Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Christy stumbled forward as she was shoved, landing hard against the sinks. She was still struggling to catch her breath after Brody's blow to her stomach, and heaving over the side she coughed up a blob of spit and blood. Her jaw screamed with agony where the brass knuckles had connected, and probing around with her tongue she found her tooth had been chipped and cheek gashed open. Christy had never been hit in her life, never even once. She'd taken some hard blows while playing soccer and even broken an arm of course, but this was completely different. Why the fuck did you do that? she sobbed, glancing up into the broken filth encrusted mirror. They were still back there of course, interposed between her and the only door out of the bathrooms. Christy was certain if she could somehow get past them and outside, she could get away though. They couldn't outrun her, no way, anymore than she could outfight them. The sink sputtered as she turned the handle and splashed some of the metallic-smelling water up into her face. She rinsed out her mouth, spitting several times into the sink, before raising up to study herself again in the mirror. A dark red bump was forming on her cheek, and Christy didn't even want look to see what was happening on her stomach. It still hurt every time she breathed in. Dropping her eyes down, a piece of jagged glass at the edge of the broken mirror caught her eye. Reaching out quickly, she grabbed it, breaking it off, producing a little shiv of glass about four inches long. Christy then turned to face her two attackers again, not certain if they'd seen it, but determined to jam it in the eye of the first one who grabbed her, and then make a dash for the door and freedom. Huddled up in the dark cupboard, her knees pressed against her heaving chest, Tamara could hear her pursuers moving around, calling out to her as they checked the shop. Nigger, nigger, nigger. The word sent a shiver down her spine. Shed been called it once before actually, by some drunk redneck asshole when she was out clubbing with her real friends, but never in a context like this one. It served to heighten her already overpowering sense of fear. These lunatics were going to hurt her if they caught her, clearly, maybe even kill her. Just what had they stumbled onto out here in this fucking hicksville? Tamara continued to pray that they'd move on but seconds passed into minutes as they lingered. One of them bellowed something about starting a fire, and her heart paused for a beat. Would they do it? Would they try to burn her alive? She didn't know, but she did know she was not going to willingly crawl out of her hiding place and just give herself to them. Tamara wasn't that stupid. Something skittered up her bare leg and she glanced down, the crack between the counter doors illuminating an enormous black spider nearly as large as her land crawling towards the hem of her skirt. Without thinking, Tamara slapped her hand at it, knocking it aside, her knuckles slapping against the doors in the same moment. The right one opened just slightly, then swung back with a series of crisp bangs. Holding her breath, Tamara waited, ears straining in the suddenly deafening silence. Noooo, come on, she's fine. She probably wandered away to find the others. That's what you told her to do, isn't? Renee watched as Mel made a face, clearly on the fence, and she tugged her arm as further incentive to keep going. She hadn't come all the way here just to babysit her brainless little sister. There were still some sites around the park she wanted to see, places where the rumors she'd read online had placed the other accidental deaths as occurring, and it was starting to get late, the sun peaking down around the edges of the distant trees. Her pictures were going to look shit if they didn't hurry up. But her friend shook her head. No, she should be back by now. I want to check. You can go ahead though. I don't want to go ahead, Renee sighed, a bit melodramatically, again pulling at frees but more playfully this time, recognizing she'd already lost. When Mel finally made up her mind about something, she usually didn't budge. ...not by myself. What fun is that? Well, the bathrooms aren't far. It won't take but a minute And so, with a sigh, Renee followed, back towards where they'd last seen Christy disappear.