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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 14, 2011 15:51:46 GMT -5
Sammy snorted in some sort of hysterical laughter, her hands gripping Wade’s arm so hard it seemed as if she was going to claw it right off. ‘A gun? You think a gun will stop him?’
Wade looked down at her. ‘Sam, it’s just Victor, chillax. He loves us!’ He laughed, scratching his head with the tip of his sword. Sammy just shook her head, muttering under her breath, pressing herself against him like glue.
‘Open the door.’ Loreli said, holding the gun steady in two hands. She had held off Victor before she could do it again.
Ignoring Sammy’s pleas, Wade reached over and unlocked the door, letting it swing open. There was no one there. Loreli frowned. ‘Sammy, are you sure-,’
And then the candyfloss stall exploded.
Sammy bolted like a frightened horse, sprinting away from the caravan, her hands flaring up into fire as she ran. Behind her, Wade stepped out, his sword spinning in his hand and his eyes narrowed. He wasn’t particularly bothered about the situation. It was just Victor and the man knew fine well what Wade could do with a sword, the only way the older guy could get him was if he physically pinned him, and there was no way he was faster than Wade.
Unfortunately for Wade, it was not Victor who had come a-knocking, as he soon found out when a bullet whizzed past his ear. ‘What the fuck?’ He murmured, his brown eyes scanning the darkness. ‘I don’t think it’s the cat.’ He said back to Bradley casually.
‘Mistaking me for that beast? How unflattering.’
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 14, 2011 16:10:29 GMT -5
Bradley hadn’t really known much about Eamonn, but he knew enough to decide he didn’t like the guy. He was only there a couple of hours a day, otherwise out, or locked in his room and that was alright. But now, here he stood outside, a gun in his hand, firing at them. Loreli, who had been waiting to fire, felt her grip tighten on the gun as if waiting for someone to jump into view like a moving target, their hands out, waggling their tongue. Instead something scratched along the side of the caravan, denting the paintwork. A bullet had just missed Wade. Gasping, she fire a shot out, unable to stop herself, unable to move.
‘I don’t understand?’
Bradley, torn between running out, and locking the door, pulled Loreli back towards him, struggling to take the gun from her grip. ‘Give it to me, it’s alright.’ He told her, not meeting her gaze and letting his fingers slide down towards the trigger. Sometimes he felt a pushover, but this time, his girlfriend wasn’t going to be the hero. Before them, Wade ran forwards towards whatever had threatened their home, and there was a horrible crash as he took Eamonn down, shattering a table into pieces. The gun fire, shooting under Wade’s arm and up into the sky where it shot like a rocket. Raising an eyebrow, he took one of the swords from his back and placed it unwaveringly under Eamonn’s neck. Instantly the man stopped struggling. But something pressed against Wade’s chest, cold and almost painful. The gun butt dug into him like a knife, and the look on Eamonn’s face showed he wasn’t afraid to pull it. What had stopped him? ‘What a nice way to greet an old friend.’
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‘We can go. They’re busy, we can just go.’ Loreli was almost in tears as she grabbed Bradley’s hand, and this time he let their fingers laced, but didn’t run off with her, but slowly walked out of the caravan, gun held high.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 14, 2011 16:53:24 GMT -5
He fired a single shot into the air and all pairs of eyes fell onto him. Bradley was tired of taking the backseat every time shit went down. This time he wouldn’t run, he wasn’t about to turn his back on his past again, he had to face it. Loreli’s nails dug painfully into the skin on his hand and he clenched his jaw. He was going to protect her, like Wade used to protect Sammy, he was going to make everything okay again.
‘What do you want, Eamonn?’ His voice rang out like steel, cold and hard.
The man on the ground shifted his head, full aware of the blade that was digging into his neck. ‘Bradley playing the hero? Have I stepped into a parallel universe?’ He gave a short bark of laughter although it was soon cut off when Wade pressed the sword down, a thin line of blood tainting the metal. ‘Hey, hey!’ Eamonn said quickly. ‘I’m just the messenger! It’s Stryker.’ He said flatly.
Bradley shrugged. ‘Then send a message to Stryker, and tell him we’re not interested.’
‘Sorry, no can do.’ Eamonn smiled and then he pulled the trigger.
A couple of metres away, Sammy screamed, fresh tears welling in her eyes, mascara streaking her cheeks. Bradley hardly had time to react when suddenly Eamonn was in front of him, grabbing his arm and twisting it. The gun was dropped from his palm and he cried out in pain, letting go of Loreli’s hand and dropping to his knees. Loreli’s mind was a mess. This couldn’t be happening. She took a deep breath, she could stop this, and focused her mind. But Eamonn looked at her and a smirk appeared on his handsome face.
‘Fraid Victor told us all about your little tricks.’ He said, and without letting go of Bradley’s arm, he swung out, catching her on the side of her head and her world spun, darkness clouding her vision. She dropped to the grass, unconscious. He ignored Sammy’s screaming and pulled out a gun, without hesitating he shot Bradley in the back of his neck and the man slumped to the floor.
Another scream tore through the fairground. ‘Relax, darling, he isn’t dead. Sadly.’ He said, rolling Bradley onto his back beside Wade. Sighing, he straightened up and ran a hand through his hair, glancing over his shoulder to the hysterical girl behind him.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 14, 2011 17:20:49 GMT -5
Eamonn stared down at the bodies for a brief second before he started laughing, cold and callous. ‘Three against one and the last person standing is a little girl.’ Smiling, he turned his head a fraction, taking Sammy in with hungry eyes. ‘Don’t think of running away, Princess. You know what I can do.’ He saw her self-consciously rub a scar on her forearm and the smile grew bigger, exultant. He’d always had her under his thumb, able to twist her to his will, to scream his name. Wade had been a problem, but it always ended the same way – Eamonn in control of everything and everyone, and once again he had little Sammy all alone.
Advancing, he watched her back up a little. She still looked wonderful, even if she was crying, and now he got closer he could see her shaking violently. Reaching out, gun still in hand, he pulled her body towards him and frozen in fear, she reciprocated the movement, sliding her arms around his middle. During her time with Stryker, things had become surreal and lonely, and with someone like Eamonn around, to… love, it made her feel that little bit more human. Lifting her chin up with his free hand, the gun tight against her back, he stared her straight in the eyes, his thumb stroking her jaw. The others he couldn’t give a shit about… but her…
And without a word, he kissed her softly on the lips, blind to the tears streaming down her face and the way her body tensed up against him. Then he pulled the trigger, and the gun shot her in the hip where his finger had been stroking the bared flesh only seconds ago. Sammy fell, and Eamonn let her, pulling back when his arms had gone to catch her. This was business now.
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Loreli gave a groan, rolling over on a soft bed, fingers gripping at the duvet as she tried to take it with her. She felt the warmth besides her, before she heard his voice. It was a light mumble, sleepy and disorientated. Bradley was stretched out besides her, his head dug into the flimsy pillow. Shifting, she felt a sudden throbbing in her head and a small cry escaped her lips. Fingering her temple, she felt a bruise and pulled the duvet over her head.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 14, 2011 18:08:09 GMT -5
The fairground would be opening up soon and she sighed, groaning into the pillow, which caused another pang of pain streak through her temple. What the hell was with her head? She couldn’t remember drinking last night. She sat up, ignoring the jolt of sickness in her stomach and swung her feet out of the bed. Blearily, she wiped her eyes of sleep and looked up, expecting to see a clock. What instead met her was window. Loreli frowned, her eyes narrowing, maybe she was still drunk? She shook her head, rubbing her eyes again, and then like a wave the night before washed over her.
Eamonn knocking her out and Wade getting shot. Sammy screaming and Bradley with a gun.
She bit her lip, spinning round on the bed to look at Bradley. He seemed okay. He was sleeping soundly, no tears, no crying out. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she glanced around the room. A door was opposite the bed and in a corner stood a wardrobe, beside that another door that had been left open to reveal a bathroom. Stood on top of a chest of drawers was a large flatscreen television. Loreli stood and padded over to the window, pushing aside a curtain. It looked early, the sun just rising over what looked like a huge river. Before the river was a tall chain link fence that ran on either side to as far as she could see. A couple of buildings were dotted at strategic places along the fence. Everything looked grey and miserable. It reminded Loreli of a prison, a cage.
She turned back to the room and walked over to the drawers, curiously pulling one open. It was bare, but the one below that held a gun, which she avoided, and a photograph. She picked it up, studying it carefully. It was Bradley, stood between two men. He was dressed in some sort of army uniform, a gun tucked into his belt. He was grinning, his arms around the other two men. One of them was big, his muscles bulging from underneath his tight grey top, he was smiling at someone else outside of the photograph. The other man was also dressed in army clothing, a huge machine gun hanging from his hand, and a yellow stetson was tipped up on his head. Loreli carefully placed the photograph back and shut the drawer.
She looked back at the bed. Bradley had rolled over onto his back, but he was still sleeping soundly. Her eyes flickered to the door and she reached out, pulling on the handle.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 14, 2011 18:32:27 GMT -5
The handle was cold against her palm, and as she turned it, a thought of what was behind it flashed before her eyes and she couldn’t find herself to pull it open. If it didn’t open, she would panic, and if it did… the door gave a creak as she pulled it towards her, a cold gust of air washing over her face. The flooring was concrete, but the place smelt cosmetic, like a hospital or a chemist. Loreli didn’t like that smell. Voices were faint down the hallway; it was long, stretching far both ways, an array of doors closed on each side. Before her a large glass window ran, showing outside. More chain-link and water. She felt stranded and panic rose in her chest. The voices grew louder and footsteps echoed around, a shadow heading towards her from the left corridor. Turning, leaving the bedroom door open, Loreli took the right corner, met with more corridors and a door to the left which lead to some metal stairs and what she could only presume was an operating theatre. Leaning over the bars on the stairwell, she peered into the theatre, trying to ignore the nauseating sensation looking down gave her.
Wade lay on the table, chest bared and arms strapped down to the sides. Pipes ran from his arms and a red-haired woman stood beside him, checking a monitor next to her. What was going on? Gasping, she threw a hand up to her forehead and turned around as if expecting someone to be watching her, but there was no one. The footsteps had stopped.
Bradley hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in so long, and when he finally awoke, he felt so relaxed he could face anything. Stretching on the bed, he could smell the faint scent of Loreli’s perfume and smiled. Reaching out one of his arms, he expected to find her curled next to him like she always was, wrapped around him like a second skin, but nothing. The bedroom door had been shut again and one of the curtains hung half open.
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Sammy felt cold, curled up in a ball in the middle of a bed. It was her old bed, she could tell. It dipped in the middle and the sheet wouldn’t fit the mattress, the right corner kept coming up. Cushions splayed around her head and the sheets tangled her legs. Rubbing her back, she felt like she’d been giving an injection, a numbness lay there uncomfortably and she couldn’t fathom what had happened. The bed was empty and the room dark, shaded by thin curtains. Moving onto her back, she stared at the ceiling, groaning as someone fizzed into view before her. A man loomed over her as if inspecting a patient and she rolled away from the stranger, pulling her knees up to her chest. She couldn’t fight the sleep. She was so tired.
‘You’ll be needing your sleep,’ Stryker sighed.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 14, 2011 19:10:32 GMT -5
Loreli was still peering down at Wade when she caught movement out of the corner of her. She spun, her hair whipping her cheek and her hands up ready. The man in front of her backed away a step, his own hands up in what looked like a surrender. He was old, old enough to be her father. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
‘I’m not going to hurt you, Loreli.’ He said smoothly.
‘Who are you?’ She snapped. ‘How do you know my name? Where the hell am I?’ The questions all came flowing at once, so fast she couldn’t stop them.
He laughed. ‘My name is William Stryker, and I know Bradley, so naturally I would know you.’ He moved to stand beside her, leaning over the railing to look at Wade. ‘He’s very taken by you.’
‘You didn’t answer my third question.’ Loreli said between gritted teeth.
‘You are in a...facility,’ he paused and glanced at her, ‘for mutants.’
She snorted. ‘Oh yeah, so what happens? You train them to be world class assassins? Sounds great.’ She jerked her head at Wade. ‘What’re they doing to him? He was dead.’
Stryker smiled down at Wade as if he were his child. ‘Wade found a new, unearthed power, when our good friend Eamonn got a hold of him.’
Loreli fell silent. So this was the infamous Stryker. She had heard so much about him and now here he was, in the flesh. She glanced across at him, he wasn’t half so scary as Bradley had made him out to be. He was just one man! She almost snorted, yeah but his lackeys were something else. Her stomach rumbled and she sighed. At least while she was here she might as well get something to eat, once Bradley woke he would sort everything out and they would be back home by tomorrow. Although, Loreli decided they would have to move on without the fairground. Possibly to a cave in Japan.
‘Can I get something to eat?’ She asked Stryker.
He looked at her and nodded. ‘The kitchen is down the hall.’ His voice suddenly had a dark undertone. ‘Don’t try to get out - you won’t make it past the gates.'
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 14, 2011 19:27:38 GMT -5
He didn’t follow her, but Loreli couldn’t help but feel watched. As she hurried down to the kitchen, as if afraid walking slow would uncover more sick secrets, she snuck through the door and into the large kitchen. An island settled in the middle, a large fridge, a range. Nothing looked like it got used though. Plates stacked in a cupboard with glass doors, untouched, stacked neatly next to plates and glasses. It was like a show home. Though, who would want to eat in a place like this? It wasn’t a lifestyle or a job, it was a hell. And at the end of the island slumped Eamonn. His eyes were staring at someone on the worktop that she couldn’t see – he was daydreaming. Stock still, she searched the kitchen carefully, wondering what to do. She didn’t want to eat; she didn’t trust the place, the people, the food. On the table before Eamonn she could see a sandwich, filled with lettuce and chicken. He wouldn’t poison himself would he? Not that he looked too good anyway.
And then she remembered what he had done to her and instinctively she reached into her pocket as if hoping to find the gun there. Why hadn’t she taken the one from the room? Hearing her gasp, Eamonn straightened up and slicked his hair back with a sniff of dignity.
‘Alright?’ he grunted, all south Philly, no class or threat.
Grabbing the butter knife from the table, Loreli held it up, wielding it at him like a sword. Her thumb rubbed the hilt of the knife, eyes dark. ‘This is your fault.’
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How many times had he woken up in this room? Hauled himself down the hall, fed himself toast and gotten onto a plane, taking him to god-knows-where to intimidate some mutant in hiding. He’d been hiding, why did he have to be found? Bradley knew mutants that had gone missing and never been found – Remy LaBeau had escaped this place, from down in the cells, and hadn’t been found. And yet Bradley had run to the safety of a fairground, to people of his own calibre, and been brought back by one man. One fucking man! He felt pathetic and weak. Where was Loreli? Had she been taken? Had she ran? And the others... his heart sank. Everything was back to the hellish nightmare it had been before.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 14, 2011 19:50:38 GMT -5
Eamonn laughed and leant back, one arm slung over the back of the chair. ‘What you gonna’ do with that? Butter me to death?’
Loreli frowned. He was right. What was she going to do with a probably blunt butter knife? She sighed and placed it back down onto the table. Deciding to ignore him, she moved over the fridge and opened it, scanning the contents. A piece of cheese, an egg, half a bottle of coco-cola and a sad looking piece of chicken. She closed the fridge and moved to the cupboards. She had to reach up to open them and her shirt rode up, revealing a bit of her flat stomach. A low whistle caught her ears and she spun, glaring at the man.
‘Do you mind?’ She snapped.
‘Not at all.’ He grinned. ‘Carry on.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘You’re disgusting.’
‘Loreli?’
Her eyes snapped to the door and widened in relief. ‘Bradley!’ She cried, rushing to him. As soon as his arms were around her, all the tension left her body and she melted into him. She smiled as he kissed the top of her head, holding her close. ‘What’s happening?’
She felt him shrug. ‘I - I don’t know.’ He pushed her away, holding her at arms length by her shoulders. ‘Are you okay?’ His eyes were full of concern and his thumb brushed over the bruise left by Eamonn’s fist.
‘I’m fine, honest, I just want to go home.'
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 14, 2011 20:05:49 GMT -5
Eamonn watched the scene with disinterest, a smirk on his face as he swung the chair back on two legs. ‘How quaint.’ He murmured, raising a testing eyebrow to Bradley who shot him a glare. Loreli wouldn’t let go of him, lacing her fingers through his. If she let go, he’d leave her again and she didn’t know what to do. For once, she didn’t feel capable to be in charge, or sure of anything around her. She needed Bradley to protect her. ‘Where’s the other one? The cute one – don’t get me wrong, though, darling. You’re not bad yourself-.’
‘Leave Sammy alone.’ The words left Bradley’s mouth without hesitation. ‘And if you do so much as breathe near Loreli-.’
‘Don’t make warnings you can’t carry through, Bradder’s. How do you think you got here - taxi? You were out in seconds – like a baby.’
‘What’s your problem, Eamonn-‘
‘You. And her. What did you go and leave for, mate?’ he was standing now, walking around the table towards the two. Loreli stood firmly besides Bradley. ‘You fucked everything right up, and now everything’s going to be so much worse for your little friends. Oh,’ he chuckled, shaking his head. ‘I think Victor wants to have a little talk. I hear he missed you very fondly. He’s been missing his punchbag.’
Loreli knew, then and there that they weren’t going to be going home. The place that tormented Bradley’s dream far too often, were now going to become their reality. Nothing made sense. Why was this happening to them? Outcasts, stranded on an island with fuckups and murders. Squeezing his hand, Loreli looked up at him, but couldn’t seem to meet his gaze and ended up turning away.
Eamonn knew that look in her eye, like all hope had vanished and worry, revulsion and fear crept into your mind. Beaten and left in an alley, he’d been a scruffy teenager, fighting his way through every problem that arose, and only winning a handful of them, and most of them against girls. He wasn’t ashamed of what he had to do, to get on top. Eamonn would do anything to be known, to be feared and envied. But that night, that had been fucking bad. The worst ever. Someone had slashed him, straight down his right side – it wasn’t deep, but painful and scarring. He’d tried to use his little emotion games on a girl, but she’d turned on him with a knife she kept in her jeans pocket, and had knocked him out cold. Who knew she was a mutant? You’d never had known! And that ass. Picking him up, the blonde had chucked him across the alley where he fell unconscious, only to be found by Bradley himself. Something inside him stirred angrily. He felt in debt to the pathetic little mutant, but he’d never admit it, nor repay it.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 14, 2011 20:25:49 GMT -5
Sammy shot up in the bed, her eyes wide and her hair dishevelled. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her heart was going twenty to the dozen. She glanced fervently around the room, recognising every piece of furniture, every burn mark and strewn piece of clothing. Nothing had moved, nothing had been changed. She swung her legs out of bed and walked to bathroom, turing to the mirror and staring at her reflection. A frightened, pale, mascara stained mess stared back. Angrily she turned on the taps and wet a towel, scrubbing roughly at her cheeks until they were almost red raw. She ran a hand through her hair and grabbed her makeup bag from where it had been left - if she was to die, she would go pretty. ____________________________________________________________ Bradley glared at Eamonn. ‘C’mon, Loreli, let’s go.’ He spun and marched out of the kitchen, dragging the woman with him. ‘You think you can just walk out of here?’ Eamonn laughed coldly. ‘It’s not gonna be that easy this time, Bradley.’ Loreli looked up at Bradley. ‘He’s right, Stryker said we would be killed if we tried to leave. Maybe if we reasoned with him, talked-,’ ‘Talked? You can’t reason with a man like Stryker - he’s a physcopath only interested in one thing.’ ‘Bradley, please, just stop.’ She stopped herself and pulled him back so he was forced to look at her. ‘I’ll make an omelette, we’ll wait for Stryker to make an appearence, and we’ll clear everything up. If worst comes to worst, I can always use my power.’ She smiled thinly, the sick feeling returning to her stomach. They both knew she couldn’t control her power, had never tried to, but it was never too late to start, was it? He sighed and nodded. ‘Okay.’ When they returned to the kitchen, Eamonn had gone, and for that Loreli was thankful. She made Bradley sit down at the table and gave him the bottle of coke before getting to work on cooking the omelette with what was left in the fridge. It felt good to do something, to focus her mind on something else. It didn’t take long to cook and she scooped it onto one of the plates. It felt wrong to dirty something in the almost perfect kitchen but it couldn’t be helped. It looked slightly pathetic sat on the plate by itself, there had only been one egg so it was only small. Bradley blinked down at it and she stifled a giggle, hiding her grin behind a newspaper she had found. It was the first time she had felt normal in days.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 14, 2011 20:39:48 GMT -5
Bradley felt like he was part of a family – a father maybe, being cooked dinner by a wife while the children played outside or upstairs, or watched the television. It wasn’t right to have such a happy time in such a crude place. Even if they both seemed normal and happy, inside their heads were battling thoughts and worries, trying to pitifully pay attention to the small omelette instead, as though it was the most appealing thing in the world. Maybe not the world, but in this place, Loreli and the omelette were the only good things to come of it.
As she sat down beside him, Loreli rubbed his forearm comfortingly. Back at the caravan, everything was hectic, and the only time they spent together was curled up in the sheets, where they whispered secrets and things they wanted to do to one another, but never really acted like a true couple. But they got on and it worked, because they loved each other. Grabbing one of the forks, she stabbed pathetically at the food. Normally they’d eat candyfloss and sugared sweets from the machines and stalls around the fairground, as well as hotdogs and burgers and green salads. They didn’t have time to cook, it didn’t seem to matter. Self-sufficiency fuelled them onwards.
Staring at him, Loreli didn’t know what to say, so they sat in silence, holding hands over the table.
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Padding down the familiar hall, Sammy felt all the better for the makeup and fresh face. It made her feel less vulnerable and afraid. After all, she knew everything here, but maybe that was what made it scarier. The halls were quiet and still. Stryker would be around waiting somewhere, probably watching her somehow. As if feeling his eyes on her, she looked up into the corner of the corridor, searching for a camera or something. Nothing. For a few minute she was on edge, but then everything slipped away as she the voices suddenly picked up and a startled nurse started to yell commands. There was her Wade, crowded by Stryker, Zero and two nurses. What had happened? Eamonn hadn’t hurt him them bad – then it hit her. He had shot him. What did that mean. What the hell was happening! Throwing herself against the railings, Sammy let out a gasp, feeling tears threatening to fill her eyes.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 14, 2011 20:51:18 GMT -5
Zero heard her. He heard everything, so she wasn’t surprised when she saw him lean over to Stryker and mutter something in his ear. Stryker glanced up but Sammy had fled, sprinting down the corridors, and skidding into the kitchen. Loreli and Bradley were there, eating an...omelette? She almost laughed. Loreli stood, for some reason expecting some sort of attack, but the girl just threw herself into the nearest chair and slammed her head onto the wooden table with a painful thud.
‘Sammy?’ Bradley said, gently reaching out, and Loreli scowled, swiping the plate from underneath him, almost hitting him straight in the chin. ‘What’s wrong?'
‘Wade’s dead.’ She wailed pathetically.
Loreli rolled her eyes. ‘If he’s dead, why would they keep him? Think it through.’
Sammy turned her head to the side so her cheek was pressed against the table. She stared up at the older woman as if she had spoken the meaning of life. Lifting one hand, she wiped away the tears. ‘He’s alive!’ She cried joyfully.
‘Not for long, sweetcheeks.’ A voice drifted from the doorway and Sammy turned to look at Eamonn, immediately she seemed to shrink into herself and she turned away, ignoring him. His gaze drifted to Loreli and he smirked. ‘I wish you’d stop teasing me like this, darling,’ he said as she bent over to put the plate in a dishwasher, ‘it’s very distracting.’
Bradley tensed but didn’t move from his seat. Sammy smirked, pleased he had found someone else to screw over and turn into a nervous wreck. She sighed in relief and pushed her chair back, standing up to go and see Wade.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 15, 2011 7:12:57 GMT -5
Loreli wasn’t sure what was going on. It was as if one man could suddenly change everything. Eamonn had come into the room with his sexual tension and sly charm and shattered all illusions that there was any chance of sticking together. He was like a vulture, landing when the prey was weak, and then he struck, just for the fun. It just happened to be Loreli he thought he could have that fun with. Fuck that. She didn’t know a lot about what had happened to the others here, but she did know something was wrong with Sammy, when Eamonn was mentioned. What had happened between them?
But once the girl had understood her lover had another chance of life, she was up and out of the room. It wouldn’t be Loreli’s place to pry, but if she was going to be staying here, she’d like to know exactly what went on. Watching the girl wipe her tears and leave, she felt something for the girl, now cast in a new light. This place changed all opinions you ever had on anyone, and maybe she felt something for her – understanding? Pity? Just slight and she would never acknowledge it. Not aloud.
Placing the plate in the sink, she folded her arms over her chest, eyeing Eamonn cautiously. He flashed a wink. Cheeky cunt. ‘Are you going to hang around all day?’ she asked, not even vaguely worried that her annoyance was obvious.
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Everything had calmed a little in the operating theatre and Sammy slowly slipped down the steps, very aware of Zero’s eyes watching her every move. He was like an overbearing sectary; she had never liked him. Looking at Wade, she saw a version of him she had never thought possible. Sammy had never thought him fragile or small, but as he lay there, a bullet wound through his chest, she wasn’t sure what to do. This couldn’t be her Wade. Was he in a coma? Reaching out a shaky hand, she took his in her own and squeezed his fingers hard. ‘Wade? Can you hear me?’
‘He’s not in a hospital. Visiting hours over.’ Zero muttered from behind her.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 15, 2011 7:39:43 GMT -5
‘Go away, Zero.’ Sammy snapped, turning round to glare at him. He smirked, resting his hands on his belt, where his guns were. ‘I have to say,’ he leant back against the wall, ‘I haven’t missed you one bit.’ He shrugged. ‘Maybe missed your body...’ ’I missed you too, Zero baby.’ A voice groaned and Sammy spun, shrieking in delight. Wade opened his eyes, smirking at Zero. ‘You met the new girl? I’m sure your perverted mind will like her.’ ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Wade lay flat out on his back, one arm slung over Sammy and the other resting on his chest, feeling the exact point where the bullet had entered. Stryker had got the nurses to stitch the wound up, obviously, but that was besides the point. He was immortal. Fucking immortal. He grinned. He had a free bed, free food, an unbelievably hot girl curled up at his side who he could fuck in an instant, and he was fucking immortal. Did life get any better? Across the hall, Loreli lay pressed up against Bradley. His arm around her waist and his face nuzzling the back of her neck. Stryker hadn’t made an appearance so her plan had gone to the dogs and they had been forced to stay there for another night. As much as Loreli hated to admit, the rooms were just the right temperature, the beds incredibly comfy and there was nothing to disturb her from her sleep. Oh, apart from the building full of murdering idiots, but she chose not to think about that. She rolled onto her back, peering at Bradley from underneath her eyelashes. She loved watching him as he slept, he looked so peaceful, and since they had come here, the nightmares had stopped. She found this strange but she didn’t think too much into it. She had found doing that just caused even more trouble than it was worth. Eamonn sat in the lounge, staring blankly at the flatscreen television that had been mounted on the wall. He was sprawled across the sofa, a once cold beer in his hand. The bottle was empty, a few more down at his feet. He smirked as Loreli’s face flashed up in his mind. She was fun to tease and wind up, but it was Sammy he had been looking for. Of course she had run straight for Wilson’s bed, but he knew deep down she was thinking of him. He wondered vaguely if she remembered the kiss he had given her the night he had shot her. If only she knew how her arms had slipped so comfortably around his waist, how her lips had desperately moved against his. Those lips. He glanced at the clock. It wasn’t late, he could find her, and if not he could always find that Loreli to pass the time, she wouldn’t be hard to pry away from the pussy Bradley. He stood up grinning, interesting things always happened at night.
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