Swallowed up, hold on tight (iateinsane) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-02-18 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [01] january, adelaide hawkins, ian terrell, npc: morgan donovan, teagan morgan |
Who Teagan and Sonny(NPC) and then Sarge and Addie
Where Down in the tunnels and then to the DP
Why Teagan has proof. Time to come home
When January 10th - her harrowing journey back home.
Never before has there been so much activity in the tunnels since I’ve been there. Usually it’s quiet, too quiet and you’re left to wonder how a place that’s filled with so many out of their mind could be that dead but that’s what it reminds me of under Austin - a crypt. Silent as a crypt. I think that’s some sorta sayin’.
But that morning it wasn’t like that at all.
That morning there was people knockin’. Things were happening. Jo hadn’t been back all night and when she wasn’t around, people started to notice. They came to her but only found me. The first few times someone balled up to get to the door I’d been cautious like usual. I looked out, I was armed. I was ready. But, repetition has a way of wearing that out of you and when someone knocked for the tenth time that day I opened the door expecting one of those sewer rats asking for a handout from Jo. What I got instead was a gun in my face.
It was the pregnancy that saved me. Sonny hadn’t expected it and it threw him off. He hesitated and I took whatever opportunity I could. My fist flew at his windpipe and his gun went off when it connected. The sound of shattering glass behind me was ignored and I went for something, anything and was barely able to grab a bottle of one of Jo’s homemade remedies before he got a handful of my hair. He pulled me back and put the gun to my temple. He should have done what he came to do but Sonny had to hear himself talk. He HAD to get words out to me. Let something sink in before he killed me. He always was an asshole.
“Who’s the father? Olinger?”
The question echoed just as loud as the gun blast had, it shattered something dear in me. After my texting conversation with Bishop I wasn’t sure what we were but I knew he was the father and I knew how disappointed he was, how torn up he was over it, over my choices, over everything. It fueled a fire inside me that no other words could have lit. Olinger had ripped everything away from me and this fucker was gonna joke?He still hadn’t gunned me down. He was a gloater. I praised whatever god might be listening and I waited for my moment. I glanced at the door. He seemed to sense it.
“Jo’s not coming…” he toyed with the moment and I smashed the bottle back over his head. It broke but it wasn’t thick enough to cause much damage, he pushed me away from him. I wasn’t sure if he meant anything by what he’d just said, if he’s killed her or hurt her or if he was just bluffing. How the fuck would he know? How much DID he know?
“Fuck you Sonny…” I spat after I caught my balance. It was the only thing I had. My mind wasn’t full of words right then. I was never very eloquent. The weight of those two babies inside of me threw off my balance. I was clumsy and swollen, my joints were practically jelly. Even so, I was still tougher than this cowardly son of a bitch. I had heart. I had three. I was going to remove him from this world. I had to.
“No…” he had the gun pointed at me. My arms covered my stomach protectively. “I’ve been putting up with your fucking smart ass mouth for long enough Teagan.. You just couldn’t leave it alone...you had to keep meddling, keep running your fucking mouth. Even when they kicked you OUT. You could have run. You could have been alive. Now I have no other choice…You need to die.” He cocks the gun again and I expect him to shoot but his ego keeps getting in the way. He needs to know what I found out. He needs to know where the evidence is. “What’s this proof?” he looks around the trailer and when he does I charge. I don’t hesitate. I go for it. I knee him in the groin and when I do I grab his wrist and the gun goes off again. The blow to his balls has him bent over in pain and I manage to shake the weapon out of his grip. It lands on the ground and slides under the table. I don’t go for that one. I go for my weapon. It’s closer but as I do he kicks me in the middle of my back. I fall to a knee before he wraps his arm around my neck in a choke hold. He’s strong but I fight. I can’t give up. I can’t die down here. I can’t let Sonny win.
I manage to get free but he has me by the hair again and he slams my face into cabinet. I can feel my nose bust open, I can feel the warmth of my blood pour down my face.Sonny forgets that I am beyond that tunnel vision of the new. I am experienced. I see the whole picture. I work through the pain. I make it work for me. I am adrenaline and hormones and so pissed off that I will tear my body apart if I have to. I don’t want him to live. I want him to die so hard and fast that I struggle against him. I am turned now, facing him on the floor as he holds me down. His knee is pressed into my stomach, one hand around my throat. I am frothing, sputtering to hold on as my arm stretches for the gun under the table. I can feel my face turn bright red because the blood can’t recycle. I can feel the lightness, I can feel the world start to go as I stretch and pull myself away from him, fingertips aching for the feel of the guns handle and with a silent scream I make myself get the gun and I shoot. I don’t have time to aim. I just fire in front of me and I only know I’ve hit him when he falls back and the world goes out.
I wake to pitch black. I don’t know how long I’ve been out but I don’t stay around trying to figure it out. I get water and drink and then I get all my evidence, stuff it in a bag and go. I’m busted up. I am bleeding, I can’t feel my face but I just continue. I can’t remember most of the journey, how I got to the surface, the long trek back to the Dog Park but when the gates are in view I use up the last of my energy to sprint. I hear yelling. I hear chaos. I don’t make it. I am not going to make it. I hold my stomach and go down. Just save them…