Wow....There's a really good excuse....I'm just not gonna talk about it...
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[Pure Human - Doing a Thing]
Blake needed a moment to understand
where he was when he awoke. The world was zooming passed in with darkness,
driving rain and bright lights. It took longer than it should have for Blake to
realize that he was looking up at streetlights while riding in John's car. "Good
morning, princess," John said as Blake rubbed his eyes and sat up from his
slouched position. "How long was I out?" Blake asked. "Long
enough to have to be carried out," John responded without looking over.
"Any resistance from those things?" Blake asked as he turned his head to see there was someone in the back seat.
"Nah," John said "They set fire to the building and made for the hills.
"Whimps," Blake muttered as he looked to Bryant, handcuffed and holding his injured foot. "Why is he here?" John didn't look away from the road as he said "Would you prefer we leave him to his own devices?"
"I'd prefer if we tossed him off a bridge," Blake said "You can follow him, too. I thought you said you had him detained?"
"He was. I had to uncuff him and toss him in here after dragging your ass out."
"Then how did the building conveniently catch fire?"
"They did it," Bryant said in a low voice.
"And they spared you?" Blake asked, skepticism heavy in his voice.
"I guess they had better things to do."
John turned away from the road long enough to exchange a look with Blake. Blake then looked back to Bryant and shook his head. "I can shenanigans," he said "Those things don't tend to spare many in their wake. Two people I can think of weren't killed on sight, and those things instead messed heavily with both of them. So you're going to sit there and tell me that they passed you without even a second thought?"
"Are you honestly going to try and attribute rational thought or motives to those things?" Bryant asked. "Yes," Blake said without missing a beat "Because underneath all that monster and psychotic actions, they're ultimately human." Bryant gave Blake a stern look as the other man turned back around. "Where's your phone?" Blake asked John as he worked a cigarette into his mouth.
"In my pocket," John said "Can whatever you need wait?"
"Seriously?" Blake asked "Which pocket?"
"Stay out of my pants."
"Be mature. This is important."
"What's so important that can't wait five God damn minutes?"
"I just woke up from a Mister Anus attack, and you're wondering what the rush is? I need to call Matthew."
"What did you call him?" Bryant asked from the back, being ignored.
"If Matthew had an update," John said "I'm sure he'd have notified us by now."
"Maybe hearing what just happened to me will narrow down his search," Blake mumbled as he flicked his lighter.
"Probably not. I'm sure what Anus did back there isn't uncommon."
"What are you both, twelve?" Bryant said. "Can you not talk right now?" Blake said as he turned around with a freshly lit cigarette and looked to Bryant.
"I'm just saying," Bryant protested "There's a supernatural monstrosity out there, responsible for all the death and torment going around, that you're making fun of their name. You really think it wise to antagonize something like that?"
"I do," Blake said as he blew smoke at Bryant "And besides, Anus isn't the true monstrosity behind the death and torment. That would be you." Bryant glared at Blake as he blew more smoke and turned back around. "What have I said about smoking in my car?" John asked, annoyed. "Shut up," Blake said "I was doing a thing."
"Any resistance from those things?" Blake asked as he turned his head to see there was someone in the back seat.
"Nah," John said "They set fire to the building and made for the hills.
"Whimps," Blake muttered as he looked to Bryant, handcuffed and holding his injured foot. "Why is he here?" John didn't look away from the road as he said "Would you prefer we leave him to his own devices?"
"I'd prefer if we tossed him off a bridge," Blake said "You can follow him, too. I thought you said you had him detained?"
"He was. I had to uncuff him and toss him in here after dragging your ass out."
"Then how did the building conveniently catch fire?"
"They did it," Bryant said in a low voice.
"And they spared you?" Blake asked, skepticism heavy in his voice.
"I guess they had better things to do."
John turned away from the road long enough to exchange a look with Blake. Blake then looked back to Bryant and shook his head. "I can shenanigans," he said "Those things don't tend to spare many in their wake. Two people I can think of weren't killed on sight, and those things instead messed heavily with both of them. So you're going to sit there and tell me that they passed you without even a second thought?"
"Are you honestly going to try and attribute rational thought or motives to those things?" Bryant asked. "Yes," Blake said without missing a beat "Because underneath all that monster and psychotic actions, they're ultimately human." Bryant gave Blake a stern look as the other man turned back around. "Where's your phone?" Blake asked John as he worked a cigarette into his mouth.
"In my pocket," John said "Can whatever you need wait?"
"Seriously?" Blake asked "Which pocket?"
"Stay out of my pants."
"Be mature. This is important."
"What's so important that can't wait five God damn minutes?"
"I just woke up from a Mister Anus attack, and you're wondering what the rush is? I need to call Matthew."
"What did you call him?" Bryant asked from the back, being ignored.
"If Matthew had an update," John said "I'm sure he'd have notified us by now."
"Maybe hearing what just happened to me will narrow down his search," Blake mumbled as he flicked his lighter.
"Probably not. I'm sure what Anus did back there isn't uncommon."
"What are you both, twelve?" Bryant said. "Can you not talk right now?" Blake said as he turned around with a freshly lit cigarette and looked to Bryant.
"I'm just saying," Bryant protested "There's a supernatural monstrosity out there, responsible for all the death and torment going around, that you're making fun of their name. You really think it wise to antagonize something like that?"
"I do," Blake said as he blew smoke at Bryant "And besides, Anus isn't the true monstrosity behind the death and torment. That would be you." Bryant glared at Blake as he blew more smoke and turned back around. "What have I said about smoking in my car?" John asked, annoyed. "Shut up," Blake said "I was doing a thing."
