Alf nodded, “Okay…” She pulled out a smoke from under her vest to make sure she still had one, conveniently she did. But she still wasn’t one hundred percent sure about this. He was putting a lot of trust in her, “What am I suppose to expect for the person?” She didn’t want to take any more chances of screwing up more as much as she could.
Darla was walking back, kicking at the ground, her hands and sleeves were covered in the paint off of here face as she tied to smear it off. She reflected sadly. No she wasn’t having as much fun as she might have been, but she didn’t want it to end like this. She had so much more she wanted to say, “… Guess you never can tell when something is going to end.” She tried to put it in perspective of a real war, and how she’d be dead now without saying everything she wanted, without overcoming things she wanted, without doing what she wanted. It was a depressing walk for her as she was left alone with her thoughts. Not to mention difficult, she had to rest here and there on a tree or she’d loose her ability to go forward or would fall.
All of a sudden, arms wrapped around Darla’s shoulders and she was about to scream when her mouth was covered.
“Hello, my darling Darla ~” Avery sneered.
Though Darla’s mouth was muzzled, the words she was spilling out were understandable, “Idiot” “let go” and more.
Avery released her, taking a step back, but it wasn’t far enough, Darla hit her with her paint gun, but as she did that is misfired and spat out a round in her stomach, causing Darla to fall back, “It hurts…” She held her hand over the area.
Avery dived down, “Hey, are you okay? Darla?”
“No! I’m not okay. Does one curled up in pain on the ground saying it hurts look okay?! This is your fault...” She was fighting back tears, she looked like she wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t let Avery see any tears, “What are you doing here?” She said in a strained, pain-filled voice as she attempted to get up.
Avery was trying to help, but was denied.
“Don’t touch me!”
“I just wanna help.”
“You’ve done enough.”
“…” Avery sat there, she feeling a little guilty, “I was coming to walk you home, so you wouldn’t have to be alone. Here, I can get the paint off your face.” Avery had pulled out a bandana, beginning to reach for Darla’s face.
“No.” Darla tried to lean away, “Avery, s-stop, no—“
Avery grabbed Darla’s arm so she wouldn’t lean back anymore, “Keep doing this and I’ll lick this, then wipe your face.” She smiled devilishly at this.
Darla scowled, remaining quiet and still, letting Avery finish, after freeing her arm.
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