Bridget sighed.
"I dunno, I think somewhere near the clothes shop, or where Septimus' camp was..." Bridget said, looking around the streets. Damn sense of direction
Dans hands began to shake slightly at the harsh tone of her voice. He was seriously wounded.
"Fuck..."
He followed them slowly, I didn't expect her to pick me, but...no one? And she still expects to flirt...
Tears began to fall down Dan's cheeks.
"I think it was towards the building, when we left, probably medium distance between here, and the building. That's just my guess..."
Wolfe looked around as he spoke, still holding the fuse.
Bridget started walking down the street, looking both ways every now and then for the store.
"Is that it over there?" she asked, pointing to a faraway distance. I wonder what'll be inside it if it is a weapon store
Hey guys, I have to clean my gerbil's cage, it should really only take about half an hour, so if you guys could have an argument until I come back? Please? No fighting. I don't want to come back to a corpse, and a wounded person still holding a knife.
"Because I don't want to settle down or anything right now. If I picked, I'd be pushed to only one person." she explained, feeling a little sad. Is that the weapons store?
"Look Dan, can we talk about it after we scavenge a little..."
"F-fine..." Dan was shaking quite violently, "B...but...you can't have more than one. In the end, there can only be one. Unless...y-you want to b-be a slut. L-like I said e-earlier..."
"Y-yeah..."
Then it hit him. The visions of the torture in the cahir represented the pain the Bridget was causing him. But why in that form.
When he closed his eyes, the figure in the chair received a knife to the chest.
"But we need to get this c-cleared up s-soon..."
"You don't seem okay...You're shaking like its fucking winter." Wolfe nodded. And the kid probably thinks he still has a chance with Bridget. He already stabbed her.
How much harder does he have to try to get her to hate him? How much harder can he try?
Wolfe nodded, solemnly. "So. You don't expect her to pick you...Yet you still hang around, and cause yourself pain..." That's my logic behind this entire thing...
Someones watching highlander and also sorry lack of posts I passed out on my laptop
Bridget was tired listening to these two ramble one. Stop calling me a slut
She walked into a large store, filled with different hunting accesories. She walked up to the counter and saw that the cash register was still there. Maybe I can take some money while I'm at it
Instead of checking the register she turned around and walked through the halls, a single light flickering above her. HUnting knife? Nah. Just take the swords
She came across an aisle that she would have labelled, sharp pointy things. It had all manner of melee weapons. Walking slowly down it she thought of her father, telling her about different swords. Lost in her thoughts, she stumbles on an overturned shelf and alsmo falls, but it able to retain control.
"I found something" she yells, examining a sheathed sword.
"Dan. We both know how this winding twisted road we're both in the middle of is going to end. You're basically causing your self physical pain as opposed to a simple emotion. That's what it sounds like to me. What it looks like to me. You're shaking out of the pain. It's quite logical that that's what it is..." Wolfe said, studying Dan.
"Look, I'm going to drop anything I have against you...Which I did have something against you for you stabbing Bridget...Though I see you weren't in control of your own body. Why? How does one lose control of their own body in such a way?"
Wolfe then walked away, into the store Bridget walked into...And began to look around. He soon walked around the back to see that all the fuses were fine, and that he could take them from the Wylex standard box just to have extra...
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