by Cazio » Tue Jan 12, 2010 3:26 pm
The tables have turned. Tyler's thought totally ignored Nikki and instead were laser-focused on saving his people. They'd pushed it too far, he could almost hear the deathcrawlers coming. He'd been prepared for this moment to come, but never thought he'd ever have to put his plan in action.
"Carson, Jace, Brian, Luke. You know what to do." They nodded running down into the tunnels. A small crowd had gathered around him, with eager looks and confusion. "You heard her, get weapons." He commanded and they nodded, chasing after the four-person group down the tunnels. A low, rumbling growl sounded from not far off, but it was hard to tell with deathcrawlers. His breathing was still calm and collected even as he saw the look of horror on Maria's face. Severus can look after her. he told himself, pushing through the rest of the cluttered mass.
Luke returned with a big bag and the other adults who had followed him were holding sharpened sticks, edged rocks and hand-made bloguns(poison dart guns). When they first arrived at the station, the past leader had put them all to work making weapons, just for this moment.
"Harlow, use the tunnels." He said over his shoulder, grabbing his favorite weapon. Designed from thick rusty iron, he held tangles on sharpened metal two inches high.He grabbed the bag of them and clucthed one in his hand. the main tunnel entrance wasn't all that wide. He flung the contents of the bag across the doorway. the thorny metal spikes were littered across the floor. Step on that, deathcrawlers. He smiled slightly and turned to grab a sharpened piece of metal. He signaled for them to retreat to the ticket booth and motioned for them to hide in the masses of rags that serves as beds. They didn't need to be told twice.
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"Avery stop it!" But the loud crack in her ears sent the color from Maria's face. Oh my God . . . .no. Not now, not here! but a chilling voice echoed through her head, Give a boy a gun . . . Her expression became blank, her eyesw ide with shock. A racking jolt ran through her, but her thoughts were blurred. She didn't notice the tears forming, dripping from her nose as she collapsed sideways onto the unforgiving tile. She was back as a kid.
"Tyler! Where are you?" She peered out from behind the ticket booth, looking fir the familiar brown hair of her friend. Only whispers met her call. "Ty! Come on, I'm hungry!" She whines, lifted the old mattress in the corner and wrinkling her nose at the moldy reek. Then she saw it, Tyler was leaning down next to the old man who lead them. The look on his face was of pure joy. She came closer . . . . . "Maria would you stop acting like a princess?" . . . . "That's just not the way it works!" . . . . Sure those words had inflicted pain onto her. But nothing like his . . . . Suddenly a voice broke through her trance and she found herself on her folded legs, sitting on her knees. She must've gotten up in the chaos. Then she noticed two eyes trained on hers and she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She tried again, but something choked her voice away. She was frozen.
"(The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything)"