A Bear Ripped With Love[closed]
Sept 14, 2007 19:45:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 19:45:08 GMT -5
[Closed for Shane]
Sometimes the stuffed animal clinging to your every being isn’t enough to keep you from falling apart. From falling to the ground weeping hysterically, or going out and getting yourself hurt. Even chocolate button eyes couldn’t keep me still; not even an arm ripped from love. Sometimes insanity is a sign of medical unhealthy, malnourishment, or an unloving home. Do these things connect? Or am I a new case?
The falling feelings of having a boyfriend always seemed to be my security, but I didn’t feel the same when I was alone. Maybe it was the pain throbbing in my side, but either way, it hurt and I was going to die.
Falling cliffs, ragged edges, effortless time, and they all seemed to lay about in one great potential to relieve stress, and pain, but it also seemed like something else. It looked like a place where pain could easily be obtained, maybe that was why it was so captivating to so many people. Many people had claimed the area had powers, mystic beasts that unless you worshiped them would kill you. It very well could be the truth.
Encampments stood just beyond the cliffs, called the Sangue Hills, and it was the last place for safety, food, water, and shelter for the next fifty-hundred miles, depending on your direction. The cliffs were set up in a general circle, and they almost seemed impossible to exist, how their very rock form looked as if it would fall any moment.
Kammi trudged out of the just about only built building in this small town, and it was just about the only way these people made their munny. The landscape was pretty barren, but this was why they thought the hills were mystic, for they brought water and fertile soil to parts of the land they believed. Kammi threw her backpack over her back, secured her pistols on her belt, put a scarf around her head to pull back her hair, and walked away from the building, all the while holding her necklace, engraved with her sacred words from Ryou.
Nobody here could really tell her much from now on, except for the general direction of the next town, and gave her a small map of the landscape, but all the hills were from two miles in was a big blank space. No one had made a map that entered, and apparently no one had survived, or so it looked. But Kammi was going to venture through it, with all hopes of making it through alive to see Ryou again.
It had been about a month since the last time she saw Ryou, and in that time she had begun exploring this world that was so different from anything she had ever seen. The landscape was dim often, but would open up to oasis’ all around. It was amazing really, from desert to jungle. And now she wished she had started a map. Kammi had faced a few small challenges but nothing like she expected the hills to be.
Before Kammi had met Ryou she would have called herself insane, standing between reality and fiction, never taking things seriously, and just about breaking down. She had been fine for a long time, but what if it was a real medical condition now? Kammi was full of issues. She had always been the adventurous type, like many others out there nowadays, never able to stay in one spot. And after trying, she wasn’t doing it again.
So she took her first steps out of the town, if it was big enough to be one, and onto the trail that ended about five feet later. Kammi looked up at the first ragged cliff, coming down to make almost an upside down you, how did they stay up there?
And then she charged, from a jog to a run, to a flash, Kammi moved through the rocks and away from the entrance, away from any sort of civilization. She skipped away from rocks, shaking her head and pulling through.
It was mid lunch when she stopped, taking her bag off and pulling out a sandwich that consisted of cheese and ham, it was just about all they had at the town, and so she had packed about twenty of them. Kammi had heard the rumors of robbers hiding here, but because no one ever went in they never knew who they were. They could leave and night no one would know. Kammi had been feeling the constant sensation of someone following her, and with a flash she dropped her sandwich.
One on either side…two pistols…
One pistol in each hand, one point in each direction, but then there was a third. Each had their own weapon; sword, pistol, rapier. Kammi had a rapier, stuffed in it’s sheath at her side, but she couldn’t handle the three weapons. Each had their weapons pointed at her, they weren’t afraid to take on a woman, but didn’t mean they knew they would win, and would take their prize if they didn’t kill her.
A hand slid up her back, and down with a soft tap in a soft spot, that made her spin back and get him in the head with the cock of her pistol. He fell down on the ground with blood running down his forehead from a gash at his hairline. He was young, younger then her. What were they doing here?
I can’t kill him…
Before she could say another word she spun around and shot the pistol at the direct position of the heart of a man who could probably be the boy’s father. “Damn it!” One screamed from her side and flashed in an instant liked the rest, three were around her. The last breath of the father slowly flashed out. One of the boys lifted up the youngest off the ground, throwing him on his back before putting him to the side. The boy held a rapier, and thrust it at her.
Kammi dodged, gripping the rapiers blade by mistake and scraping her hand, ignoring it she unsheathed her rapier and dug it into his stomach. The fourth by, no doubt older then Kammi by a few years came down hard on her head with the butt of his own pistol, knocking her unconscious.
“Damn the imbeciles…” The oldest picked Kammi up and walked to the edge of the cliff they fought on, “Take it like a woman…” And threw Kammi to the nearest ledge, claiming her rapier and pistol. It wasn’t Kammi’s best fighting, and maybe it was because hse felt like she was becoming weaker constantly throughout the days. The eldest walked to her bag and dumped it across the ground, sandwiches, two pairs of clothes, a shiv, and a stuffed animal with a ripped arm. Newly bought from a thrift store about a month ago.
The boy left nothing but his father’s body, the bear, and some clothes. No munny was left, no shiv, no food, no NOTHING! Kammi lay unconscious all the meanwhile.
So robbers weren’t a myth.