Post by texas00 on Jun 13, 2014 23:53:23 GMT -8
It has been 2 weeks since Ex-Agent South Dakota had decided to run away from the Meta, leaving her own twin, North Dakota, for dead. She has been ducking in old buildings, finding little food and water, and keeping away from any populated areas. Not that she had much to chose from considering the planet she was on had the city's and towns. She was starving since two days ago but today she couldn't feel it, and that wasn't a good thing. Her head was spinning and she just couldn't. At last she was able to find an small abandoned building and she lifted up her gun just in case someone tried anything stupid. "Hello?" She tried out her voice scratchy from not talking. No answer. That was good.
For the next hour or two she set up an small spot for her to sleep and when she did she couldn't tell if she woke up or not because he was there. "South." She flinched and sat up quickly. "North?!" She asked but when she opened her eyes again he wasn't there. Getting up she looked across the hallway. No one but a few rats skittering across the floor. Something was on the left side of the wall and she put her un-gloved hand up to it and flinched when she felt something warm and silky. It was red. Red blood. gasping she stumbled back and grasped the rail. It wasn't the first time her hands were covered in the life blood, that wasn't what bothered her. It was what was writing on the walls and bleeding out of the cracks.
Natalie Hawthorn is an murder
She killed me.
She killed her brother.
Her twin.
This isn't true. That wasn't true. She didn't kill him. It was the Meta. It killed North. It killed him. Liar. There it was again, the voice she kept hearing. It sounded like North too, which didn't help whatsoever. " Your not real!" She screamed and fell down. "Your not real!" That's it, keep yelling out lies. "I'm not lying you-" You may have not killed him all the way. But you didn't even help him when the Meta came, you made him weak. "I just thought that when the thing took Theta it would just leave him alone!" Wrong. He's dead because of you. The blood didn't stop and she had no idea if it was even real. It felt real. It felt syrupy and hot almost as if it burned her skin. Did she really? Did she really kill him? Just...so she could get away?
Suddenly she passed out as the life blood trickled up her legs and felt it like acid as it bored into her eyes.
When she woke up it was dark outside and there was an rat nibbling on her pants. Kicking the vile thing away against the wall she heard it let out an squeak as it lay still. Getting up she touched her eye lids to make sure they were not burned off or still dripping with blood. She needed to keep moving. Whatever she was doing she needed to move on.
But whatever happens. She will make sure she is dead when she gets the ammo.