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I was being dragged, that's all my blunt senses could decipher. The rough earth was raking along my exposed back, I opened my eyes, only to confont more blindess. My eyes were covered, I had to use my body as my vision. A tight coil around my wrists and ankles told me I was bound, a gritty piece of cloth that was wrapped around my head and into my mouth muted my pleas for help. The cool whisper of a breeze aginst my sweating torse told my I was naked from the wasit up. The jagged gravel and soil of gound was replaced by a smooth cool surface, the trailer. I was being propped up. With a immense flash of light my blind was removed and I squinted past the dawned sun. "have a nice sleep?" Kenneth asked, from his towering stance above me. Before I could ask what was going to happen a sharp boot to the ribs silenced my rebel. I spotted Jane and Jennifer bound in similar fashions, and laid up against the logs, david was beside me, clearly unconscious limp like a corpse. Or perhaps hes was one. The livid red mark of the butt of a gun profusely stading out on his hairline implyed force was used to take him out.
I felt the rounded pressure at the top of my head and the cock of a pistol. My pistol. "wheres everything you got?" the brisk lemoned voice of the old woman snarled at me. "smith has it!" I snitched, avoiding her eye at all costs. "aw whats the matter sugar? Don't tell me that lil old me got you scared." her hoarse laughter sent rivets of chiills up my spine. "its not you that scares me. it's the gun at my head." I laughed along side her, feeling the insanity was contagious. "now…which ones smith?" She pressed on.
"the oldest one." I hinted solemly as I watched tweek spend a little more time than needed ravaging Jennifer and Jane with his eyes, a pevereted glint in those beady specctors. The old lady left me to my thoughts as I watched Jane come to. With a few jerks and huffs she regained life. She tuged at her bonds, and Tweek loomed over her, quieting her with a hiss in her ear. I lay frozen as I watched his hands travel up her tigh before she renched herself away, striking out blindly at her attacker.
My breathes were weighted and thick and ground my wrists against the bonds, a fury unbottled inside me. My mind was animalistic, primal… no better than the undead.
I waited until the kid had his back turned, he was tending to Jane, revealing her eyes to the world, ungagging her as well. I did a soundless scower of the area, Kenneth had gone with the old woman to find, totture or ransack Smith. The shivery girl was cowering in against the trailer, trails of brutal tears running down her cheeks. I had no idea where Billy was but I prayed he wasn't near enough to stop me.
Considering my feet where bound I had to use my sheer size to tackle tweek and maybe the motion would help me escape the poorly wrapped rope around my ankles. All I knew is I was tired of waiting around to be picked off.
Using the trailers side as a sort of helping hand I got to my feet, I managed to work on foot in front of the other but felt my balance slipping oily from under them. In a flurry of rash thoughts I lined up with tweek and let myself fall before using one last kick to thrust me forward, tackling the weedy boy to the ground before hearing a bone jarring crunch as he fell limp, neck scerwred slightly againt the log that his head had collided into. The force wasn't enough to snap his spine, but enough to knock him unconscious. Collapsing myself, I nearly toppled onto the now feverish Jennifer who was muffled behind her bonds. "Red! behind you!" jane screeched, her gag removed. I stuggled to turn over to see my attacker, before feeling a gruff hand rip me from the earth and fling me against the trailer. My head ringing as a small indent was left in the flimsy sheet metal. "fiesty one huh? We will start with you then." Billy chuckled at my futile attempts to free my binds and drew a long combat knife, little notches carved out near the candle, perfect for hacking through flesh and bone.
"it's a shame your so skinny, were running low on food, survivors are a rarity out here ya know? Yes I bet you do." He mused softly to himself as he cleaned the collected blood of his knife the his shirt tail. My mind was running like an egg. As if the impact had jarred more than my teeth. I was disoriented, and groggy. But the white hot razor of pain cleared my haze within an instant. I watched, teeth ground together as he drew the blad down my torso. Dripping in from the dip of my collarbone to the curve of my ribs. Tendrils of blood clawed free from the opening, souring the air with my anguish. "please…" I moaned as I watched Billy raise the knife high above his head, his eyes firmly set a point on my leg. I pulled all my muscles to me to brace against the pain, a lowly crutch for the agony that was to come. Deftly, he plunged the shank into my tigh, grazing my femur and sinking in a good 2 inches at least. My voice broke through my raw throat strong and full of torment. A few crows took flight at the outbreak, fleeing the conflict.
MY body confused in an onslought of pain and horror, but the rage returned. I lusted so soundly for life. A desire that rocked me to the core. I took it by the horns, and steeled my tortured body. Billy smirked as I glared up at him past my smarting eyes, and as he turned away to outcast a mouthful of tabbaco, I lunged, talckling him from the waist I forced him to the ground. A yelp of surprise and pain bubbled from his throat as I felt his leg twist in a inward angle as we landed together.
The next moments blended together, I stradled his legs to his sides using my own, sitting ontop of him I forced my bound hands against his throat, my pianist fingers, once used to create such beautiful things, laced around his throat. I felt every contraction of him attempting to swallow any amount of air sufficient enough to save him. His own hands met mine, prying the hold. I dug my curled fingers in deeper, biting through the flesh as I jammed my thumbs in as far I they could reach, I felt the unnatural misshapen wind pipe shudder with each attempted breathe. His attempts grew feeble, then ceased all together, his arms dancing by his sides, jerking like a headless snake. I refused to pull back, withdraw my fingers from his esophagus. Blood still pounded like a bass in my ears, I felt my own heart hammering the anvil of my ribs, the breathe was pinned up in my lungs, to timid to escape.
"Red hes dead, hes dead." Janes attempt to shake me back into a feverish reality only jarred me slightly. I felt as if I was swaying on the spot, like an uprooted weed, but looking down at my own blood stained hands they held still. Dead. Death. If I was slain, would my killer care so little for me as I cared for Billy? In the heat of the fight my survival instincts overcame my self conscious thoughts in myself that inquired if I had the power to end a life. Though I had done it times before. With undead I felt justified, I was cleansing the earth of the filth, but Billy was a human. A survivor, even if he wasn't right in the head. But maybe that was his way of making do in a hellish world. Become a demon to live amongst them.
It wasn't until my pants had slowly into dry heaves that I straightened up to my feet. Dragging my converse through the dirt I forced my numb fingers through the knots of rope around Janes wrist. I was cold. Despite the roaring heat that had kicked up seemingly overnight.
Silently Jane slunk over to free David of his bonds as I knelt down to untie Jennifer. Using one hand to slick back my sweat heavy hair I blinked a residue of sweat of tears from my eyes. Jennifer eyed me warily, all the while I waited for someone to ask if I was fine, to care. No one did.
As Jennifer aided Jane with lifting Daavid to his weak knees I let my fingers prob my leg. Gingerly I applied a gentle pressure around the lip of the wound. It ached in a reluctant response. A steady flow of blood exited through the hole in my jeans.
Stooping down I tore a strip of cloth from Tweeks shirt, careful to watch any signs of life from the unconscious boy. Tying the shirt tight over the wound I prayed the sweat and dirt wouldn't infect the cut.
A shrill scream made us all freeze in our tracks. Smith. I had forgotten about him. I wrenched the blade from billys hand and bolted around the other side of the trailer, only to see a small huddle in the distance, nestled amongst the stalks of grass. It was Kennth and Shila, giggling darkly over a shuddering figure. Smith. "fuckin freak!" I snarled as I broke into a sprint towards them. The thunder of footsteps behind me told me Jane was quick on my tail. "ill get Kenneth!" I barked over my shoulder as I let my fury saunter its way back into my veins. "grannys mine!" Jane laughed sinisterly as her sleek self bolted past me, Jane clotheslined Shila and took her to the ground with ease just as Kenneth turned to swat me away with his beefy hand. This man was like a bull, atleast a few extra inches of fat and muscle protected his vitals, rathen than me who barelt had half an inch of either. Kenneth must have been twice my size, but I took a swipe anyways. He caught my wrist just as I missed his stomach by an inch, tossed it away before socking me right in the temple. I was on my hands and knees withtin the instant, choking against the shock as my vision danced in and out of black. I had to get up. I spun on my heels, aiming to sink the knife into his shoulder, only he stopped me by gripping my forearm and ripping the blade from my fingers. My offense quickly fled to defense. I struggled to break his hold, turning my face face enough just to catch the tip of the knife on my jaw and it trailed about another inch down my throat. Not to deep, it wouldn't stop me. Nothing would. "Kenneth help me!" Shilas mangled scream was cut short as Jane slapped her across the face, roughly but I didn't understand why she was showing mercy to our captors. "Im busy!" the bear of a man growled as we began to circle each other, like in those moives. But it worked, we waited like snakes in a ditch for someone to make a move. "Billy!" came another futile caw from the old hag, "shut up you old bitch!" Jane continued to pin the woman to the ground, similar to me when I had choked out Billy. "hes dead. I killed him." I half laughed half boasted to Kenneth. I watched him nearly stop in his tracks, taking a hard time ot swallowing the fact that a lanky teenage boy had just killed his brother. "you killed my brother. Theyre gonna make you pay. Make all of you pay." The cynical dark humor in his tone cut my flesh worse than the knife had. They? I questioned silently as I watched Kenneths eyes flit up from me to my shoulder, where it leapt over and continued on into the distance. I half turned just to see if he would attack, but he was to entranced in the horizon to care. I turned.

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I was being dragged, that's all my blunt senses could decipher. The rough earth was raking along my exposed back, I opened my eyes, only to confont more blindess. My eyes were covered, I had to use my body as my vision. A tight coil around my wrists and ankles told me I was bound, a gritty piece of cloth that was wrapped around my head and into my mouth muted my pleas for help. The cool whisper of a breeze aginst my sweating torse told my I was naked from the wasit up. The jagged gravel and soil of gound was replaced by a smooth cool surface, the trailer. I was being propped up. With a immense flash of light my blind was removed and I squinted past the dawned sun. "have a nice sleep?" Kenneth asked, from his towering stance above me. Before I could ask what was going to happen a sharp boot to the ribs silenced my rebel. I spotted Jane and Jennifer bound in similar fashions, and laid up against the logs, david was beside me, clearly unconscious limp like a corpse. Or perhaps hes was one. The livid red mark of the butt of a gun profusely stading out on his hairline implyed force was used to take him out.
I felt the rounded pressure at the top of my head and the cock of a pistol. My pistol. "wheres everything you got?" the brisk lemoned voice of the old woman snarled at me. "smith has it!" I snitched, avoiding her eye at all costs. "aw whats the matter sugar? Don't tell me that lil old me got you scared." her hoarse laughter sent rivets of chiills up my spine. "its not you that scares me. it's the gun at my head." I laughed along side her, feeling the insanity was contagious. "now…which ones smith?" She pressed on.
"the oldest one." I hinted solemly as I watched tweek spend a little more time than needed ravaging Jennifer and Jane with his eyes, a pevereted glint in those beady specctors. The old lady left me to my thoughts as I watched Jane come to. With a few jerks and huffs she regained life. She tuged at her bonds, and Tweek loomed over her, quieting her with a hiss in her ear. I lay frozen as I watched his hands travel up her tigh before she renched herself away, striking out blindly at her attacker.
My breathes were weighted and thick and ground my wrists against the bonds, a fury unbottled inside me. My mind was animalistic, primal… no better than the undead.
I waited until the kid had his back turned, he was tending to Jane, revealing her eyes to the world, ungagging her as well. I did a soundless scower of the area, Kenneth had gone with the old woman to find, totture or ransack Smith. The shivery girl was cowering in against the trailer, trails of brutal tears running down her cheeks. I had no idea where Billy was but I prayed he wasn't near enough to stop me.
Considering my feet where bound I had to use my sheer size to tackle tweek and maybe the motion would help me escape the poorly wrapped rope around my ankles. All I knew is I was tired of waiting around to be picked off.
Using the trailers side as a sort of helping hand I got to my feet, I managed to work on foot in front of the other but felt my balance slipping oily from under them. In a flurry of rash thoughts I lined up with tweek and let myself fall before using one last kick to thrust me forward, tackling the weedy boy to the ground before hearing a bone jarring crunch as he fell limp, neck scerwred slightly againt the log that his head had collided into. The force wasn't enough to snap his spine, but enough to knock him unconscious. Collapsing myself, I nearly toppled onto the now feverish Jennifer who was muffled behind her bonds. "Red! behind you!" jane screeched, her gag removed. I stuggled to turn over to see my attacker, before feeling a gruff hand rip me from the earth and fling me against the trailer. My head ringing as a small indent was left in the flimsy sheet metal. "fiesty one huh? We will start with you then." Billy chuckled at my futile attempts to free my binds and drew a long combat knife, little notches carved out near the candle, perfect for hacking through flesh and bone.
"it's a shame your so skinny, were running low on food, survivors are a rarity out here ya know? Yes I bet you do." He mused softly to himself as he cleaned the collected blood of his knife the his shirt tail. My mind was running like an egg. As if the impact had jarred more than my teeth. I was disoriented, and groggy. But the white hot razor of pain cleared my haze within an instant. I watched, teeth ground together as he drew the blad down my torso. Dripping in from the dip of my collarbone to the curve of my ribs. Tendrils of blood clawed free from the opening, souring the air with my anguish. "please…" I moaned as I watched Billy raise the knife high above his head, his eyes firmly set a point on my leg. I pulled all my muscles to me to brace against the pain, a lowly crutch for the agony that was to come. Deftly, he plunged the shank into my tigh, grazing my femur and sinking in a good 2 inches at least. My voice broke through my raw throat strong and full of torment. A few crows took flight at the outbreak, fleeing the conflict.
MY body confused in an onslought of pain and horror, but the rage returned. I lusted so soundly for life. A desire that rocked me to the core. I took it by the horns, and steeled my tortured body. Billy smirked as I glared up at him past my smarting eyes, and as he turned away to outcast a mouthful of tabbaco, I lunged, talckling him from the waist I forced him to the ground. A yelp of surprise and pain bubbled from his throat as I felt his leg twist in a inward angle as we landed together.
The next moments blended together, I stradled his legs to his sides using my own, sitting ontop of him I forced my bound hands against his throat, my pianist fingers, once used to create such beautiful things, laced around his throat. I felt every contraction of him attempting to swallow any amount of air sufficient enough to save him. His own hands met mine, prying the hold. I dug my curled fingers in deeper, biting through the flesh as I jammed my thumbs in as far I they could reach, I felt the unnatural misshapen wind pipe shudder with each attempted breathe. His attempts grew feeble, then ceased all together, his arms dancing by his sides, jerking like a headless snake. I refused to pull back, withdraw my fingers from his esophagus. Blood still pounded like a bass in my ears, I felt my own heart hammering the anvil of my ribs, the breathe was pinned up in my lungs, to timid to escape.
"Red hes dead, hes dead." Janes attempt to shake me back into a feverish reality only jarred me slightly. I felt as if I was swaying on the spot, like an uprooted weed, but looking down at my own blood stained hands they held still. Dead. Death. If I was slain, would my killer care so little for me as I cared for Billy? In the heat of the fight my survival instincts overcame my self conscious thoughts in myself that inquired if I had the power to end a life. Though I had done it times before. With undead I felt justified, I was cleansing the earth of the filth, but Billy was a human. A survivor, even if he wasn't right in the head. But maybe that was his way of making do in a hellish world. Become a demon to live amongst them.
It wasn't until my pants had slowly into dry heaves that I straightened up to my feet. Dragging my converse through the dirt I forced my numb fingers through the knots of rope around Janes wrist. I was cold. Despite the roaring heat that had kicked up seemingly overnight.
Silently Jane slunk over to free David of his bonds as I knelt down to untie Jennifer. Using one hand to slick back my sweat heavy hair I blinked a residue of sweat of tears from my eyes. Jennifer eyed me warily, all the while I waited for someone to ask if I was fine, to care. No one did.
As Jennifer aided Jane with lifting Daavid to his weak knees I let my fingers prob my leg. Gingerly I applied a gentle pressure around the lip of the wound. It ached in a reluctant response. A steady flow of blood exited through the hole in my jeans.
Stooping down I tore a strip of cloth from Tweeks shirt, careful to watch any signs of life from the unconscious boy. Tying the shirt tight over the wound I prayed the sweat and dirt wouldn't infect the cut.
A shrill scream made us all freeze in our tracks. Smith. I had forgotten about him. I wrenched the blade from billys hand and bolted around the other side of the trailer, only to see a small huddle in the distance, nestled amongst the stalks of grass. It was Kennth and Shila, giggling darkly over a shuddering figure. Smith. "fuckin freak!" I snarled as I broke into a sprint towards them. The thunder of footsteps behind me told me Jane was quick on my tail. "ill get Kenneth!" I barked over my shoulder as I let my fury saunter its way back into my veins. "grannys mine!" Jane laughed sinisterly as her sleek self bolted past me, Jane clotheslined Shila and took her to the ground with ease just as Kenneth turned to swat me away with his beefy hand. This man was like a bull, atleast a few extra inches of fat and muscle protected his vitals, rathen than me who barelt had half an inch of either. Kenneth must have been twice my size, but I took a swipe anyways. He caught my wrist just as I missed his stomach by an inch, tossed it away before socking me right in the temple. I was on my hands and knees withtin the instant, choking against the shock as my vision danced in and out of black. I had to get up. I spun on my heels, aiming to sink the knife into his shoulder, only he stopped me by gripping my forearm and ripping the blade from my fingers. My offense quickly fled to defense. I struggled to break his hold, turning my face face enough just to catch the tip of the knife on my jaw and it trailed about another inch down my throat. Not to deep, it wouldn't stop me. Nothing would. "Kenneth help me!" Shilas mangled scream was cut short as Jane slapped her across the face, roughly but I didn't understand why she was showing mercy to our captors. "Im busy!" the bear of a man growled as we began to circle each other, like in those moives. But it worked, we waited like snakes in a ditch for someone to make a move. "Billy!" came another futile caw from the old hag, "shut up you old bitch!" Jane continued to pin the woman to the ground, similar to me when I had choked out Billy. "hes dead. I killed him." I half laughed half boasted to Kenneth. I watched him nearly stop in his tracks, taking a hard time ot swallowing the fact that a lanky teenage boy had just killed his brother. "you killed my brother. Theyre gonna make you pay. Make all of you pay." The cynical dark humor in his tone cut my flesh worse than the knife had. They? I questioned silently as I watched Kenneths eyes flit up from me to my shoulder, where it leapt over and continued on into the distance. I half turned just to see if he would attack, but he was to entranced in the horizon to care. I turned.