Join Date: February 22, 2006
Re: an Untitled story by my friend Catie and I
Right now, I wanted to slap Ro and spew out every curse word I knew. I actually did swear a bit. But small children might read this story, and thatâ€™s not appropriate.
â€œShut up, Ro! I am so serious right now, I am not trying to act immature like I usually am, I just really really really need you to shut your big, stupid mouth!!â€ I was absolutely furious. Just because I am not always so great to Ro doesnâ€™t mean she has to jump down my throat for all my little mistakes. â€œIf you think Iâ€™m so stupid, why didnâ€™t she just ask me for the map? Oh, yes, all us STUPID people forget that Roâ€™s the supreme farking overlord!!â€ She just kept looking at me, amazed. â€œYeah, I am smart enough to actually be able to express myself in more than one sentence, you stupid idiot.â€
I kicked the wall. Bad idea. â€œFffffffffffffffâ€¦â€ I gasped as I bounced around, clutching my foot. Thankfully, and somewhat amazingly, Ro wasnâ€™t laughing or making a show of suppressing laughter. I sat against the wall, closed my eyes, and rested my head. A nap would be so wonderful right now, I thought.
â€œWhat do we do now,â€ I said in a monotone voice, half-meaning this question to be rhetorical.
Something inside me just sparked then. It was like looking at Shamus in a whole different light. Granted, I still hated the freak for everything heâ€™d done to me, butâ€¦well, he was still a person. He could break just as easily as I could, and if something didnâ€™t happen soon, weâ€™d both be as broken as popped balloons. I sat down next to him.
â€œListen, we donâ€™t like each other. We never have, and Iâ€™m not quite sure why. And I donâ€™t mean the very FIRST time we got on each otherâ€™s nerves. I mean, when I met you for the first time, I didnâ€™t like you. At all. And vice versa, apparently. But we have to work together here. For the safety of our lives, and for everyone here. So letâ€™s start over,â€ I started, clearing my throat and holding out my hand, â€œHello, my name is Rowina Circe. I have wings, and the power to imagine anything and bring it to life. How about you?â€
He stared at me for a moment, no doubt thinking I was crazy. What else was new. But to my surprise, he took my hand, and shook it, â€œMy nameâ€™s Shamus Dougal. Uh, Iâ€™m magnetic, and I can likeâ€¦endure stuff. Right now, Iâ€™m trying not to start screaming my head off again, and so far, it seems to be working. For now. But seriously, what are we going to do?â€
I chewed on my bottom lip, about to answer. But I didnâ€™t have time. At that moment, something knocked into Shamusâ€™ chest, knocking him backwards. He cried out, and clutched his chest, holding blood in.
Heâ€™d been shot.
â€œOh, shit,â€ I said out loud, trying to help him up. With him down, there was nothing I could do. There was no way I could run and leave him behind.
â€œGo. Just go, Iâ€™m fine!â€ He cried, standing up. I had no clue how he could do it. I mean, Iâ€™d been shot before, and it hurtâ€¦likeâ€¦hell. But he was up and running, myself following. The people shooting us were forcing us to go back the way weâ€™d come. Back into the city.
Unfortunately, it also led to a dead end. We had didnâ€™t have time to run out again, or else theyâ€™d e right behind us.
â€œGreatâ€¦justâ€¦effingâ€¦great,â€ Shamus said, frustrated beyond measure.
â€œShut up, and wait,â€ I replied. I raised my arms and brought a picture to mind. I expelled it through my finger tips, and in front of us was a wall. To them, it would just look like we hadnâ€™t gone this way.
I could hear them talk to each other, discussing their options.
â€œListen, I donâ€™t think they went this way,â€ the one said.
â€œOf course they went this way. I saw them!â€ the other replied.
â€œOh, you saw them with that glass eye?â€
â€œShut up, you. Maybe the girl flew them out.â€
Their voices began receding, and I knew it was safe to take away the wall. Gasping a breath I didnâ€™t know I had been holding in, I turn to Shamus.
â€œYou ok?â€ I asked, feeling light-headed and dizzy
Bloody hell! In the name of all things sacred, Iâ€™ve just been SHOT! â€œYeah, sure,â€ I said. I was lying, of course, but it sounded more sarcastic than I meant. â€œOf course not!â€ I blurted.
Ro dramatically started breathing a bit too fast. I clutched my chest, waiting for the â€œApril Fools!â€
â€œOkay, okay,â€ Ro began, â€œwe canâ€™t stay here. Can you walk?â€ she asked, starting to help me up.
â€œMaybe,â€ I grunted. I took a few steps, staggering, Ro catching me. We continued staggering along, her arm locked in mine. She was blushing, and I felt awkward as H.E. Double Hockey Sticks, but when one has just been shot he just has to grow up a smidge. I think we walked an excruciating mile when I staggered back into an alley.
â€œI canâ€™t walk anymore,â€ I muttered, resting on the wall. Paper bags and bottles littered the alley, and sheets were bizarrely strung from wall to wall. Ro pulled at her hair and fell into a sitting position. â€œWe have to do something, like, RIGHT NOW!â€ she yelled.
â€œI-â€œ I began, but shouting really hurt my gun shot wound.
Speaking of guns, the next thing I heard was the cocking of a shotgun.
Can you say not good? My body froze and I glanced at Shamus. Slowly, I raised my hands, showing that I meant no harm. If it was absolutely necessary, I'd imagine something to kill the intruder. I'd live if I didn't have to kill him. I can honestly say it was not one of my favorite pastimes.
"Fin?" Shamus asked, recognizing the voice and turning. I was about to yell at him to never look at the face of your attacker, but it was Fin. I leapt up and hugged him, and he hugged me too, not dropping the gun. Kinda worrying, but I don't blame him for being paranoid.
Suddenly, something bit into my neck. Fin released me and pushed me backwards, so I landed on my butt.
"Ow! What's going on? I-," I stopped short, feeling my neck. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was going on. The empty feeling from before returned, feeling like it was eating my stomach. I looked up at Fin and he met my eyes.
"Ro, Shamusâ€¦.you have to forgive me. You don't understand. They found me. They're going to kill my brother. They said if I kill you, Ro, they'll let Shyam go. You have to understand. Please forgive me," He said, aiming the gun at me. I felt my heart in my throat, and couldn't get any words of reason out.
"Shamus, run," I said out of the corner of my mouth. Maybe, if he could get away, there'd still be a chance.