Hey everyone, I'm back with more! And I've finally thought of a spin-off(Pre-Fayz).
I'm gonna call it "What I Did Last Fall". Who gets the reference?
Krissy grins as her and the Human Crew brainstorm plans. She sat on a upturned bucket, none of the other boys offering their seats. She leans her elbows her knees, her head in her hands. She coughs awkwardly and deciedes to contribute.
"How about some chaos?" She speaks up, sitting up slightly.
"How would that work?" Turk rolls his eyes. "We want people to hate the freaks, not us."
Krissy glares at him. She didn't like him. He was rude, gross and reminded her of a rat... Boy did she hate rats.
"We could pin it on a freak." Krissy replies evenly.
"That's... A good idea." Zil nods in approval. "But who do we pin it on?"
"Caine. Everyone basically hates him," Hank points out.
"Yeah... That's perfect."
Sonia pins up a target to the side of an abandoned house. She backs up and picks up the pistol. She raises it up and aims at the center of the target. She pulls the trigger, the gun bucking upwards. She pauses to check where she got, mad that she missed the target completely and hit the roof.
She tries again for the next 15 minutes, not hitting the target once. She groans and glares at the target.
"Why can't I hit the stupid target?" She grumbles as she fires off another shot. She pulls the trigger again, unhappy to find the gun out of ammo. She throws it on the ground and grabs a new one. She'd figure out reloading later.
She takes aim and pulls the trigger, only hearing a faint click. She stares at it in confusion, knowing it was fully loaded. She pulls the trigger a few more times, the same clicking sound filling her ears.
"What's wrong with it?"
Drake comes up behind her and plucks the gun out her hand, "It'd help if you'd take the safety off."
"The what?" Sonia whirls around, surprised at his sudden appearance.
"This thing right here." He shows her how to take the safety off and hands her back the gun.
Sonia smirks, "So, what bring you here?"
"You asked me to teach you how to work a gun, and I will." Drake shrugs. "Simple as that."
"Oh..."
Sonia aims the gun for the center of the target again, and misses completely when she shoots it. She squeals angrily and stomps her foot.
"Your holding it wrong," Drake points out. "Not only that, but your aiming wrong too."
"Then show me how to do it!" Sonia shrieks.
It was odd the way the conversation was going. Sonia was usually the calm one, with Drake yelling at her. This time, it was Sonia yelling at a scarily calm Drake. He smirks wider and stands, palm(s?) upturned.
"Alright, I will. But you owe me one."
"I'll owe you two if you show me how to reload."
Violet cringes as a headache breaks her concentration. She backs away from the sleeping child, afraid for what she saw in his dreams. The kid had dreamed of the Thanksgiving War. Then again, it was mostly a lot of fur and blood.
Violet shudders and leaves the house. She'd seen into many minds, but those were all practice. She was slowly broadening her range. She could read the mind of someone from 5 feet away, but that's it. She couldn't seem to get any farther on the innocent little kids.
"Guess I need more practice." Violet mutters as she walks back home.
As she pushes the front door open, she finds the house empty and silent. She frowns, wondering where exactly her sisters went. She finds a messily written note stuck on the couch.
"Went out shooting. Love ya." Violet reads, crumpling the note when she finished. "She is a horrible left-hander."
Violet tosses the note aside and tries to think of something to do. She remembers that Sonia had a secret alchohal stash. She searches the attic and quickly uncovers it. She pulls out a big bottle of what looked good and went back down to the living room. She frowns when she realizes she has nothing to open it with.
She holds the bottle tightly and slams the neck on the corner of the wall. It shatter, effectively opening the bottle, but spilling it all over the place. She takes a timid sip, careful not to cut herself on the broken glass. She smacks her lips, nodding her approval of the drink.
"Only this one time..." Violet laughs at what her mom would say about this all. "Drinking underage? Unacceptable!" She giggles. "Shooting guns? Unacceptable!"
Violet walks around the house drunkenly, just barely aware of what she was doing. She backs up and knocks a useless lamp over. She turns and puts her finger in her chin so she could think.
She forgets about the broken lamp and throws her now empty bottle across the room. She laughs as it shatters against the wall, spraying shards of glass all over that area. She saunters outside, a goofy smile plastered onto her face.
She wanders through-out Perdido Beach, picking up on random thoughts from whoever was close enough. A lot of them were fragments that gave her headaches. She finds herself in a house that looked like it got shot up on one side. Her version blurs slightly, but she walks on.
"Violet?" Sonia stares with wide-eyes at her sister. "You... Your drunk... You went in my stash, didn't you!?"
"Ye..." Violet hiccups. "Yeah, sis! I sure did!"
"Of course you did... That was mine..."
Sonia leads her sister outside and sits her down. That way, she could keep the drunkard out of trouble while continuing her practice shooting. As Violet babbles nonsense, Sonia fires off a round and checks the target. She frowns when she realizes she missed a bunch of them.
She shrugs it off and grabs another gun, "Drake, I can't hit the target!"
"Like I said, hold it with two hands." Drake replies back with an annoyed sigh.
"Can't." Sonia waves her "screwed-up" hand in the air. "Zil fucked up my most important fingers."
Drake stands and grabs her free hand, guiding it to the trigger so her middle finger could pull it when the time came. He then puts her other hand lower on the gun to steady it. He aims it for her and pulls the trigger a few times before stepping back and letting her try herself.
"...Thanks."
Drake shrugs and sits back down, Violet noticing him for the first time. She couldn't remember much about this Drake-person, just that his thoughts were... Not as pshycotic as she expected.
"You! Drake!" Violet wags her finger at the pshyco. "Don't you hurt my sister!"