Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2016 22:46:17 GMT -5
Lane was upset, that much was an understatment. He came down from the skytram and saw a girl pass out into his sisters arms. Without saying a word he scooped her up and took her into a giftshop and set her down, Julie called out to him as he left but he didn't reply. He looked to his right and some some guy wearing a bandanna eating cotton candy. Lane didn't know who these people were and he didn't give a shit. He searched the park all day long and he hadn't found Charly yet. He she had to be somewhere. Maybe she wandered outside the park, maybe she had gotten herself in to trouble. He wenced and put his palm to his forehead. His head was split and pounding like a baseline. He just wanted the noise in his head to stop. He walked briskly towards the park entrance. Then he started to hear the voices. They were quiet at first and then they were screaming at him. Wait..... Those voices..... He recognized them. He looked down briefely to the tattoo on his wrist that had the graveyard with the tombstones of his dead friends. The tombstones had the names Alex, Carson, Nick and Hox; short for Hoxton. The familiar voices; ghost from his head screamed out him causing his headache to worsen.
Hox: "Hey Lane, brother it's been awhile, you know how fucking boring it is being dead?"
Alex: "He don't care Hoxy he's got himself a new lil piece of ass he's been hitting aint that right Laney?"
Nick: "He ain't hitting dick anymore she's dead.... you let Zane snatch her up man? Ain't instead of getting her back you went to an amusment park? Damn dude that's cold!"
Carson: "Don't listen to them man you know they like to give you a hard time, she's alive i know she is, but brother you have to snap out of this fucking haze your in or she's going to die!"
Lane started screaming at the top of his lungs to drown out the voices he had long forgotten. He forgotten how big of assholes most of his friends were, always bragging about who they screwed the night before and whatnot. It seemed fine before, but after seeing Zane's base and the fucked up things it inspired, why come to think of it his friends from befoe the outbreak woulda fit right in with Zane's sick fucking crew, all they needed was a little encouragement and a lack of law to keep them in check and they could have easily been that.
Lane: "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Lane turned to the closest wall and started punching it repeatedly, he punched the wall until his knuckles were bloody and his wrist felt like it was going to break and then he collapsed in the floor slouching against the wall. He began to cry. He cried because he was confused, he didn't know wheather or not Charly was alive or dead, his fragile mind couldn't make sense of his fractured world and he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't anymore. Did Charly ever exsist? Did Fritz or Brina or the two teenage kids? Had he really found his sister? Or was it all an elaborate dream he had alone in this god forsaken park? He had no concept of time anymore, though he had only been slouched against the wall for a few moments to him it felt like days, he began to wonder why he wouldn't get up and search the park again, trying to find her, maybe she was real, or maybe he was chasing his own tail chasing a figment of his imagination.
Lane: "Charly!"
Lane cried out for no one to hear it but the birds.
Hox: "Hey Lane, brother it's been awhile, you know how fucking boring it is being dead?"
Alex: "He don't care Hoxy he's got himself a new lil piece of ass he's been hitting aint that right Laney?"
Nick: "He ain't hitting dick anymore she's dead.... you let Zane snatch her up man? Ain't instead of getting her back you went to an amusment park? Damn dude that's cold!"
Carson: "Don't listen to them man you know they like to give you a hard time, she's alive i know she is, but brother you have to snap out of this fucking haze your in or she's going to die!"
Lane started screaming at the top of his lungs to drown out the voices he had long forgotten. He forgotten how big of assholes most of his friends were, always bragging about who they screwed the night before and whatnot. It seemed fine before, but after seeing Zane's base and the fucked up things it inspired, why come to think of it his friends from befoe the outbreak woulda fit right in with Zane's sick fucking crew, all they needed was a little encouragement and a lack of law to keep them in check and they could have easily been that.
Lane: "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Lane turned to the closest wall and started punching it repeatedly, he punched the wall until his knuckles were bloody and his wrist felt like it was going to break and then he collapsed in the floor slouching against the wall. He began to cry. He cried because he was confused, he didn't know wheather or not Charly was alive or dead, his fragile mind couldn't make sense of his fractured world and he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't anymore. Did Charly ever exsist? Did Fritz or Brina or the two teenage kids? Had he really found his sister? Or was it all an elaborate dream he had alone in this god forsaken park? He had no concept of time anymore, though he had only been slouched against the wall for a few moments to him it felt like days, he began to wonder why he wouldn't get up and search the park again, trying to find her, maybe she was real, or maybe he was chasing his own tail chasing a figment of his imagination.
Lane: "Charly!"
Lane cried out for no one to hear it but the birds.