Okay. I can do this. BE INSIGHTFUL. I dunno. Maybe...
Today I'm gonna talk about Dally. He's my favorite, so I think that it's appropriate. I'll just do some random stuff. First:
Daring eyes
Atrocious sense of humor
Long hair
Lost heart
Anxious, fluttering stomach
Stunning intelligence
Now, for some fanfiction:
POV DALLY.
Today I'm gonna talk about Dally. He's my favorite, so I think that it's appropriate. I'll just do some random stuff. First:
Daring eyes
Atrocious sense of humor
Long hair
Lost heart
Anxious, fluttering stomach
Stunning intelligence
Now, for some fanfiction:
POV DALLY.
My feet pounded on the hard asphalt, sending jolt white hot pain through my ankle. It was badly sprained at least, but more likely it was broken. “Register it, and then put aside.” My dad’s words came back to me. He had been talking about emotions, but I figured out early on that it applied to more than just emotions. I put the pain aside.
Why are you so damn impulsive? I scolded myself. I heard the angry cuss-filled shouts behind me and knew I had to step it up.
A buddy of mine, (That makes it sound like I have lots of buddies, I don’t.) had gotten into some nasty stuff. I don’t do drugs, I just don’t. But he was in major debt, and doing a bad job dodging it. They (a gang across town) couldn’t get any cash outta him so they decided to go after somebody he knew.
Who just so happened to be unlucky little me. Unfortunately I was passed out drunk when they showed up, otherwise, they’d have had no chance.
Which left me here. Running myself to death, trying to get away. They only needed me to live for six more hours. Six measly little hours, before Brent (my ‘buddy’) would make the drop and they killed us both. I knew I had to get away before then.
Since I only needed to be mostly alive when Brent showed up, they’d had a little fun with me. They hadn’t fed me for the last 32 hours and the only water I had gotten was a little cup full that was thrown in my face. They’d broken my ankle in hopes of keeping me from making a run for it, but that hadn’t exactly worked.
Right now they were starting to recover from my little surprise attack. There were three of them. All big guys, but none too bright. The first had had his nose broken and the rest of his face slammed into a wall. The second, had been kicked somewhere nobody ever wants to be kicked. And the third guy? Well… let’s just say, he ‘fell’ out of a first story window. Backwards.
I heard more shouting a cussing, and this time the voices were closer. I pushed my malnourished body to its limits. I wasn’t moving fast enough. I needed to think of something. Anything.
Suddenly I falling forward, knocked off balance by a leaping tackle from behind. I scrambled forward on hands and knees try to escape guy #3, dripping wet and splayed out on back. Oops. He must have landed in the pool. Their hide was in an abandoned apartment building and the pool, putrid and scummy was right outside the window. Guy #3 rolled me over and punched me right on the jaw, dazing me.
Then he started pounding me until my vision started to darken and his knuckles bloodied from pounding my face. He grabbed my shirt and dragged me semi-conscious back in the direction of the apartment.
I registered all that pain. But I couldn’t push it away. I tries to treat it like an emotion, pointless and harmful. It didn’t work I couldn’t push it away. I swelled and swelled until it filled my mind and leaked out my pours. A low moan escaped my cracked bloodied lips, as the others joined guy #3 and carefully planned their payback.
“It was gonna be quick, you know that? Bullet to the brain. Only takes a second. Now, I’m thinking I should put a few more holes in you first kiddo.” Said guy #2, his voice an octave of two higher than it had previously been.
I smiled, despite myself, at hearing his voice. Outraged he slammed the butt of his rusted heater down on top of my head, and the world slipped just out my grip, in a flash.
