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Posted by ahorta on Nov 20, 2009 2:48:31 GMT -6
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It was the perfect night for a stroll. Well, Ahorta rarely left her room at the Sanctuary unless she really needed something. It was an odd day, she felt she needed something her room could not provide her, but who knew what that was. She did not drink, so it could not be that and she did not need too much so what could it be? Her facemask was plastered to her mouth to keep out the toxins of the world. Her hands had black gloves on them and she wore a long black jacket.
Nothing seemed like fun as she walked by the movie theater... then again, movie theaters had that god awful popcorn which could easily be laced with some sort of drug while it's being oiled. Nice-sit down restaraunts, where people just crowded around you and you had to trust that your waiter was not going to bring you dead mouse in your ravoli. The walmart was a breeding ground for creeps and although people that worked there were on their last leg, holding closely to their job so they were less likely to be a threat, the people that shopped there at this time of night was a completely different condition.
A couple had been holding hands, walking in front of her. How could they hold each other's hands? The thought of touching someone scared her, especially a male. Then again, Ahorta's past made it impossible for her to connect to anyone the way they connected to eachother. Maybe what she needed was an adrenaline rush. Every time her father beat her to a pulp, even before she acquired her mutation, the adrenaline coupled with the fear of her breaking a bone made it impossible to breathe, impossible to speak or exist, she was completely sucked into herself, who was the only person she could count on these days.
Guns were for idiots and she was afraid of guns. The male of the couple had been leaving a trail of goop behind him, or at least, that is what Ahorta and her twisted mind saw. He was a reptile of some sort and the girl did not know. She could save the girl, take everything from the salamander and leave him skinned and on the ground, but maybe the girl would not understand. There were those who loved salamanders, but they needed a lesson. They needed a tough lesson.
"Step away from the innocent!" she suddenly blurted out. Her breathing had increased as she saw the salamander's tail rise from under his varsity jacket. Poor girl, only Ahorta could warn her. The salamander lifted his grimey hands and pulled the girl behind him. So he was possessive? It was obvious that the girl would not get away safely without a fight, so be it. "I said GET AWAY FROM THE INNOCENT," she said, removing her gloves. He made an attempt to talk, but salamanders don't speak English so Ahorta did not understand what he said.
In anger, she grabbed onto the brick wall next to her and her acid began to eat through the cement until she pulled a single brick away from the house and chucked it at the man. Even if someone was unaware of her intentions, it caused quite a scene as she threw the brick as hard as she could at the reptile.
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