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Kendle~
"Can you explain to me why I can't be in charge of secret missions, HUH? Why can't I be the one in charge of things around this GOD DANG place in general?!" the barrel of the gun pressed closer and harder to my head as 00.02 got angrier. I carefully and slowly slipped my free hand down to my ray gun pocket while he complained.
"One day, imma shoot Korse so bad, that he ain't never will know what hit him!". Just as he said that, I twisted myself out of his grasp. As quick as a ninja, I twisted his ray gun arm so the barrel pointed to his own head. There he was, panicky and sweating, with his own gun pointing to his head. My force felt stronger than ever. Don't want any other rascals around here trying to kill me.
"Shoot. Do it. NOW. Or it's Korse for you." I threatened him.
"What's KORSE gonna do? YOU are the one trying to kill me!" said 00.02. It's funny how he didn't dare trying to escape.
"You don't want me to be a tattle tale, do you?" I smirked. He hesitated. Meg was shaking under my free arm, terrified about what was going on.
"N-N-No! But I do wanna LIVE, thank you very much!". he pulled at my arm forcing his own arm to his head. Thank god for those tedious years of BLI/nd training.
"Eh...not gonna happen.". I snatched his ray gun and pulled out mine. Right then and there, I pulled both triggers. At. His. Face.
The blood jumped out in all directions, as 00.02's headless corpse dropped to the desert ground. I shot my head around. No sign of Korse or any other witnesses...
Besides Meg.
"OH SHOOT. Meg, I'm so sorry I--" Meg just sat and stared at the body. Her face was pale, and I could here her short breath. She automatically jumped away from my side and ran off to--...where was she running off to? I chased right after her.
Meg~
'MONSTER! SHE'S A MONSTER!'.
Those words were the only ones screaming in my distressed mind. All I was doing was running, running to nowhere. I NEEDED to find somewhere to hide, and fast. I did not want to be around a killer.
Sick, bloody images ran through my mind as I ran. It came in such a rush. Such clear, vivid details. The gun shot, the explosion of the head, the brains spreading everywhere.
My body collapsed itself to my knees and I started dry-heaving. My stomach found little to regurrgitate, but some items did come up. My stomach kept forcing itself to work, and my weak body couldn't help itself up.
Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Kendle, the person who I once thought was my loving twin, come dashing towards me.
I sucked in air, and my stomach started cooperating with me again.
My twin from the underworld is still catching on to me.
I carry my body as far as it can take me, and even a little more. I do not know how far I ran, but as fast as I got, Kendle would be getting closer.
"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU MONSTER!" I yelled back behind me. At this point, I was sprinting.
"NO, MEG WAIT!". Her footsteps pounded on the rocky ground along with mine. I felt insanity boiling up inside me. A crazed laugh came from my throat as I realized I was faster than her. Faster than a KILLER.
"MEG, LOOK OUT!" Kendle unexpectedly screamed at me.
BAM.
My body slammed right into a flat, stone cold surface. My head bounced right off it and I fell right to the ground. I blacked out for about two seconds, but then managed to slit open my eyes to see what I hit.
I hit a wall.
Literally.
I glanced up from the ground.
A building? A small building!
No. A DINER!
CIVILIZATION!
I didn't care if I had a concusion. I jumped on to my feet, anyway. The world spinned as I tried to pull open the doors. Locked. I shook, and shook, and shook the door and yelled for anybody to answer.
Somebody did come.
The door slid open to reveal a tall, lean, neon red-haired man. He was wearing a navy blue jacket and skin tight jeans. He was equipped with a gun of some sort in a utility object on his jeans.
"What do you wa-" the man got cut off when he glanced behind me. His hazel eyes grew into wide circles. He snatched my arm with a huge force.
"Get in".
"WHA-"
"NOW!". He grabbed my arm and forced me inside the diner. He panically locked the door. The room held four other dangerously dressed men, and one little girl, with a rainbow vest, shying away in a table. Still holding onto my arm, the red-haired man pulled me into a seperate room with a window. It didn't have much in it, just random clutter here and there.
"Hide yourself. They're after you. We can take care of them" the man gave sharp yet whispered and quick orders. I obiediently sat down near the window.
"Wait, who's 'they'?" I asked. The man did not reply, and locked the door shut.
Who's 'They'? And what was that guy looking at behind me that made him so scared? It was quite difficult to gather my thoughts from all of the confusion and fear.
Fear.
Running.
Running from Kendle! She was still catching up with me when I came in... she had her Draculoid mask on, didn't she?
"Oh god." I spoke aloud. The man saw Kendle. They were going to exterminate her.
Kendle~
"Holy crap!" I whispered aloud while I ran closer to the mysterious Diner. I never knew Meg could run that fast! I thought. She beat ME, for God's sakes.
My main goal was to get my sister back, to show her that everything was going to be okay. But at this point, I had shown Meg that I was pretty much a heartless, cold-blooded killer that forgot about her. My feet carried me to the front doors of the Diner. I reached my hand to the pull the handle, but seconds before I touched the door, something stopped me. It was a strange feeling. A sense of....familiarity. Deja vu. Like I had been there before.
I took a step back and read the letters on top of the structure. 'DIE' it read, becuase the 'N' and the 'R' fell over at the top. I took a sharp breath.
I was in Killjoy territory. And not only was I standing smack-dab in plane sight, I had forgotten to take off my Draculoid mask.
And all I could see at that moment, was my severed corpse lying on the desert ground.
I was toast.
I saw Meg inside the Diner through the window with four men and a small girl, crap. I was dead for sure.
I backed away from the Diner and planned on running, but suddenly the doors swung open and I couldn't move, this weird feeling infected my body and told me to turn around, and face them, then and there.
I turned, ready to face them, my hands shook like crazy and I couldn't even manage to reach my Ray Gun.
I wanted to take off my mask, explain to them that I was human, but the footsteps behind me told me to do otherwise.
"Good job, 00.03, you foundd them." Their voice krept up behind me like a slithering snake.
"Ghoul," the man with neon red hair called to a man with black hair to his right, "You take the ones from behind with Kobra, I'll take the one in front."
This totally reminded me of basketball, picking out who they were gonna guard and gonna run through their plays, no bitch is gonna come screen for me.
Everything else was just some big blur without slow motion to save the day. It kinda felt like everything was happening to me, just name me Victim or write it all over me.
Neon Boy launched himself at me and jerked me towards him, his eyes held no mercy. He shoved me to the ground and kicked me in the ribs before moving to my gut, my blood sputtered all over the ground and I realized there was no way in hell I was gonna win, but my reactions told me to get up and beat the shit outta him. So I did. His foot came towards me for another blow but I grabbed it and twisted. He fell to the ground with a loud THUD and yelled out in pain, he glanced at me and tackled again, we were both on the ground and he was on top. My breathing grew fast and and I gripped the collar of his jacket, my leg lifted and I kneed him in the stomach and he just rolled right off of me, I struggled to get up, but he gripped my ankle and pulled me back down.
He pulled himself flat on top of me again and reached for his Ray Gun and grounded the barrel into my head.
Two Ray Guns put to my head in one day, how wonderful. I heard a loud crash as if glass was being shattered in front of me, but I couldn't see it because of Neon Boy. I tried shoving him off, but he only held the gun to my head even harder.
Suddenly, Neon gasped and I saw blood boil down his neck, along with Meg who held a piece of blood-stained glass. Did she just save me? Neon jerked back and shoved her to the ground without looking at her, he obviously didn't know that she was Meg, and not some Drac. He was in pain, I could tell, but killing me right now seemed to be his top priority. His Ray Gun fell to the ground and he decided to just punch me, I bled all over the place and soon his fists were blood stained as well.
I refused to let him kill me, but I knew that he thought he was winning, the blood poured from his neck and grew uneasy. He held his posistion before his eyes shut, for like a split second, then his eyes opened again.
He went to pull my "hair" (fake Drac hair on mask) but what happened next made him gasp.
Is it a crime to play the bad guy to save yourself? Is it a crime to masquarade yourself to take down the enemy? Is it a crime to get caught? To think that just maybe, you could get away with it?
He pulled it off. My mask. I blinked once, he blinked once, and with a trembling voice, he whispered, "Kendle?"
I didn't know whether to push him off me or nod my head yes. He wipped the midnight blue hair out of my eyes and took a closer look. Hell yes, it was me, now who the hell are you?
"Y-yes." I stuttered, my hands still gripping his collar.
His eyes held relief and betrayal at the same time, those steely hazel eyes... Oh my God, it was...
"Gerard." It wasn't a guess. I just KNEW it was him.
We were both oblivious to the fact that the boys were fighting Dracs, all we knew was that we found each other.
Oh my God, I can't believe that I found him... HIM. I mean... I never thought that I'd even hear his voice ever again...
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!". An ear piercing screem came from the body that lye behing Gerard. A draculoid was pinning Meg down, old-fashioned dagger in hand.
"NO PLEASE DON'T!!!!!! STOP, STOP!!" Meg was uncontrollably screaming at the Draculoid while buckets of tears and blood came streaming down her face. The thing was terrorizing her.
I forcefully pushed Gerard out of my way and snatched the dagger from the Drac. I automatically started stabbing the thing right in the chest, and his lifeless body dropped to the ground.
Meg was still breaking sobs out of herself when she watched the Drac die. I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder like a rifle. Gerard was standing in awe right behind me, and I smirked as I casually walked back to the Diner in the midst of a bloody battle.
Gerard eventually caught up with me.
"Dang" was all he could say to me. I chuckled and pulled open the doors to the diner.
"Somebody unlock the door to the back room and gets tons of towels, anectdote, pins and needles, all that crap. This girl needs some cleaning up" Gerard ordered
"I'll unlock the door to the back room. Jet, gets tons of towels, anectdote, pins and needles, all that crap. This girl needs some cleaning up" Gerard ordered from behind me.
Meg~
I was deathly exhausted lying over Kendles muscular shoulders. I didn't help out Kendle at all with my weight, I just let my body go limp. I let her deal with the carrying.
I heard the man unlock the door to the room I was previously in. Kendle layed me down carefully on the ground as the man shut the door behind him. I felt claustrophobic when Kendle and the man took a minute to examine my wounds. I slit my eyes open and tried to stay awake.
Both Kendle and the man were soaked in blood. The blood from the man came from his neck, and his shirt was drenched in it. Kendle's face was smeared and blackened from punches. She had a cut eyebrow, bloody nose, and slit lip, as if she had just came out from a wrestling ring.
I heard a knock on the door.
"It's Jet. Got supplies and crap.". the man let 'Jet' in.
Jet walked into the room, Deja Vu totally just did a total sneak attack on me. Jet? The name didn't fit, that's all I knew, I felt like it should have been something else...
"Damn, this girl looks like she's been through hell and back." He said, normally I would have raised my eyebrows, but I totally agreed with him.
One thing I noticed, Kendle and the man kept shooting each other weird glances, she'd blush, he'd blush, she'd smile, he'd smile. What the heck? Kendle walked over to me and checked out my wounds.
"Looks like you fell on some glass," she confirmed and analysed the back of my arm. "Look, I'm glad you saved me from him shooting me and everything, but you seriously need to stop being so risky." She shook her head in disaproval and started picking out the little bits of glass.
"Where are you guys?" I heard a male call from outside the small room.
"In here!" Jet,who looked totally confused, and the man called.
"In here!" Jet,who looked totally confused, and the man called.
The creaky door opened to reveal another strong and stealthy, yet short man. His hair was a messy pitch black, and I had no idea why his eyes looked so..familiar. He bent down to my level just to join in for the fun.
"What do we have here?" he asked as his eyes scanned my wounded body.
His voice. It sounded familiar, too. He was beautiful. His arms were covered in rebel tattoos that I always wished I could get. He sat down on the ground, crisscrossed like a child.
"Another Drac victum. More like THIS ONE had to recruit them all here!" Gerard playfully punched my sister in the arm, but I could tell he was secretly angry. The beautiful man was confused.
"So....we've got a drac on our hands?" and he pointed his thumb towards Kendle.
"I don't know....do we?" Gerard smirked at Kendle. She couldn't help but smile.
"Nah...I just needed something to do in my life...so I signed up for BLI/nd. Not a good decision, but what else could I do? I don't mean no harm" Kendle looked directly at Gerard as she said it.
I kept stealing glances at this familiar man when they were patching me up. The way he talked, his mannerisms, his EYES, were all too recognizable, but I couldn't put my finger on it. At times, I caught him staring at me, too.
"Is she going to be alright?" the man asked with a little amount of worry in his voice. Awww! I thought.
"Frankie, she's going to be just fine. Now quit you're babying. Why are you so worried about the girl?".
'Frankie'.
"Oh my god" I gasped.
"What? What did I do? Did I hurt you?" asked Kendle.
"No, not you, you're fine". I was staring directly at Frankie.
"Frankie, look at my face. Tell me what you see". Ignoring the pain, I sat up in the midst of the shock. Frankie gave me strange look. I waited for his answer.
"Um...I see cuts? Bruises? Nose? Mouth? What are we getting at here?" Frankie didn't recognize me.
"Do you know my name?" my voice was starting to crack. His eyes widened slightly.
"Meg.".
Kendle~
An awkward silence was building up, Jet and Kobra left to clean up outside and Gerard was sitting next to me in a booth. You think that after all this time something would have changed, but no, it was still just the same shyness I always got around him.
"You look tired." He said and looked at me, he was looking into my eyes as if he was looking deep into my soul, as if he was reading everything on my face: 'I'm sitting next to you for the first time in five years and the only thing I was to do is kiss you and tell you how much I've missed you'. Right... last time I checked, Gerard wasn't psychic.
"Yeah, Korse doesn't let his men sleep. Plus, two guns have been put to my head in one day, so... yeah." I looked over at him and gave him a weak smile.
"I..." He looked down at the table before saying, "I've missed you like hell."
My head shot up and I looked at him, my eyes widdened and my lips parted, I wanted to hug him and cry into his shoulder, tell him about all the horrible things I've seen, tell him about how even if I could sleep I wasn't able to, that I love him, that I've missed him more than anyone could imagine, but the only thing I managed to say was, "You did?"
He nodded his head, his eyes borring into mine. Then, he leaned over and hugged me, held me close like I've always wanted him to.
"You really have no idea." He mumbled and I hugged him back.
Was I home? Or was this a visit? Maybe a deathwish? Then I realized it, I was a total idiot, Korse was gonna come looking for me. And the KillJoys.
"Can you explain to me why I can't be in charge of secret missions, HUH? Why can't I be the one in charge of things around this GOD DANG place in general?!" the barrel of the gun pressed closer and harder to my head as 00.02 got angrier. I carefully and slowly slipped my free hand down to my ray gun pocket while he complained.
"One day, imma shoot Korse so bad, that he ain't never will know what hit him!". Just as he said that, I twisted myself out of his grasp. As quick as a ninja, I twisted his ray gun arm so the barrel pointed to his own head. There he was, panicky and sweating, with his own gun pointing to his head. My force felt stronger than ever. Don't want any other rascals around here trying to kill me.
"Shoot. Do it. NOW. Or it's Korse for you." I threatened him.
"What's KORSE gonna do? YOU are the one trying to kill me!" said 00.02. It's funny how he didn't dare trying to escape.
"You don't want me to be a tattle tale, do you?" I smirked. He hesitated. Meg was shaking under my free arm, terrified about what was going on.
"N-N-No! But I do wanna LIVE, thank you very much!". he pulled at my arm forcing his own arm to his head. Thank god for those tedious years of BLI/nd training.
"Eh...not gonna happen.". I snatched his ray gun and pulled out mine. Right then and there, I pulled both triggers. At. His. Face.
The blood jumped out in all directions, as 00.02's headless corpse dropped to the desert ground. I shot my head around. No sign of Korse or any other witnesses...
Besides Meg.
"OH SHOOT. Meg, I'm so sorry I--" Meg just sat and stared at the body. Her face was pale, and I could here her short breath. She automatically jumped away from my side and ran off to--...where was she running off to? I chased right after her.
Meg~
'MONSTER! SHE'S A MONSTER!'.
Those words were the only ones screaming in my distressed mind. All I was doing was running, running to nowhere. I NEEDED to find somewhere to hide, and fast. I did not want to be around a killer.
Sick, bloody images ran through my mind as I ran. It came in such a rush. Such clear, vivid details. The gun shot, the explosion of the head, the brains spreading everywhere.
My body collapsed itself to my knees and I started dry-heaving. My stomach found little to regurrgitate, but some items did come up. My stomach kept forcing itself to work, and my weak body couldn't help itself up.
Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Kendle, the person who I once thought was my loving twin, come dashing towards me.
I sucked in air, and my stomach started cooperating with me again.
My twin from the underworld is still catching on to me.
I carry my body as far as it can take me, and even a little more. I do not know how far I ran, but as fast as I got, Kendle would be getting closer.
"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU MONSTER!" I yelled back behind me. At this point, I was sprinting.
"NO, MEG WAIT!". Her footsteps pounded on the rocky ground along with mine. I felt insanity boiling up inside me. A crazed laugh came from my throat as I realized I was faster than her. Faster than a KILLER.
"MEG, LOOK OUT!" Kendle unexpectedly screamed at me.
BAM.
My body slammed right into a flat, stone cold surface. My head bounced right off it and I fell right to the ground. I blacked out for about two seconds, but then managed to slit open my eyes to see what I hit.
I hit a wall.
Literally.
I glanced up from the ground.
A building? A small building!
No. A DINER!
CIVILIZATION!
I didn't care if I had a concusion. I jumped on to my feet, anyway. The world spinned as I tried to pull open the doors. Locked. I shook, and shook, and shook the door and yelled for anybody to answer.
Somebody did come.
The door slid open to reveal a tall, lean, neon red-haired man. He was wearing a navy blue jacket and skin tight jeans. He was equipped with a gun of some sort in a utility object on his jeans.
"What do you wa-" the man got cut off when he glanced behind me. His hazel eyes grew into wide circles. He snatched my arm with a huge force.
"Get in".
"WHA-"
"NOW!". He grabbed my arm and forced me inside the diner. He panically locked the door. The room held four other dangerously dressed men, and one little girl, with a rainbow vest, shying away in a table. Still holding onto my arm, the red-haired man pulled me into a seperate room with a window. It didn't have much in it, just random clutter here and there.
"Hide yourself. They're after you. We can take care of them" the man gave sharp yet whispered and quick orders. I obiediently sat down near the window.
"Wait, who's 'they'?" I asked. The man did not reply, and locked the door shut.
Who's 'They'? And what was that guy looking at behind me that made him so scared? It was quite difficult to gather my thoughts from all of the confusion and fear.
Fear.
Running.
Running from Kendle! She was still catching up with me when I came in... she had her Draculoid mask on, didn't she?
"Oh god." I spoke aloud. The man saw Kendle. They were going to exterminate her.
Kendle~
"Holy crap!" I whispered aloud while I ran closer to the mysterious Diner. I never knew Meg could run that fast! I thought. She beat ME, for God's sakes.
My main goal was to get my sister back, to show her that everything was going to be okay. But at this point, I had shown Meg that I was pretty much a heartless, cold-blooded killer that forgot about her. My feet carried me to the front doors of the Diner. I reached my hand to the pull the handle, but seconds before I touched the door, something stopped me. It was a strange feeling. A sense of....familiarity. Deja vu. Like I had been there before.
I took a step back and read the letters on top of the structure. 'DIE' it read, becuase the 'N' and the 'R' fell over at the top. I took a sharp breath.
I was in Killjoy territory. And not only was I standing smack-dab in plane sight, I had forgotten to take off my Draculoid mask.
And all I could see at that moment, was my severed corpse lying on the desert ground.
I was toast.
I saw Meg inside the Diner through the window with four men and a small girl, crap. I was dead for sure.
I backed away from the Diner and planned on running, but suddenly the doors swung open and I couldn't move, this weird feeling infected my body and told me to turn around, and face them, then and there.
I turned, ready to face them, my hands shook like crazy and I couldn't even manage to reach my Ray Gun.
I wanted to take off my mask, explain to them that I was human, but the footsteps behind me told me to do otherwise.
"Good job, 00.03, you foundd them." Their voice krept up behind me like a slithering snake.
"Ghoul," the man with neon red hair called to a man with black hair to his right, "You take the ones from behind with Kobra, I'll take the one in front."
This totally reminded me of basketball, picking out who they were gonna guard and gonna run through their plays, no bitch is gonna come screen for me.
Everything else was just some big blur without slow motion to save the day. It kinda felt like everything was happening to me, just name me Victim or write it all over me.
Neon Boy launched himself at me and jerked me towards him, his eyes held no mercy. He shoved me to the ground and kicked me in the ribs before moving to my gut, my blood sputtered all over the ground and I realized there was no way in hell I was gonna win, but my reactions told me to get up and beat the shit outta him. So I did. His foot came towards me for another blow but I grabbed it and twisted. He fell to the ground with a loud THUD and yelled out in pain, he glanced at me and tackled again, we were both on the ground and he was on top. My breathing grew fast and and I gripped the collar of his jacket, my leg lifted and I kneed him in the stomach and he just rolled right off of me, I struggled to get up, but he gripped my ankle and pulled me back down.
He pulled himself flat on top of me again and reached for his Ray Gun and grounded the barrel into my head.
Two Ray Guns put to my head in one day, how wonderful. I heard a loud crash as if glass was being shattered in front of me, but I couldn't see it because of Neon Boy. I tried shoving him off, but he only held the gun to my head even harder.
Suddenly, Neon gasped and I saw blood boil down his neck, along with Meg who held a piece of blood-stained glass. Did she just save me? Neon jerked back and shoved her to the ground without looking at her, he obviously didn't know that she was Meg, and not some Drac. He was in pain, I could tell, but killing me right now seemed to be his top priority. His Ray Gun fell to the ground and he decided to just punch me, I bled all over the place and soon his fists were blood stained as well.
I refused to let him kill me, but I knew that he thought he was winning, the blood poured from his neck and grew uneasy. He held his posistion before his eyes shut, for like a split second, then his eyes opened again.
He went to pull my "hair" (fake Drac hair on mask) but what happened next made him gasp.
Is it a crime to play the bad guy to save yourself? Is it a crime to masquarade yourself to take down the enemy? Is it a crime to get caught? To think that just maybe, you could get away with it?
He pulled it off. My mask. I blinked once, he blinked once, and with a trembling voice, he whispered, "Kendle?"
I didn't know whether to push him off me or nod my head yes. He wipped the midnight blue hair out of my eyes and took a closer look. Hell yes, it was me, now who the hell are you?
"Y-yes." I stuttered, my hands still gripping his collar.
His eyes held relief and betrayal at the same time, those steely hazel eyes... Oh my God, it was...
"Gerard." It wasn't a guess. I just KNEW it was him.
We were both oblivious to the fact that the boys were fighting Dracs, all we knew was that we found each other.
Oh my God, I can't believe that I found him... HIM. I mean... I never thought that I'd even hear his voice ever again...
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!". An ear piercing screem came from the body that lye behing Gerard. A draculoid was pinning Meg down, old-fashioned dagger in hand.
"NO PLEASE DON'T!!!!!! STOP, STOP!!" Meg was uncontrollably screaming at the Draculoid while buckets of tears and blood came streaming down her face. The thing was terrorizing her.
I forcefully pushed Gerard out of my way and snatched the dagger from the Drac. I automatically started stabbing the thing right in the chest, and his lifeless body dropped to the ground.
Meg was still breaking sobs out of herself when she watched the Drac die. I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder like a rifle. Gerard was standing in awe right behind me, and I smirked as I casually walked back to the Diner in the midst of a bloody battle.
Gerard eventually caught up with me.
"Dang" was all he could say to me. I chuckled and pulled open the doors to the diner.
"Somebody unlock the door to the back room and gets tons of towels, anectdote, pins and needles, all that crap. This girl needs some cleaning up" Gerard ordered
"I'll unlock the door to the back room. Jet, gets tons of towels, anectdote, pins and needles, all that crap. This girl needs some cleaning up" Gerard ordered from behind me.
Meg~
I was deathly exhausted lying over Kendles muscular shoulders. I didn't help out Kendle at all with my weight, I just let my body go limp. I let her deal with the carrying.
I heard the man unlock the door to the room I was previously in. Kendle layed me down carefully on the ground as the man shut the door behind him. I felt claustrophobic when Kendle and the man took a minute to examine my wounds. I slit my eyes open and tried to stay awake.
Both Kendle and the man were soaked in blood. The blood from the man came from his neck, and his shirt was drenched in it. Kendle's face was smeared and blackened from punches. She had a cut eyebrow, bloody nose, and slit lip, as if she had just came out from a wrestling ring.
I heard a knock on the door.
"It's Jet. Got supplies and crap.". the man let 'Jet' in.
Jet walked into the room, Deja Vu totally just did a total sneak attack on me. Jet? The name didn't fit, that's all I knew, I felt like it should have been something else...
"Damn, this girl looks like she's been through hell and back." He said, normally I would have raised my eyebrows, but I totally agreed with him.
One thing I noticed, Kendle and the man kept shooting each other weird glances, she'd blush, he'd blush, she'd smile, he'd smile. What the heck? Kendle walked over to me and checked out my wounds.
"Looks like you fell on some glass," she confirmed and analysed the back of my arm. "Look, I'm glad you saved me from him shooting me and everything, but you seriously need to stop being so risky." She shook her head in disaproval and started picking out the little bits of glass.
"Where are you guys?" I heard a male call from outside the small room.
"In here!" Jet,who looked totally confused, and the man called.
"In here!" Jet,who looked totally confused, and the man called.
The creaky door opened to reveal another strong and stealthy, yet short man. His hair was a messy pitch black, and I had no idea why his eyes looked so..familiar. He bent down to my level just to join in for the fun.
"What do we have here?" he asked as his eyes scanned my wounded body.
His voice. It sounded familiar, too. He was beautiful. His arms were covered in rebel tattoos that I always wished I could get. He sat down on the ground, crisscrossed like a child.
"Another Drac victum. More like THIS ONE had to recruit them all here!" Gerard playfully punched my sister in the arm, but I could tell he was secretly angry. The beautiful man was confused.
"So....we've got a drac on our hands?" and he pointed his thumb towards Kendle.
"I don't know....do we?" Gerard smirked at Kendle. She couldn't help but smile.
"Nah...I just needed something to do in my life...so I signed up for BLI/nd. Not a good decision, but what else could I do? I don't mean no harm" Kendle looked directly at Gerard as she said it.
I kept stealing glances at this familiar man when they were patching me up. The way he talked, his mannerisms, his EYES, were all too recognizable, but I couldn't put my finger on it. At times, I caught him staring at me, too.
"Is she going to be alright?" the man asked with a little amount of worry in his voice. Awww! I thought.
"Frankie, she's going to be just fine. Now quit you're babying. Why are you so worried about the girl?".
'Frankie'.
"Oh my god" I gasped.
"What? What did I do? Did I hurt you?" asked Kendle.
"No, not you, you're fine". I was staring directly at Frankie.
"Frankie, look at my face. Tell me what you see". Ignoring the pain, I sat up in the midst of the shock. Frankie gave me strange look. I waited for his answer.
"Um...I see cuts? Bruises? Nose? Mouth? What are we getting at here?" Frankie didn't recognize me.
"Do you know my name?" my voice was starting to crack. His eyes widened slightly.
"Meg.".
Kendle~
An awkward silence was building up, Jet and Kobra left to clean up outside and Gerard was sitting next to me in a booth. You think that after all this time something would have changed, but no, it was still just the same shyness I always got around him.
"You look tired." He said and looked at me, he was looking into my eyes as if he was looking deep into my soul, as if he was reading everything on my face: 'I'm sitting next to you for the first time in five years and the only thing I was to do is kiss you and tell you how much I've missed you'. Right... last time I checked, Gerard wasn't psychic.
"Yeah, Korse doesn't let his men sleep. Plus, two guns have been put to my head in one day, so... yeah." I looked over at him and gave him a weak smile.
"I..." He looked down at the table before saying, "I've missed you like hell."
My head shot up and I looked at him, my eyes widdened and my lips parted, I wanted to hug him and cry into his shoulder, tell him about all the horrible things I've seen, tell him about how even if I could sleep I wasn't able to, that I love him, that I've missed him more than anyone could imagine, but the only thing I managed to say was, "You did?"
He nodded his head, his eyes borring into mine. Then, he leaned over and hugged me, held me close like I've always wanted him to.
"You really have no idea." He mumbled and I hugged him back.
Was I home? Or was this a visit? Maybe a deathwish? Then I realized it, I was a total idiot, Korse was gonna come looking for me. And the KillJoys.
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