It's shameful how short this chapter is *hangs head* but well, I had to stop it short, 'cause well ... you'll see when you read it xD So if you don't like short chapters or whatever, deal with it ! xD
~Alteration Lover~
So the days turned into weeks. It was much harder traveling by foot than by car. The group's feet ached from endless walking, day after day, night after night. Four weeks had passed since Flame and Crimson had first rescued the killjoys, and still, there was no sign of Korse or Party Poison. They had no idea how they were going to get back to Battery City once they'd finished checking all the Drac hideouts, but they knew they would never give up. Kobra Kid was especially persistent. Poison was his brother and his best friend, and Kobra would not give up on him, because he knew, if it were him, Poison would do the same.
The group was gathered at a safe-house, not far from the twentieth Drac house on the list. Three and a half weeks of walking, only stopping every other night or so to rest, had really tired them out. The killjoys were exhausted and hungry, so when they ate their beans that night, there were no complaints. It was only a can of cold, uncooked beans, but it might as well be a roast beef for all they could tell.
Crimson ate her food quickly, enjoying the feeling of a relatively full stomach, but almost immediately after finishing the last spoonful, she knew something was wrong. She bolted from the table, leaving everyone wondering what was wrong. She ran into the bathroom; and just in time too, because the second she knelt down, she heaved the contents of her stomach into the grimy toilet basin. Flame arrived a moment later, rubbing Crimsons back as she continued to vomit.
After a moment or two, Crimson sat back, breathing heavily. Oddly, she felt fine, like nothing had happened at all.
"Are you alright?" Flame asked, still patting her back. Crimson nodded.
"Must have just been some off beans," she said softly, more reassuring herself than Flame.
Flame helped Crimson up and the two of them returned to the dining room. The group was staring apprehensively at them, but Crimson waved them off saying it was nothing, she was perfectly fine.
After everyone had finished eating, the rest of the group tried to convince Crimson that she should rest, but she shrugged them off saying they'd already lost enough time and they should continue walking.
So, uneasy, the group continued along, walking through the quiet evening. They had all gotten used to the silence since the fires, but sometimes they missed the hustle and bustle of the city life. At least when it was noisy, they knew they were never alone.
A little after three hours since they'd set out, Crimson got that feeling yet again, and dashed behind a bush, once again vomiting. Flame was there in a second.
"I think we should see what's wrong with you," she said softly after Crimson wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "You might have food poisoning,"
Crimson nodded. Flame called Kobra, who had the bag with all the first aid items, over, and she took out the I.P, or the Illness Processor. With one drop of your blood, it could tell what, if any, illness or problem you had. It was an extremely useful tool, especially to the killjoys, who wouldn't be able to just go to a doctor to see what was wrong with them.
Flame pricked Crimson with the needle, extracting a small amount of blood from a vein on her arm. It would take only a moment for the I.P to process the results. Crimson stared anxiously at the small screen. Her mind was racing with possible problems. Could it be food poisoning? Or perhaps something more severe?
The machine beeped three times, and Crimson looked down at the green screen. Her stomach dropped as she saw the result.
PREGNANT