By the time night fell Malik’s clothes were soaked with sweat and they’d cut a path through to the barbed fence maze. That was all they could do however because they were losing sunlight and the wind was starting to pick up making it hard to see as dirt and sand stung their eyes. They wove back through the barbed wire they’d cut, now very grateful for Des’ map or it would have taken twice as long and they would have been shredded. Back with the others Des was sleeping under an extra blanket, mumbling under his breath, and Altair and Ezio were sitting on one side of the lamp that offered them light in the darkness though little else. Pseudonym was going through their packs like she was looking for something.
She looked up when they came close some of her blonde hair falling out of its practical bun when she did so and falling across her face. She quickly pushed it away. “So?” she asked.
“We cut through to the fence,” Night groaned and sat, peeling off his gloves and falling down onto his back. Parker and Malik followed suit, glad to no longer be working.
They lay there for a while, just relaxing after that work and Pseudonym shoved water into their hands and practically down their throats as well as some rations which were dry and disgusting but Malik ate anyways because he was starving.
“How the hell do you people survive out here?” Parker groaned at the Rifters now sitting up. “We haven’t even reached the Rift and no tees, no water, nothing!”
The brothers stared at him for several seconds like hawks before one spoke, “You’ll catch a chill in those wet clothes in this weather. Take them off so they’ll dry,” Ezio said.
“It will be cooler tonight,” Ezio insisted, “and if we’re unlucky there will be a storm tomorrow.”
“Yeah, right, a storm, in this fucking hell hole,” Night said sarcastically.
“You can chose not to believe us if you want, but Divinus told us,” Altair said seriously. “If he says it will be cooler tonight it will be cool and you are all soaked through. Let your clothes dry and take a blanket. You may also want to pray to your… Father,” it was obviously a slur the way he said it, “that there is no storm. For you have never seen a storm the likes of which the Rift can produce.”
Malik believed him and quickly took off his shirt. “King you can’t honestly believe him can you?” Night demanded.
“He’s been right so far, can’t think why he isn’t now,” Malik said weighting his clothes down with some rocks so they wouldn’t blow away. “Is Divinus okay?” he asked once he’d wrapped his own blanket around his shoulders and Parker and Night were grudgingly following his example.
“He will be,” Altair said looking over at his little brother. “He just needs to rest.”
“What the hell was that anyways?” Parker asked. The Rifters didn’t answer, “Well?” they still didn’t answer, “What you’ll answer King but not me?”
“King can be trusted, you three have yet to prove yourselves,” Ezio said and the other movers looked at Malik, Night squinting at him with almost dislike.
“And how is that? You’ve just met us!” Night demanded.
“We have our ways,” Altair hissed. “To us you’re all just liabilities anyway.”
“You’d rather we be gone huh?” Night sneered.
“I’d rather you be dead,” and that made Night stiffen. Ezio smacked his brother on the shoulder. “You’re all a bunch of useless Sheep anyways. Stupid and weak and gray, slowing us down,” and he stood, “I hope you burn in hell,” he walked out into the night and Malik swallowed uncomfortably. --
Re: Clipped (17f/?)
She looked up when they came close some of her blonde hair falling out of its practical bun when she did so and falling across her face. She quickly pushed it away. “So?” she asked.
“We cut through to the fence,” Night groaned and sat, peeling off his gloves and falling down onto his back. Parker and Malik followed suit, glad to no longer be working.
They lay there for a while, just relaxing after that work and Pseudonym shoved water into their hands and practically down their throats as well as some rations which were dry and disgusting but Malik ate anyways because he was starving.
“How the hell do you people survive out here?” Parker groaned at the Rifters now sitting up. “We haven’t even reached the Rift and no tees, no water, nothing!”
The brothers stared at him for several seconds like hawks before one spoke, “You’ll catch a chill in those wet clothes in this weather. Take them off so they’ll dry,” Ezio said.
“What?” Parker blinked. “You kidding it’s warm out.”
“It will be cooler tonight,” Ezio insisted, “and if we’re unlucky there will be a storm tomorrow.”
“Yeah, right, a storm, in this fucking hell hole,” Night said sarcastically.
“You can chose not to believe us if you want, but Divinus told us,” Altair said seriously. “If he says it will be cooler tonight it will be cool and you are all soaked through. Let your clothes dry and take a blanket. You may also want to pray to your… Father,” it was obviously a slur the way he said it, “that there is no storm. For you have never seen a storm the likes of which the Rift can produce.”
Malik believed him and quickly took off his shirt. “King you can’t honestly believe him can you?” Night demanded.
“He’s been right so far, can’t think why he isn’t now,” Malik said weighting his clothes down with some rocks so they wouldn’t blow away. “Is Divinus okay?” he asked once he’d wrapped his own blanket around his shoulders and Parker and Night were grudgingly following his example.
“He will be,” Altair said looking over at his little brother. “He just needs to rest.”
“What the hell was that anyways?” Parker asked. The Rifters didn’t answer, “Well?” they still didn’t answer, “What you’ll answer King but not me?”
“King can be trusted, you three have yet to prove yourselves,” Ezio said and the other movers looked at Malik, Night squinting at him with almost dislike.
“And how is that? You’ve just met us!” Night demanded.
“We have our ways,” Altair hissed. “To us you’re all just liabilities anyway.”
“You’d rather we be gone huh?” Night sneered.
“I’d rather you be dead,” and that made Night stiffen. Ezio smacked his brother on the shoulder. “You’re all a bunch of useless Sheep anyways. Stupid and weak and gray, slowing us down,” and he stood, “I hope you burn in hell,” he walked out into the night and Malik swallowed uncomfortably.
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Oh dear...