I wasn’t expecting this. I knew she… I mean, I thought she was good. I thought… I thought she was the only one that made it out with a rinsed brain.
Is it sickening to be hiding a smile while slamming an axe down into a kneecap? Probably. But there are far worse things happening out in the world. The only reason why STDs float around this rock is because of whatmen did to animals. What theystilldo to animals. So, if you wanna judge, go fuckin’, uh, find a cause to join, take that judgment to the rapists, which is probably what these assholes were.
Bun’s obviously not handling this too well. So, we’re punching ass to get this all up while Ora wipes her paralyzed face.
Picking the leg up, I toss it over to the pile Xene is throwing an arm on. He checks out the mess on his hand, almost falling into instinct of dusting his palm on his jeans, but instead of pretending to be halfway normal for the sake of Bunny standing in the spot I found her in, he sticks a finger in his mouth.
My muscles stiffen, hoping to God he gets a quick look at my severity before going too far.
Ignoring my scowl, he moans, popping his finger from his lips and shuffling around in sticky crimson to scope out the dude with a tent stake sticking out of his chest. “He’s diabetic. It’s a little sweet.”
Clearly disturbing Bunny, she slowly, and I mean fuckingslowly, moves her head on a swivel, catching him sucking on another finger.
“Xene,” I grit out, my hold on the axe tightening.
Realization stiffens his neck and he pulls his finger from his mouth, awkwardly dropping his hand back down and casting a side-eye to Bunny. “I’m just kidding.”
“Y-you just…” Sedately pointing at him, Bunny’s jaw falls.
Fuck.
“Are you that surprised?” I ask, pretending like I’m not swallowing a whole goddamn bubble of nerves. “It’s Xene.”
“It’s meee,” he skips around the body he just tasted, snapping over and ripping the stake from the guy’s chest.
Ora’s cheeks fill with a contained laugh, but I don’t find this funny, and Bunny growing gray in the face as the searing squelch flings blood between us is hollowing my organs.
Watching Bunny’s weight teeter, her lips draining to blue, I drop the axe near the guy that’s face down, rushing to her, making it just in time to catch her body going slack. “Shit,” I exhale, stabilizing her.
“Oh, fuck, Bunny! Are you okay?” Ora tries grabbing at her.
Holding Bunny to my chest, my eyes narrow at Ora. “Does she fuckin’ look okay?”
“Bite me,” she mouths aggressively.
“This is too much. I gotta get her out of here,” I tell everyone, positioning myself to get Bunny picked up in a cradle.
I hate that she’s limp. Her little body not tensing from my touch or feeding a pretty blush across her cheeks is trying to convince me that she’s dead, that I’m picking up the corpse of the girl I’ve been chasing.
“You would be the death of her.”
My head cocks each way, blinking hard. “I didn’t fucking do this.”
“Yes, you did.”
“You’re evil.”
“Everyone’s evil because of you.”
“You’re okay. Don’t listen.”
“Listen.”
“Freak!”
“Easy, man.” Cash sets a hand on my shoulder, easing himself into my bugging sight. “You’re holdin’. Bunny. Don’t start wiggin’ out… You good?”
“Yeah.” Catching a glimpse of Ora cleaning off one of Xene’s fingers, the veins in my face quake, pulsing to a hellbent rhythm.
