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Post by Raechelle on May 2, 2009 9:27:36 GMT -5
Please let him be hallucinating, she thought to herself as she turned around.
Her bad luck would have it that he wasn't. The bird was back, and also very angry looking.
"Tim, this is very very bad. What are we supposed to do? I can't fight the bird!" she whispered in his ear.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 2, 2009 9:30:12 GMT -5
"Why would we fight the pretty birdy?" he asked confused. "I don't feel so good..." He leaned over, hloding his head in his hands. The bird cawed loudly and Tim stuck his tongue out at it.
"I get it, that birdy isn't very nice," he said. "Take this." He handed her the dagger.
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Post by Raechelle on May 2, 2009 9:33:41 GMT -5
She sighed, acutely aware of just how slim their chances of survival were. A dagger wasn't her weapon of choice, especially since it would involve getting very close to the mutant bird.
Tim had his head in his hands, obviously in a lot of pain, also obviously out of his mind. She gripped the dagger, knowing that whatever she did would decide the fate of them both.
"Okay...here goes nothing," she said, preparing to fight the bird.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 2, 2009 9:37:09 GMT -5
Tim struggled for some sanity, but he just giggled, painfully aware they just might die today. Oh joy.
"Ow, ow, ouch," he muttered. He watched the girl perpare to fight the big fowl. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Zenith.
"You can do it," he said softly, before feeling the blood start to congeal on the back of his neck. Eww...
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Post by Raechelle on May 2, 2009 9:44:56 GMT -5
The bird flapped its wings and jumped down from the tree. Zenith could almost swear that the ground shook under its weight. The thing was easily twice her size and weighed much more than she did.
The bird cawed loudly and charged in at her. She raised the dagger, still not sure what she was going to do. She raised the dagger and heard it go into one of the few vulnerable spots on the bird.
Its eye.
It shrieked and clawed her left arm, easily tearing through the unprotected flesh. "Ah!" she cried and fell to the ground, still clutching Tim's dagger.
She heard the bird fly away and silently sent a prayer of thanks up to her mother. Now to find a way to get Tim and herself safely back to Camp...With her now injured.
She took a look at the wound. Three gashes, each stretching from her shoulder to wrist, were bleeding heavily. "Tim...we may have a problem," she said weakly, already feeling faint.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 2, 2009 9:48:28 GMT -5
Tim smiled slowly. "Are we going to die?" he asked, eyes hazy. He tried to keep them open, and looked at her wounds. Not good.
Well, he had wanted to go sane, but maybe it wasn't so bad. It was almost peaceful, like falling asleep...
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Post by Raechelle on May 2, 2009 9:54:02 GMT -5
"We're not gonna die," she said, pulling him up with her right arm. "We're not all that far from Camp."
Even as she said it, bright lights started to swarm her vision. She was losing way too much blood way too fast.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 2, 2009 9:56:46 GMT -5
"Where are you going to go? I think I might go to the field of Aspho- whatever. I hear it's nice this time of year," he said. He reached out to grab her shoulder suddenly. He felt her wince with pain.
"Lots of blood. Hello? Can anyone hear me?" he raised his voice. Nothing. Great.
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Post by Raechelle on May 2, 2009 10:00:42 GMT -5
She groaned and started to lean heavily on him. "We're not going to die," she said obstinately. "Not today."
Blood dripped down her arm, splattering her jeans and probably getting all over Tim.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 2, 2009 10:20:14 GMT -5
Tim's unfocused green eyes settled on the blood dripping on her jeans and his shorts, even down his skin. He gagged a little at the smell. "Not today," he repated.
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Post by Raechelle on May 2, 2009 10:22:54 GMT -5
She looked at him, with his hair matted with blood and eyes glazed over with pain. "...no...not today," she said.
And then everything went dark for her.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 2, 2009 10:33:49 GMT -5
He smiled, she looked peaceful now, her eyes closed, chest rising a falling slightly. Then something kicked in. The bleeding... it needed to stop. He pulled at his sleeve, ripping the fabric off. One sleeve wasn't enough. Then he saw the sweater around her waist. He hoped it wasn't one of her favorites. He wrapped it tightly around her arm. Then he sat back and chuckled, all the pretty red was gone.
"All better," he said hazily.
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Post by Raechelle on May 2, 2009 10:42:21 GMT -5
She thought she could hear Tim say something, but everything was hazy. It was like she wasn't in her own body, like she was observing from above.
She felt pressure put on her arm. "Ow," she muttered, still very much out of it.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on May 2, 2009 10:57:07 GMT -5
"Need help. Someone?" Tim called softly, then slightly louder. He thought he sa something move, but maybe he was hallucinating. "Please?"
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Post by Raechelle on May 2, 2009 11:02:17 GMT -5
She was sure she heard Tim call out this time. "We're...not gonna die," she murmurred once more before completely succumbing to unconsciousness.
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