Chris |Group A
I read the note twice more. NOW SHE'S MINE. I couldn't get over it. It seemed like the melodramatic, unnecessary flourish of someone desperate, maybe whose evil endeavors were about to be discovered. In all honesty, it calmed me down a little bit. Mr. Mysterious leaving petty one-liners for his pursuers didn't exactly scream clever kidnapper, or even villain, in his case. "Now she's mine"? Pathetic. I could come up with snappier slogans. He didn't even leave it in code, the bastard. I'd seen plenty of spy and action movies; enough to know that "now she's mine" sounded more like the devil was claiming her soul than anything, and was neither original, catchy, nor smart enough to make the dialogue.
Personally, I would have went with a mysterious address or a demand, and then YOU HAVE 48 HOURS. or SHE'S DEAD: (sorry, I kill people when I'm pissed off.) MEET ME IN THE MEADOW AT SUNDOWN, OR I'LL KILL ANOTHER. Or GROW A PAIR AND FIGHT ME LIKE A REAL MAN. I'd even settle for the derogatory FUCK OFF. or the preliminary YOU'RE NEXT.. Maybe some anonymous riddle: FIND SARAH, or 1682 MK CRUISE SHIP, shit that made sense to neither him nor me, just to screw with his mind. I would go with Liam Neeson's "I have a specific set of skills...", but that was, no pun intended, already taken.
If all else failed—relative to the circumstances or not—I'd probably pull a pop-quiz. I've always wanted to do that. "Pop quiz, hotshot," I would say, "There's a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? What do you do? " Lou especially loved that line. I'd usually be Howard Payne and let him be Jack. I liked the Airport, gunman with one hostage quote more. I'd make Lou say the pop-quiz line just so I could say "Shoot the hostage." Just because it was, well, cool.
I realized I was basically just thinking of rewrites for Blue's ransom note. Shut up, Chris.
The note gave me some reassurance, anyway. I squeezed my fist shut, and the flame in the corner of the message withered to a char. I tucked the paper in my pocket. The smoke was still thick, and it was all I could do to keep from choking. The Giants hat that I had stolen from the beach had gotten lost somewhere along the way. My throat was rough and dry. My whole body was burning, or so it felt. I stumbled through the fog of the smoke, my eyes stinging and watering.
Suddenly, I arrived at the village. It appeared in front of me, fading from nowhere out of the smog. The fire was a good football field behind me now, and I gasped for breath. As I inhaled, the smoke found its way into my lungs. I coughed. I scratched my head; dried blood came off on my hand.
I forced myself to keep walking amongst the dirt-bricked houses, blinking the debris from my eyes. It was eerily gloomy and silent; gray clouds rolled in overhead, and the cobblestone walkways crumbled underneath my feet.
A short rumble of thunder sounded from the sky, and after a momentary delay, it started to rain; giant droplets falling heavily, quickly, and in great multitudes.
I looked up at the sky, throwing my arms out. "Thank you! Jesus Christ and God in Heaven, thank you." My arms fell, and the cool of the rain spread over me like a wet blanket until I was soaked to the bone. The water weighed my clothes down so they drooped over my body, and wilted my hair, but God, it felt so good.
And then, quite suddenly, I heard a clatter, shortly followed by a clanging from inside one of the cabins to my right. Alaska, I thought immediately. Maybe it's Alaska. I hoped so; that would pretty much clear my conscience for ditching her all alone in the middle of the jungle. I wondered how her leg was. I hoped it was better.
It searched between houses, until my eyes caught sight of a flickering light that seemed to be emanating from some kind of torch through one of the makeshift windows. I made my way to the window, a little warily. I bent slightly, and peeked inside. I was slightly taken aback, and I nearly jumped backwards. There was a girl's face there, unfamiliar, directly in front of the window. I kept myself composed and watched, mildly amused as she staggered back in horror. "There's someone in the window," I heard her say shakily. Her fear was strangely satisfying. I thought about thrusting my torso through the window and making man-eating zombie sounds, but figured I'd give the girl a break.
Instead, I stumbled in the doorway. Along with the new girl, my eyes found another body laying in the corner, her leg propped up on something. She half-knelt and bent into the light, squinty-eyed and curly-haired. I felt something like relief well up inside of me. Thank God she isn't dead. Alaska's pupils dilated in recognition. "Hey," I said, looking at Alaska, nodding at the other girl.
The other girl seemed to relax slightly at my greeting and at Alaska's mellow reaction. I got a good look at her. She was pale and slender, with inky black hair that dripped like chocolate syrup past her ears. Her eyes were large, round, green moons, widening like they were about to swallow me, or something. "What happened?" Alaska finally inquired, trying to stand. The new girl hurried to her side and placed an arm around her middle, helping her to her feet.
I cleared my throat; it was still screwed up from the smoke. "There's a forest fire a little bit back that way." I jabbed my thumb over my shoulder. "But in this storm, I doubt it'll last. Even if it does, we're in a good-sized clearing." Then I kind of laughed. "It's pouring buckets out there." My hands found my pockets.
"Oh," Alaska said, nodding, seeming to be thinking about my words. And then, her eyes soaking up the sight of me, "You're wet."
I smiled. "Thanks."
"Did you find her?" Alaska asked somberly.
I sobered up, scowling slightly. "Nah," I answered, fixing my glance on the torch in the far corner of the hut. "Nah, I didn't." I didn't bother mentioning that if I'd found her, she'd be with me. I didn't feel like worsening the mood. Instead, my eyes flitted to the unfamiliar face.
"Who's the new girl?"
Alaska's eyes widened, as if she'd forgotten something. "Oh," she said, biting her thumbnail and then adjusting her position against the wall. "This is Ezzie." Ezzie looked beaten up; her arms were bloody in several places.
"Hey," I offered to Ezzie. "Name's Ace. Don't matter what you call me. Ace of spades, ace of hearts, either or. I'm easy, you know."
"His name's Chris," Alaska cut in, talking to Ezzie but looking at me, like she knew something I didn't.
"Look who's playing the name game," I said, a smile teasing across my face, a little bummed out that she knew I'd been lying. It didn't exactly buy me any trust. If I wanted her to trust me, I shouldn't have lied to her in the first place, the smart and good part of me thought. I wished I could think like that more often. It'd save me a lot of trouble.
"Well, nice meeting you," I said to Ezzie when Alaska didn't respond. Her expression was one of bemused uncertainty, but she gave me a half-smile in acknowledgement, her hair flicking out of her face.
"We should probably spend the night here," Ezzie proposed. "It's raining hard, and it's not safe to walk around in the jungle at night." She looked nervous as her eyes fled to open window, and the unstable walls. And then she eyed my drenched clothing. My mind fled to the image of Summers's leg, tearing apart as his body contorted in the river current like a rag doll. It was like something hit me in the heart.
"Yeah," I agreed, swallowing my feelings, "Absolutely."
Alaska murmured something inaudible to Ezzie, and with her help, was lowered back to the ground. Ezzie went over to what I supposed was the kitchen area, and began foraging for any leftover canned food. I didn't bother telling her there probably wasn't anything to eat in there. Instead, I strolled over to Alaska and sat down beside her. I bent slightly and pulled my T-shirt over my head. I began to ring it out.
"Glad you're okay," I said to her, and meant it. She almost met my gaze before she looked away pointedly.
"You don't care," She stated simply, slowly and placidly crossing her arms. "Just like you didn't care when you left me in the jungle."
"I wouldn't be saying I care if I didn't," I told her.
"Why not?" She asked, turning towards me. "You've lied about pretty much everything else you've said to me."
I had no idea what to say to that; she was right, anyway. "I'm a dick," I said finally, my eyes narrowing and blinking. And then, "Just trust me."
She shook her head, avoiding my eyes, hugging her good knee with both arms. "I can't." I had finished squeezing the water out of my shirt. I viewed the aftermath; the giant puddle of rainwater soaking into the ground. I unraveled my shirt. It was still damp, but significantly less so. I put it back on over my head.
My hand slipped into my pocket quickly, and felt felt the crinkles of the paper inside. I promised to myself right then that I wouldn't show anybody. Showing the rest of them would just make the overall summary of things more complicated.
"How is it?" I asked her, switching the subject. I shifted closer to Alaska, looking at her leg.
"Fine," She said, wincing even as she thought about it. "It hurts, but it's fine."
I shifted to a a squatting position, one knee on the ground. "You're tough," I told her. "I've seen guys—" I shook my head, cleared my throat. "I've seen guys with stuff not even half that bad. Not even that banged up, like with a sprained ankle or a pulled hamstring, you know. And they're all babies about it." I laughed. "You oughtta see 'em, whining all the time."
She glanced at me, and held my gaze a little longer before her eyes winded down to the floor. "And what about you?" I heard sounds from the kitchen; it sounded like Ezzie was tinkering with some metal, or something. Maybe she had found something.
I arched an eyebrow. "I'm not saying I've never flopped before, but I'm not gonna come out and admit—"
"No," she interrupted. "I mean how's your head?" She leaned towards me, gently putting her hand up to my face. Her gaze settled on the gash on my temple. Her fingers brushed my hair out of the way. I sat still and didn't respond as her chin lowered, her nose centimeters from my cheek, her eyes narrowing. "Looks awful bad," she said.
I didn't say a thing, and suddenly her eyes averted, and she slowly sat back. Then I turned a bit, more towards facing her, and said in a low voice, "You know what?"
"What?" She asked softly, her big brown eyes tilting up to meet mine.
I took my hand from my pocket. "Maybe we should re-introduce ourselves. Like starting over, get what I'm sayin'?" Starting over. She chewed on the inside of her cheek at the words. I moved so my knee knocked against her hip, mostly on accident. I rubbed the back of my head; my hair was still damp.
She thought for a second, staring at my knee, and then said, a lilt to her voice, "Okay."
I waited a moment. Then I tried a charming smile. "Hi," I said, my hand reaching out into the air between us. "I'm Chris."
The corner of her mouth turned up in a smile. The shadows from the torchlight outlined her features, and her skin seemed to glow softly in a dim radiance. Then she took my hand, holding on, and said, her voice suddenly gentle, "Alaska."
"Aw, well, that's a good name," I said, keeping her hand before she pulled away.
"Chris is a boring name," she told me frankly.
"Duly noted," I said, laughing. And then something came over me; something about the way the shadow curved up her face and down the side of her neck, along her collarbone. About the way her shirt was pulled and twisted around, about the way her nose turned up at the bottom. I straightened up. I ducked my head and leaned in slow, and then pressed my lips to hers. Her entire body stiffened immediately, and for a moment, it was like kissing a wall. Her lips were wet and warm, and tasted like some kind of tropical fruit. I kissed her harder, my mouth curling around hers. Her back slowly fell against the wall, her curls and eyelashes brushing against my face, her one hand still in mine. I reached up and tried to guide her hands to around my neck, but she obviously didn't get the picture. One hand fell to my shoulder, and the other went up to my face, which was all right, I guess. My hands went to her hips, pulling her tighter to me.
I waited for her to either kiss me back (preferably—she tasted nice) or just plain out pull away (above all, doubtful). My breath hot on her face, I pulled back a little so there was just about an inch between us, and opened my eyes just enough to let her see them.
"Are you gonna kiss me back, or what?" I mumbled. I moved in closer.
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