Truly Deceptive
It is I: ME!
Chapter 8
He stood outside the building and talked with her.
"...Delta," he decided to speak out after a moment of thinking.
"What?" she said in response.
"...what do you call yourselves?" he asked her.
"...Achilleans." she replied.
Achilleans... he thought to himself about just who the f*ck she was and what he was going to do.
"Oh, right; I haven't asked you: what's your name?" she spoke up to him.
"...Joshua." he responded.
"You know, Joshua, it's really convenient that I met you-"
"What; considering that we almost got shot in the head and burned alive just earlier today?"
"Yeah; exactly." she responded unwittingly.
She continued. "Maybe it has to do with-"
"So, why the hell are you following me?!"
"...what?" she asked nervously. She turned her head down and thought to herself. "Why are you trying to walk away from me?" she answered.
He sighed; she wouldn't stop following him.
So, where the hell am I going to stay?...
"What do you think might have happened to my sister?" he asked, trying to give a kind tone.
"...I don't know." she replied.
...F*CK.
"...so, why the f*ck were they following us?" he asked her.
"Hm... I think they were after you because you resemble your father closely..."
The f*ck?! How does she know who my dad is?!
"I heard he did something."
He looked on at her silently.
"As for me... I don't really know why they're after me."
"Well; that's just really f*cking helpful." he said responsively.
"Really?"
He remained silent for a moment; he wanted to determine whether or not she had sufficient common sense for the cognisance of even the simplest type of device in common rhetoric as a sarcastic tonality.
"...really."
"Oh; you're welcome. I thought for a moment you were kidding."
Ugh...
He gripped his left arm; it was still bleeding. He began to feel extremely fatigued. He burst out suddenly.
"F*CKING-"
He beat his head against the jagged concrete brick-and-mortar wall repetitively.
She looked at him confusedly.
How could I just let her get taken away from me?! F*ck! I should've been with her right after - no; even while - I heard the first shot this morning! Taking care of her was... my... responsibility.
The entire upper right side of his face was bleeding.
"Are you okay?" she asked him unawarely.
It hurt severely. He looked at her and said nothing. They kept walking.
Chapter 8
He stood outside the building and talked with her.
"...Delta," he decided to speak out after a moment of thinking.
"What?" she said in response.
"...what do you call yourselves?" he asked her.
"...Achilleans." she replied.
Achilleans... he thought to himself about just who the f*ck she was and what he was going to do.
"Oh, right; I haven't asked you: what's your name?" she spoke up to him.
"...Joshua." he responded.
"You know, Joshua, it's really convenient that I met you-"
"What; considering that we almost got shot in the head and burned alive just earlier today?"
"Yeah; exactly." she responded unwittingly.
She continued. "Maybe it has to do with-"
"So, why the hell are you following me?!"
"...what?" she asked nervously. She turned her head down and thought to herself. "Why are you trying to walk away from me?" she answered.
He sighed; she wouldn't stop following him.
So, where the hell am I going to stay?...
"What do you think might have happened to my sister?" he asked, trying to give a kind tone.
"...I don't know." she replied.
...F*CK.
"...so, why the f*ck were they following us?" he asked her.
"Hm... I think they were after you because you resemble your father closely..."
The f*ck?! How does she know who my dad is?!
"I heard he did something."
He looked on at her silently.
"As for me... I don't really know why they're after me."
"Well; that's just really f*cking helpful." he said responsively.
"Really?"
He remained silent for a moment; he wanted to determine whether or not she had sufficient common sense for the cognisance of even the simplest type of device in common rhetoric as a sarcastic tonality.
"...really."
"Oh; you're welcome. I thought for a moment you were kidding."
Ugh...
He gripped his left arm; it was still bleeding. He began to feel extremely fatigued. He burst out suddenly.
"F*CKING-"
He beat his head against the jagged concrete brick-and-mortar wall repetitively.
She looked at him confusedly.
How could I just let her get taken away from me?! F*ck! I should've been with her right after - no; even while - I heard the first shot this morning! Taking care of her was... my... responsibility.
The entire upper right side of his face was bleeding.
"Are you okay?" she asked him unawarely.
It hurt severely. He looked at her and said nothing. They kept walking.
Chapter Closed.
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