Another Perspective
by Kupo, 2008
"Oh no... oh no... what are we...?"
Her voice was clear, at least. Even with all the fuzzy noise around us, I could hear her. It may have helped that she was right by me and clinging onto me though. The tremors were getting louder as I ran. Yeah, bad. Definitly. We were being followed too.
"Chai! Someone's following us!"
Her heart rate sped up. Now she was worried. Great. I skidded to a stop, almost running out into the melee. Tanks, Rulerists, and the gangs, of course. Pausing, I weighed the possibilites. So far, going into a place where bullets could potentially fly at us, or letting whoever was following us getting too close were not high on my 'best ideas' list. Carrying a little Hekshanian on my back wasn't intelligent either. "D...De....Debay, wrap arms around my throat." My voice sounded off, as usual. It was blurred and low, cracked. The tremors in the ground... "Loud."
Debay snapped her head up from hiding behind my shoulder blade. Her light brown arm pointed east, where a relatively untouched alley laid. Good. That would be all we needed. "Hurrrryyy..." She didn't need to tell me twice. I ran as fast as my legs would allow me. The tremors told me that our pursuer was still stubborn in it's pursuit. Stupid idiot! Tanks, blood, guts. Something was eeriely familiar about this entire massacare and I didn't want to think about it. I wasn't going to snap like the others. I couldn't, right? I mean, what the hell would I do then? Might as well play that Roulette game. Wait, my arms are too long for me to properly aim. Haha. I could see a new body, thrown out and struggling to breath, right in our path. It was going to die, so I jumped over it. I was good at that.
I was good at playing the piano. I was good at fighting. I was supposed to be. I was good at making smart ass comments. I was good at hearing through tremors in the ground. My hands reach a little past my knees, so I guess I'm good at reaching things. Nails, not human, extended from them. Guess I'm not really good at holding things unless I'm being stupidly careful with them.
There it was, the alley. I shrugged Debay off, looking around. The end was blocked off by a few overturned cars and I thought a piece of a crane.
My nose was stinging.
My eyes were burning.
My ears were nearly empty, except for the fuzzy noises.
But the tremors were clear. He was right behind me now. Debay's voice was the only thing I could recognize, but it was terribly distorted. I did the only thing I could, I brought my leg up and twisted around, smashing it into the side of our pursuer. I could see the look of shock on his face as he was forced to the side by a few feet. Good, he lost his balance. I reached my left arm out, grabbing onto the strange Hekshanian's wrist, and planted my foot at his side. Then, I pulled.
It was a odd feeling. The twisting of the arm and then the tearing of flesh. I couldn't hear it very well, not anymore. Blood was everywhere on me. The metallic stench was overwhelming, overtaking the sting. My head was clear.
"Debay." I breathed, dropping the arm. "D-d-d-Deb-bay?" I turned, looking at her. "We... need to... move. Move... somewhere... wait." Something was charging the air, violently. It felt familiar. I didn't want it to be familiar though. There was another spot we could run to, surely...
A light.
Not a real light, but a light. I could see it. It was far, behind a car, but I knew it. The charging.
So that's why they were mobilized in such a way.
Grey was here.
No wonder.
Fantastic.
