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[randomsbastard]

If you've ever been hunted, you know it. The feeling of eyes following you, the point where the crack of a twig takes on far, far more danger than should be possible. It isn't that anything is out of place. Its just a feeling

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[song_tra_bong]

She'd been keeping to herself the past few days and came outside to clear her head.

Now she's regretting it.

She'd call it paranoia, but paranoia keeps her alive.

She freezes, hands in her pockets. "Somebody there?"

[randomsbastard]

They're deep enough, now, that the line between Milliways and Dreaming isn't just blurred, its obliterated.

Its the only reason Martin steps out. He still looks like a geek, with his blond hair messed up and his thumbs tucked into the pockets of his jeans. Random's eyes, Random's bone structure made tall and thin, Random's "I'm going to kill you and enjoy every second of it" smile.

Yeah, he looks like a geek. For an Amberite.

[song_tra_bong]

"Martin."

She takes a step back.

you always liked it better when they ran

She holds her ground, for now.

[randomsbastard]

"Sex blond."

He responds, taking a step forward,

"We talked about dad."

[song_tra_bong]

Her stomach twists.

"Yeah, we did."

and I fucked up again

and you're gonna have my blood for it

[randomsbastard]

"Yep."

He's responding to her speech, not her thoughts. The smile, however, doesn't fade.

He doesn't hold back, this time, when he moves toward her and catches her stomach with a fist.

"We did indeed."

[song_tra_bong]

She doubles over, breath driven from her lungs.

She can't speak, can barely think. She staggers back, only to trip over her own feet and hit the ground.

gun's upstairs

not that you'd use it

remember how to breathe

[randomsbastard]

"I don't have anything here to call my own, Sex Blond, and watching you fuck up something I can't have? Its enough to make a man irrational. This is what it feels like,"

he informs her, putting the toe of his shoe into her side with the tender and loving care of a car grill through a rabbit,

"when your kidney bursts."

[song_tra_bong]

She curls into a tight ball, in too much pain to scream.
last time I saw you you looked so much older
Her breathing is ragged and more like wretching than anything else.
your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
One hand claws at the dirt in a feeble attempt to lever herself up.

[randomsbastard]

He waits until the fingers are half-under the palm, and then steps down on it.

Call him 180lbs. Thin, but dense and muscular. Wearing heavy soled boots.

"Humans have 27 bones in the hand."

He crouches to look into her eyes, his face is as smooth and unconcerned as if they were talking over scotch. Less so; the pose of rage is replaced by a killer's calm.

Ramon's madness looks out of Random's eyes.

[song_tra_bong]

It feels like the majority of those twenty-seven bones are now broken. She screams, high and brief.

Her eyes try to focus on his face; it's harder than it should be.

Fingers twitch, something broken shifts, and she quickly gives up.

[randomsbastard]

"He fucking loved you."

His voice hisses, and he reaches over with two fingers to crack her nose up high between the eyes,

"He accepted you for what you are, over and over, and you fucking hurt him. You don't get to do shit like that."

[song_tra_bong]

Her face contorts, but she stays silent.

you don't get to do that

time to pay the piper

[randomsbastard]

"Believe it or not, Sex Blond, you had the world."

He says as he stands up again and kicks her across the clearing with a well-aimed boot to the ribs,

"And you fucked it up for a couple of orgasms."

[song_tra_bong]

whore

She stops when her back connects with the base of a tree. She thinks she hears something snap.

world word unspoken unheard

oh my people what have I done unto thee

[randomsbastard]

"You hurt my dad. You betrayed your friends. You betrayed my uncle. You hurt my dad."

There are twelve pairs of ribs in the human chest. If he were a little more coherent, Martin would inform her of this.

As it is, he just snaps them with quick, brutal jabs as he snarls;

"You hurt my dad. He would have forgiven you and forgiven you and you went out and did it again."