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“C’mon, *****!” Davion barked with nothing left in his body as far as fear went and took hold of the nearest branch that was thick enough he barely could meet his fingertips and thumb when he gripped it tight. “Don’t just stand there! Batter up ***********!”

He felt the damage the walking carpet roll had to offer and knew there was more coming at him. He was good with it. Some got mowed down by cancer, some by the unfair hands of a fate dealt to them like his mother in the Trade Towers. Some lived through a hundred years and witnessed the world go from bad to worse despite all their efforts in trying to make it good. Davion hardly fit into any of those categories if they were to be applied. He was no one worth remembering. He was one of the countless expendables who put himself before his family. Though it could be said he often regretted it and even looked back he never changed his direction where he was heading.

The invitation was accepted before he had a chance to take a few practice swings of his makeshift Louisville slugger. From behind a tree a mash up of what appeared to be human, deer and Yeti snorted to announce it’s presence stepping in front and center. Davion’s eyes narrowed waiting for the first move that would lead to the smack down of massive claws and chomping of teeth.Defense was his only true shot of lasting longer than it took for him to polish off a packet of fries. Instead of what he expects something totally out of left field happens. He barely has time to **** his head in case he was seeing things.

What is that in it’s messed up hands?

He finds out as the sound he is quite familiar with rings out and he is sent backward. It wasn’t the first time he was nearly lifted off his feet by a hot piece of lead drilling its way through his chest. A gun?They had guns?! He barely had time to gasp in shock when his body landed with a thud. He cried out from the pain and clawed at the wound as if he could remove it. All he could think of is that if he was going to die no one would ever believe what killed him. Just as he was ready to get back on his feet and go down fighting the mess of walking nightmare was gone. With the branch still in his hand he rolled and scurried off for some sort of cover. Anything he could find was better than standing out in the open ready to be attacked again.

“It can’t be real.” The hiss of his words trailed behind him as his breathing became increasingly labored. “No way in hell any of this is happening. I need to wake up.”

A few slaps to his own face did nothing but leave his sweating face burning. He refused to give up if he could still move. Covering what seemed yards of exhausting distance involved beating his way through thick shrubs and over fallen trees until he staggered into the first massive upright trunk he came across. He could smell his own blood soaking his shirt as he hugged the massive pine like it was a life preserver tossed to him. He found it just in time. The sounds of screams and the ground rumbling from what sounded like a stampede had his fingers clawing his body to the opposite side of the tree. A raised surface on the trunk caught his frantic fingers. He looked up. A series of thick planks of wood were up fastened up the tree. Something was up there. And as the pounding of whatever was coming grew louder he decided not to waste time finding out what it was. Up he climbed like a squirrel desperate to protect it’s own nuts. Deer stands saved lives.

“Kick it’s ***, ***********.” Davion was regretting being clean as he listened to the tweaks protests. He was going to remember this **** for too long to be comfortable with. All of it. “Stop ******* around.” He advised while trying to pull at his upper clothing to make the material useful beyond sticking to him like a crusting up layer. He should be making a tourniquet or something. “And then I am going to kick yours soon as…” He felt a stabbing pain in his chest that cut off his words. He groaned at the feeling of things getting too tight around his chest and neck and dropped flat on his back. “**** it. Pretty sure I am dying here.”

Davion was losing blood but still trying to get his *** into some sort of position to inspect his collateral damage. He had some. More than he was prepared to invest in this whole nightmare of where the wild things are. He dropped to the minimal flat ledge and tried to stretch out his legs which did nothing but cause more pain than he already had. He could see his fresh pink meat of his upper thigh shimmering with the blood pumping and pooling over the top of the first wound he set eyes on.

Crash’s squealing was doing little to rouse him from his current vantage point. Not many who get shot in the chest by a walking Yeti with a rack and a gun in claw live to tell the story to the first ****** they come across. Davion was either going to make it out with a tale to tell or he was going to be chewed up and spit out like...well the dumbass that just walked into the forest like they did. He leaned over to find Crash putting up a fight with some guy who apparently came out of nowhere. He rolled to get a better view, lips open but not saying a thing. That didn’t stop his mind from calling it like he saw it.

Who the **** is this clown?

His exotic pools of indigo fixed down on the brother with an impressive blade wielding for some of the action. Crash was slicker than **** coming out of the guys hold. He shook his head slowly at the short lived grappling session. Crash was a spindly guy but he been in a few holds to know how to get his way back out. He would use whatever it took just like any black and white striped critter when cornered.

“I’m roosting, *****!” That is when the black knight below got his turn on the dance floor and had his number called. Davion rolled on his back and chuckled until blood spurt out of the small hole in his chest.“Gonna show ’em, young.”

It was just like his Dad used to say when Davion was still small enough to handle with a military grade temper and a leather belt. What happened next with the swordsman was pretty much a repeat of what happened to his own *** except the brother actually came out a little less bloody. He was about to tell him to call the Avengers for back up when the ***** got some serious attitude.

“Awww, know what...**** you man.”

Davion was fanning his hand like the one calling him him a pussy was that easy to dismiss, which it was until the small flat support beneath him gave way from a single and well executed shot. He landed with a hard thud sending up whatever was light enough to float out of the way as he did.
“What was that?” She froze like a deer caught in the bright lights of a late night poacher. “Enver? Do you see anything?” Her hand slid to the weapon on her hip and pulled it out. As she prepared it to do business if needed her full lips moved slowly, her eyes sweeping to the left then back to the right. “Don’t move. I smell…” Her nose was getting flooded with something familiar but it couldn’t be...could it? Her face scrunched up as it increased. “What the hell?”

Davion was hearing a odd combination of things happening at the given moment. There was a set of bells ringing in his ears. It was not as concerning as was the rhythm of his own heartbeat between his rattling wheezing. He was no doctor but he was pretty sure the rythm was now irregular and increasingly labored. Falling *** first from a deer stand likely at fault as well as the beast of a ******** that fired the impressive shot. Armed and dangerous Yetis. That **** was no where else to be seen outside a movie theater.

Who could possibly think it up? It was so god damned crazy it was actually real. What in the hell had he gotten himself into?

Some wanted to know if there was a God and that they were forgiven for all their wrong doings before their flame was snuffed out. Others wanted to know the meaning of life. **** all that noise. He wanted to know before he was kicked off his grand yet short stay on the main stage who the ringleader was for the freakshow nightmare he was forced to ride out. A call of the wild raised quickly. Was this the sign he asked for? The battle cry of someone ready to go balls on full blast at the carpet bag coming at them had his head turning to find the blade wielding stranger ready to rock and roll. Yeah, and he also wanted to know if this particular brother survived. He raised a fist to show his support. The regretted it when it became impossible to bring it back down.

He saw it for what it was. On his back he was sort of the ruled out as the last man standing and in this case it was damn fine for him. Nothing a little weed or better couldn’t cure once he got his hands on some...if he was that forunate to leave in one damn piece. Crash owed him. And that is when it appeared as if the tweak was actually pulling through on it. His twigs for arms stretched out like two white lines standing between him and...what the hell? Someone was calling out for Crash. There in the Canadian boondocks his former crackhead customer was all but nude and surprisingly a rather popular guy. Could it get any more bizarre than that? Yes. If someone showed up and saved his own *** that would certainly do it.

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Outside the obligatory hop and weave around the proof that Crash was in fact not far from where they were, Indigo kept up hot on Enver’s heels. Despite the sinking of her shoes into the moist earth below she managed to be right behind him like a modern Jackie Brown. The bullet in her back did little to slow her down. Through the random sharp bite of thorned and barbed bushes she continued right behind Enver. The clearing adley had left behind salvaged most of the material on her frame as she kept an eye out for any signs of wild things. The young allurist was more than ready to take aim and fire at the first thing that jumped between her employer and the two they were searching for.

“Adley?!” She called out figuring it would better to be safe than sorry while getting deeper into the unknown. The sounds of cries left her imagining all sorts of dilemmas and possibilities of their sources and conditions. “That doesn’t sound good.” Her pace picked up.

Davion was still supporting the sword wielding black knight with his arm stuck straight up like he could hold the reins of any steeds if they were brought in. Even that and the pain that could only be described as that of a cantaloupe sized pine cone shoved up his *** in the impact of landing couldn’t hold a candle to the name he heard coming from the guys lips with another demand to leave. When Davion heard ‘Indigo’ he found that he the strength and willpower left to turn what parts of his body would allow it to get a look at the direction the filleted brother with a serious set of balls was barking.

A cloud of golden ringlets appeared as a woman rushed in stopping quickly to the point the cloud of gold topping her head went forward falling into her face until her hands scrambled to collect what was out of place and brushed it all back. It was then that the set of unmistakable eyes that had haunted him all the years since he last saw them found him. He couldn’t move, his chest stopped rising. He tried to inhale but he was sure he had taken his final breath. There she was. The vision of his not so little sister was coming to him for the last time. This was what it came down to. He dropped his head to the ground beneath his arm and watched her for as long as he had left to live. Indigo. He knew his mind was finally disconnecting.

It was then as he continued to watch like all of the scene currently playing out was on some big drive-in movie screen. Indigo’s eyes predictably narrowed in defiance. Her face bunched up so her brows furrowed and finally met to knit together. Davion had seen it, inspired it in her so many times before when she didn’t get her way, when she wouldn’t back down. He had no air left to work with but somehow at that very moment he laughed. Despite the loss of all hope that anything different would happen but his death he let loose a laugh that was going to be his last. The world never stood a chance when she got like that. Which is exactly what she did next.

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“Oh hell no!” Her voice was coming from somewhere that felt as solid and impenetrable as a steel wall. There was no way was he going to be spilling his guts and get sent to the one place that she would go a hundred times over to keep him from ever seeing again. No one was there for him before when it happened. This time was different. He wasn’t alone and he wouldn’t even be in this mess if it wasn’t for her. “No way in hell you are telling me to…” Her focus tore from Adley to the roll of Crash’s bare body over and over. “You son of a …”

She was ready to go hands-to-neck for the cause of her current troubles when her boss had her swallowing her last word as he went about unbuttoning his shirt like it was going to be useful in the attempts to spare it damage because he would be wearing it later. Her jaw tightened as the emotions she had never fully experienced to the point of overload starting rising quickly within. A full force volcano was forming in the allurist at an alarming rate. Adley’s guts are turning into fertilizer and Enver is pulling some slick move and telling the massive mutated beast Crash was his with such ease it could very well have been scripted somewhere. It didn’t end there. The loud and proud vampire offered up some verbal reassurance to Adley as well. Great now he was a superhero.She was about to ask him if he had lost his mind when he somewhat proved it and shocked her even more-which was surprisingly possible.

“What in the hell are you doing?!” She growled as he babbled about lions and said he was good to go. How could this be happening? No time to wait for an answer. It was then that his body went all sorts of wonky, twisting up then finally disappearing altogether leaving his clothes behind in a pool where he once stood. “NO! Get your *** back here NOW!” Her ears felt on fire as did the rest of her skin as she reached out quickly yanking the various items of clothes apart and giving them a fierce shake. “This is NOT the time to disappear!”

There at the bottom of what was newly sprung blades of grass a brilliant colored beetle stood out sorely in the sprigs of fresh growth around it. She felt a piercing shiver race down her spine.

“No, no, oh hells NO!” She had only one repulsion that would hold her back and that was with bugs. She wanted to crawl right out of her skin looking at it. “C’mon no. Why did you have to go and do that?!”

Her face soured up and she pulled at her own hair turning once as if that would make things go back to the way they were. But this wasn’t about her. The scent of Adley’s insides catching fresh night air reminded her of that. Two choices came to her right there. Leave Enver the Beetle be or collect him then deal with the shitstorm exploding in front of her. Her fingers reached down and plucked the beetle up and tucked it the only place she could think of on short notice where he would hopefully be safe till he came back around. That is when the warning bells started ringing with the stench and grunt of another contender stepping into the area for a go at her.

“Don’t you even dare!” Her finger pointed out in reprimand at the beast she was about to take issue with while ignoring the reality that she had a bug stuffed deep between her boobs. “Enough is enough!” She had her gun still in her hand but opted to take off her shoe and throw it at the beast in warning as if that would make a difference. The other was just as quickly pulled off and chucked at the same target. That is when she made her serious move and took aim shooting at the beast of burden.“Shoo!”

Just as that came out of her mouth she was yanked off the ground and swung around so that she caught a blurred vision of all things around and below including her brother, Davion, laughing his bloody *** off at the sight of her. “Davion?!” She called out just as her body felt the force of meeting up with a wall of rough wood then just as quickly went airborne. She howled out in protest while flying upward to the branches above her like she was trapeze artist in need of something to grab onto. “H-E-L-L-L-P!"