. . .
The frig is goin' on here?
The hell just happened?
Who's this guy? Why is he here? If he's got 'unfinished business' with the boss, why don't I know 'im?
Where'd the other one go?
Why's the boss so insistent on fightin' alone? Not like it's the first time he's done this, but what is it that makes these kids so special?
And what the hell were they talking about? Did any of that mean anything? Are they just spoutin' nonsense? Does anyone else understand that? Or am I the idiot here? Nothing makes sense, man...
. . .
I wiped the moisture off the side of my face. Somehow, it stung. That was one hell of a throw. And one hell of a... Something else.
I can hear the sound of running, feet and shoes rapidly against stone, the sounds of distant grunting, things hitting each other, clashing, the sound of... Flowing, I think... I'm looking directly at it, too, though I don't really feel like I'm seein' anything.
I wonder where that thing went.
It's strange. I feel like I ought to be more afraid of that thought. Yet, somehow I don't really feel much of anything about it. It was in front of me. There are other things in front of me. There's things all around me. My face hurts, and-
The girl got up out of her seat. Seemed to be heading towards the stairs.
That's... Not good. Prolly. But why? And why do I keep jumping between using 'Probably' and 'Prolly'? Is that as an accent thing, or does it just sound stupid? If it is an accent thing, why do I think it sometimes? And why is her leaving not good? I don't know. It's not good. Should I stop her?
"Where the hell do you think you're goin', huh?" I think I said to her with a knife in my hand. I guess I'm stopping it.
"Bathroom. Who cares?" I heard her say.
"The boss didn't say you could move. Hold it." I said, prollbablyy.
"Shove off."
"I'm not gonna say this again, s-"
She said nothing, and just kept moving.
It seems that I swung at her. I doubt I intended to actually slice her, maybe I thought I'd be able to scare her, and everything would be some kind of good again. That would be pretty stupid of me, considering all the events that lead up to this point.
She kept walking.
I got in front of her, blocking the way, and held the thing up to her.
She just jumped over a seat.
I guess after that I figured I had to back up my threat. That was pretty stupid of me.
I swung.
I don't think I tried to hit hard, but... It felt hard. Stabbed harder than I intended. Or maybe it didn't. Was I hallucinating? Did I perhaps miss entirely?
She began to laugh again, just like earlier. Just kept walking.
The knife left the wound at some point. Just sort of fell out. I don't think I pulled it out. After that, I didn't stop her. That was a good idea, I'm sure.
I looked down at the knife as she walked away, for some reason. There was something on it. It wasn't blood. It was golden in color, looked thick, thicker than water, not as thick as honey. There was something... Strange about it. I shouldn't be seeing it. It shouldn't be here. I don't know why, but it shouldn't.
Maybe it didn't exist? I could see it, feel it, but I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't real at all.
Just briefly, before she descended down the stairs, I looked back at the girl.
There was no wound, no evidence of harm at all. Just laughter.
What's funny? What's happening? What? What?
I sat back down and put the knife away.
After a while, I could see the fight taking place.
"Heh- Are you okay? Are you hahahurt?" Sis asked immediately as she stepped through the hole, into this little space in the forest, which caught me a little off guard, to be honest.
"Uh, y-yeah. No, I mean." I said as I pulled my hood down and put my hands together. "Cold, though. Real cold. Traversing a mountain in nothing but a sweatshirt probably wasn't the wisest idea, in hindsight."
"Heh-A-are you sick? Do y-"
"Nah." I interrupted. Which felt kind of rude, but I could tell she was distraught about something. I felt I should try to ease her before things get worse. Come to think of it, I did kind of ditch her rather abruptly. That was pretty crappy of me, wasn't it? I should probably apologize for that while I'm at it. "I-I'm good. I think. To be honest, I'm not sure I can get sick anymore, given my current physiology. Anatomy? I don't really, uh... Dunno the difference."
"I'd go with anatomy in your case, but I don't think anyone would correct you either way."
"Oh. Uh, right."
. . .
I reopened a small hole behind where everyone was sitting in the oddly arena like area of the ruins, where S and the big guy were fighting. S told me not to interfere under any circumstance, and while I did agree, if I think he's gonna die I fully intend to pull him out. That being said, I don't know much about fighting other than what I've seen on movies and TV, so I can't really tell what's going on. I figure I'll just move in if they start coughing up blood, or something.
"A-anyways, sorry about ditching you earlier." I said, quietly, doing what I could to ensure sound didn't leak through the hole. "I, uh... I was really excited, guess I just kinda forgot, heh..." Forgot? Forgot what? What did I mean by- Oh, whatever. I got the point across.
". . .
Eh, whatever. It is what it is. Everything turned out fine. Though, in the future, if I'm not with you, contact me every 30 minutes or so, so I can keep tabs on you."
That seems a bit excessive, doesn't it? Though, I probably shouldn't say that. Immortal or not, she's still a kid, right? Probably got bored all by hers...elf...
Hold on...
I... I just ditched an 8 year old girl in the middle of basically nowhere, surrounded by near perfect strangers, when I fully knew that said place was going to be attacked by people that would probably have no problem hurting her, for... I don't even know how long.
Huh.
Wow...
That was really crappy of me, wasn't it. I guess I really wasn't thinking. Feels kinda silly that I only realized that now, honestly...
"Bro? You sure you're alright?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry. Spaced out for a sec. Uh, did anything... Happen while I was out? I didn't expect to see you in the ruins, with those guys. Did... Did they do anything to you?"
"Eh. Not really. I just went 'cus I heard you'd be there." Sis explained. "I think one of the guys probably planned to do something or other, but he was unsuccessful. Oh, there's a hole in your floor now, by the way."
"Oh. How'd that- I mean, they didn't threaten you or anything, did they?"
"Well, they certainly tried. But I'm an immortal, so I'd've been fine regardless."
"S-sorry, I should've-"
"Eh, it's whatever. It was more of a fun distraction than anything else."
"Oh. That's... Good?" Yeah, I have no idea how to react to that. "W-wait, you were laughing earlier, right? You do that when you get hurt, right? Did they-"
"No, I don't get hurt. Pain doesn't exist to me. Laughter takes the place of getting hurt. I don't really know why. Anyways, yeah, big guy stabbed me, or something."
"Ah. Uh, s-sorry about that... I... Are you alright?"
"Duh." She said. "And it's fine. Not like it was you who stabbed me, or anything."
"Not just that, I mean... Sorry for... Y'know... Abandoning you like that..." I found myself getting a bit choked up as I said that. Guess it hits pretty close to home. How ironic...
"Yeah, that was pretty stupid of you. Without me there with you, you could've easily gotten hurt, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything about it."
"Uh... R-right. Sorry."
I... Really didn't like that answer. And not just the part where she called me stupid, I already figured that part out myself, thank you very much.
I continued watching S's bout with the big guy. After a while, I felt a light static shock-esque feeling on my back. I decided to let it pass, and kept watching S.
. . .
What the frick is he doing?
