intently.
"What if..." she said. "What if I get... pregnant or something." She paused, "I mean, we'll have no help, and I might die. You don't want me to die, do you?" That was when he stopped, and pulled his shirt back on.
"Never," he said repetitively, "never, never, never, ever, would I want you to die. But look at the chances of you getting pregnant, about one and like a trillion! And I dunno, you might lay eggs if you're lucky. And I don't think we're all that young, we don't live as long as the regular human. Look how long Erasers live. We're lucky for living THIS long."
"Maybe later," she said. "I just wanna kiss, I got too far ahead of myself. I shouldn't have taken your shirt off. I still love you though." Jazzy didn't wanna say something he didn't mean so he nodded.
Far off in the distance, Merry saw the sun, a golden ring-like figure that she hadn't seen in what seemed like forever. Yesterday had been a long day, hopefully today they would have more luck. Her stomach grumbled, and she felt sick from hunger. "Hey, where did that squirrel go?" She asked, looking around. Jazzy dug it out of his pocket and handed it to her.
She grabbed it, then put it up to her mouth, and took a bite. It felt like she had never tasted anything better in her life. Well, truth be told, this WAS one of the best things she had ever tasted.
She couldn't believe the sensation she felt as it went down her throat, she took another bite, it was like it got better with every bite. Unfortunately she only had half, so she couldn't fully satisfy her stomach.
"How was it?" Jazzy asked her.
"Fantastic,' she said. "We should go now." She whipped out her wings, and tossed the animal bones to the ground. Jazzy did too, and started to ask a question.
"So soon?" He asked.
"We have been her for a day," she told him. "We can't let the school find us!" She beamed at him, and he finally let that go, and then signaled her to start a countdown.
"Three..." she said. "Two..." she paused for dramatic effect. Jazzy smirked. "ONE!" Then they pushed off the ground and went into the air. Merry felt a sudden burst of pleasure as she went into the air. She always loved it, she could finally find time to think.
Then, she suddenly remembered subject thirteen and subject ten, when they kissed. They LOOKED the same age as Merry and Jazzy when they watched it: same age as the are now, fourteen.
She looked down at where they were, a small hollow in the forest. It was almost at the boundaries of Death Vally, Merry thought that it was beautiful, Death Valley. Just beautiful.
Well, that was because the only things that she had ever thought as BEAUTIFUL were her mom, dad and Jazzy
Then for he first time in a couple of hours, she entered Jazzy's mind, and she was satisfied. Why, why, why did I have to say that we shouldn't be together, why? I mean, I love her to death, she is the only person that I HAVE ever loved. If only she hadn't stopped kissing me...
That was when she blocked him out. She sighed and stopped flapping, it was getting windy so she just let them go with the current. She smiled, thinking: I ALMOST feel bad for humans!
"It's okay," she said to Jazzy. "I forgive you." He looked over with a relieved face.
"Thank god," he said. "I love you Merry."
"Love ya too," she said.
Then she saw lights, not many miles away, just enough for her to see it. She looked at Jazzy, he eventually felt someone's eyes on him and turned her way. She motioned to the lights.
It took him a second, but he eventually noticed it.
"Let's go," she muttered. They flew down at top speed, and landed uneasily on a road. She made a look towards Jazzy saying: Walk? he nodded. So they pulled their wings into their backs and went down the road.
They walked on, when they suddenly saw a sign.
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You are entering the town of
Sunnyville, California
.-"-..-"-..-"-..-"-.
Population: Fifteen-Thousand-Nine-Hundred-Eight
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"So..." Jazzy said facetiously. "We must be entering 'Sunnyville'!"
They sprinted the next mile, and the lights got closer, and closer. This will be the first city that they have ever seen, and now they could finally alert people about the school, and the whitecoats could finally get arrested for all of what they did.
When they got really close, they saw that this was NOT a big town, apparently fifteen-thousand-nine-hundred-eight wasn't many people, wow, California must have really big cities. They noticed that they were alone on the street, that no cars were passing... that was weird.
They walked into a big square, and noticed a small grocery store, maybe they could steal stuff without people noticing...
Merry nodded towards Jazzy, and he understood immediately. They strode into the shop, and looked around, there was NOT much to see. Just a freezer holding dairy products such as yogurt, milk, eggnog (whatever that was), and some cheese. In a refrigerator there was meat such as beef, steak,ham, turkey, hot dogs (they might steal that so they can roast it on a fire with ticks just like the squirrel), and chicken.
To their right was fruit, such as apples, peaches, pineapples, and banana's. An apple fell out of a large bowl, connected to the ceiling by a string, at bout the fourths of the string it split into three and connected to the corners. It landed on Jazzy's head, bounced off and landed in his pocket, Merry smiled, at least they wouldn't be caught for THAT.
They went to the fridge and stuffed some hot dogs in Jazzy's pocket. This is easier than I thought... Merry smiled, they were having a feast tonight. She ALMOST felt bad.
They left the shop, wearing smiles, until they heard boisterous sounds coming from large, skinny machine. Then they realized: This was for them, they were gonna get caught.
Without knowing that they were gonna do it, making a split decision, they flew up into the air, the sound was slowly fading away...
They flew a couple of miles, leaving a path of destruction, breathing in and out dangerously, and hyperventilating. They settled down, not knowing how to make a fire, but they didn't care, they just hoped that they didn't get caught.
They could survive just a little bit longer...
Mwah ha ha ha ha! Cliffie! Did you like it, did you hate it, did you review it? If you didn't can you? I don't have many of them, that's because all my friends are grounded! And sorry it took me soooo long to update, I was busy! I luv ya all! Thank you soooo much for bearing with me through this boring story!