ʙ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ᴍ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ s + ʀ ʏ ᴀ ɴ ᴍ ᴀ ʏ ᴇ ᴢ : [indent][indent]ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ ɢ ɪ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ʟ ᴅ : [b]"[sub] Y - Y O U T H I N K T H A T G U Y C O U L D V O U C H F O R U S ? [/sub]"[/b][/indent][/indent][hr] [center][sub][@VKAllen] & [@Briza][/sub][/center] Determined, ticked breaths pressed in and out of Ryan’s open lips as her legs stretched outwards and flexed, trying to catch the stupid, reckless boy. There was a tightness gripping at her chest that she was trying to ignore, like she hadn’t really spent much time running around outside, but she was so close to catching him -- she could see herself doing it in just several more steps -- if only she made her limbs work a little harder. He was just an arm’s length away. How old was this fucktard, anyways? Twelve? Eleven? Had his balls even dropped? He sounded so elementary and acted like it, too. His ignorance towards her was impeding and for all they knew, those monster [i]things[/i] could turn around attack, again, and--and, maybe do some real damage this time. [i]So dense![/i] The thought to take a leap and tackle him shot through her mind, and before she could scrutinize the decision, her body was already positioning herself to leap forward as her calves and thighs felt pressure in the midst of her boots digging tension into the ground, and shortly after this, her nimble body sprung forward with her arms extended. Apparently, she had been closer to him than her mind had calculated, and her cheek crashed into the small of his back when her arms wrapped around his lower torso. Ryan tried to hold back a small, disgruntled yelp as their bodies tumbled to the hard dirt surface. The landing was anything but genteel or gentle, and Ryan could feel the heavy weight on top of her arms being smothered into the solid, rough forest floor. There was more parts of her that felt the abrasion of the momentum, but she wasn’t about to let a little scratch and bruised wrist or arm or… upper body bother her, “God, you are such an insolent son of an idiot,” Ryan scoffed as sharp as she could through the haziness that was disorienting her head from the fall. Her breaths were still weak, but the need to catch them only caused Ryan to keep her arms tightly around the [i]stupid boy.[/i] If anything Rugby had ever taught him; it was to keep his focus within his sights. Keep his face and continue pursuit ‘til the sounds of victory is loud enough to be heard by the crazed quarterback holding the Gilbert across the line. With the exception; he heard none nor experienced any of the above. Amongst the crunches of dried leaves -- the cracks of twigs beneath the heel of his feet and the bristle of the forest’s shrubs… A heavy weight encroached his waist; locking tightly as Bart lost his momentum in a staggered motion and kissed dirt in less than a second with a thud. Tackled. “Oof!” “God, you are such an insolent son of an idiot.” [i]That try-hardish tone.[/i] Given, it aggravated his anger -- such words slung over the shoulder as though they’ve known its importance and worth... Bart’s palms grasped the dirt furiously and attempted to struggle out of the girl’s grip, “... Get… Off… Me! You angry and good-for-nothing woman…!” His legs had begun to move erratically trying to loosen and perhaps escape from her. A few moments of struggle ensued until he managed to wrap his leg around her neck and contort his body and caught the girl in a chokehold. “Mmph!” The boy’s body twisted and turned abruptly, and after her vain attempt to keep him still, her eyes closed in reflexive fear as his strength overpowered her. Ryan tried to make a sound, another sardonic remark. However, with her chin tilted downwards and her neck slightly contorted in the boy’s legs, her words choked back into her throat. Her green eyes opened at the silence of their two wrestling match with her the loser -- so far, anyways. Clenching her teeth, Ryan squirmed, attempting to bring her hands to the rescue, but the awkwardness was only making things worse. This caused the burning sensation in her cheeks she had been feeling off-and-on ever since awakening in this bloody nightmare quickly worked itself as embarrassment took over her, “L-l-let g-go of me!” her voice muffled into him, attempting to offset the faint muteness of her position -- becoming more aware of her now damp, stringy long hair, smothered against her burning cheeks. Her body shifted to-and-fro, but it appeared to be of no use. She wasn’t about to give up just yet, though. [i]And, who was calling her a woma--[/i] The boy’s irritating, juvenile voice started, again, but this time it was tooting his tricycle horn over this [i]not yet[/i] complete battle. “Ha! Five years of watching wrestling matches paid off! Take that! None can stop Bart Mathers in a wrestling match!” He had achieved his victory and gandered about his female opponent. A moment of silence... “Shit! What the fuck am I doing!” He released his iron chokehold grip from the lady and began to scuttle away hurriedly in realisation of what the fuck would transpire had he kept up his act. Garroting a person -- a [i]girl[/i] to her death. The thought had weakened his resolve. As he did; he looked forward upon the clearing to anticipate a path that followed the pink blobs and saw them with several… More… Terrifying beings. Half dead? One of them was still standing. Humanoid in appearance although it appeared to be wearing some kind of mask. Judging from the bloodied the greenery around, that thing had slaughtered four other creatures with very little effort. He hid and tucked himself behind a fallen wooden log nearby, dragging the girl along, “Shut your hole!” He whimpered quickly and pointed at the direction of the being. When [i]Bart Mathers,[/i] withdrew his hold from around Ryan, she paused for a moment, shocked by having been so helplessly pinned by another human being, and the suddenness of his seceding. Several quick breaths escaped Ryan’s open mouth as her thoughts regathered. There was some thought that floated by her, telling her to get up and swing her messenger bag at him -- she had tackled him, trying to [i]stop[/i] him from getting into any trouble, yet he clearly had just choked her. God, how was she even able to weasel out those four words? Small black specks sparkled in front of her vision, and the fight in her was coming to an end even if her adrenaline was not about to drop. Her body sorely straightened itself from the ground, and her vision began to focus. Her eyes widened while her mind tried to take in everything that she was seeing. Blood. That was the only word registering or making coherent sense as she stood dumbly, staring weakly and in horror when the Bart-boy grabbed hold of her arm and dragged her firmly and swiftly behind some dark, brown log. The words, ‘Oh my God’ mouthed silently from her as she huddled, trying to forget [i]Bart[/i] even existed. This was Hell, wasn’t it? She was dead. [i]God, fuck. No, no.[/i] She couldn’t resort to worse case scenarios like a stupid, good-for-nothing… Her eyes cautiously shifted to look at Bart. Her bottom lip was comfortingly nipped by her front teeth as she tried to make herself feel strong next to him. [i]Narnia is dangerous. You’re just--just, you’re just inside some old wardrobe,[/i] her eyes looked away from the boy and focused on the wood in front of her as she calmed her breaths, once again. [i]Be brave like Peter, s-so don’t fucking die.[/i] “Y-you think that guy would vouch for us to return our stuff?” Yep, he was damn serious. Face turning to the girl [b]hopeful[/b] that it wasn’t some fucked up psychopath beyond the log. Ryan’s head slowly turned to face Bart as his words registered through her pacing mind. Her eyes carefully narrowed as she re-sized him up. [i]Was he serious? What a fucking idiot![/i] Her lips parted to say something, but between everything that was happening, his idiocy included, all she could do was make a horrible hesitation towards responding and ended up opting for a hushed, “Shhhh,” her head tucked away from him, to hide her pouting and grumbling thoughts silently coaxing her emotions. She wanted to cry, but that was against her principle. “You girls are always confusing.” [i]Plus,[/i] Ryan thought, [i]crying in front of this stupid loser is the last thing I want to do,[/i] her eyes narrowed, and her pouting turned into a small bitter frown. He was lucky there was some crazy looking monster, or she would have clocked him with her fist by now.