((OK, I've had this thing swimming around my head for days. For backstory; Zephyra and Carmel have been wandering around for days. Got that? Then continue))
Carmel
"Carmel, practically nobody's around," Zannette said, green eyes looking around. I didn't doubt her about that; after all, she had something like 21:20 vision for flying or something. However, that didn't mean that nobody would leap out on us as soon as we stepped out.
"No," I said through her.
"Please don't do that."
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have torn my tongue out."
"That wasn't me."
"Oh, yeah, right, you're schizo, and your other personality, what was it, Zephyra, is a psycho. Makes perfect sense, freak."
"We are going out of these bushes, or I'll gouge out your eyes."
I did not argue when birdie when crazy like that. We stepped out, and I screamed. There they were, Viper, Nick, Zack. They'd obviously joined forces, and they were going to kill me.
"No! You'll never get me! Never!" I scream through Zannette, Zephyra, whatever. I begin to run.
Zephyra
Crazy went running off, while everyone else stood around staring at her.
"What the hell is she doing?" Zack muttered.
"Looks like she's going for the train tracks," breathed Nick. I smiled. This was worth watching.
She stopped, bent double to catch her breath. Weak. The freighter was coming, lights beaming on Carmel's torn, sparkly clothes.
Everyone else winced as the scream pierced the air. I was right; it was worth watching.
