“Hey, Zero, wake up.”
I rolled my eyes. I will not get mad… I will not get mad…
“Wow, you look like crap.”
I will not get mad... I will not get mad... I will not get mad...
Despite his constant griping on my looks, Camry turned out not to be such bad company. He was an excellent thief and though this meant I had to watch my personal possessions like a hawk (i.e. clothing), it came in handy quite a bit. He managed to worm his way to Miata’s good side. I didn’t even know one existed. The guy was smooth. A sweet-talker, good looking, almost as clever as me... His obsession for hygiene was almost unbearable though. We’re wandering around in the woods for crying out loud! It’s not like we’re going to come across a Super 8 anytime soon. Some rebel guy. He was a pansy.
I mumbled to myself as I sat and ate the breakfast he stole for us. So what if I was a little disheveled? Maybe I was going for that rough and rugged sexy look. Who was he to say anything about me? It was unheard of.
“How messed are we that we meet up with rebel boy over here,” I shot him a look. “before we find hero boy. Aren’t we supposed to meet hero boy first?”
Miata paced beside with us with a perplexed look on his face. I could tell he’d been wondering the same thing. A scowl slowly began to take over his features. “You don’t need to ask any questions.” He snapped. “You’re on a need to know basis.”
“Speaking of types,” Camry spoke up, “which are you supposed to be? The closest you fit into is ‘the kid’.” He smirked.
“The kid?! Are you out of your mind?.”
“Well, you’re no princess. Not much of a strong and silent type either.”
“Maybe I’m the hero. Anybody ever think of that??” It made sense to me. Dashing good looks, best fighter in the group… though I’m not so much a tortured soul. What’s the point? Besides, I was about to be the magical girl of the group, once we have a group that is. Maybe when all of this was over I’d get a chance to kick Camry’s ass. Ooooh… vindictive is never part of the description of the hero guy. I was going to have to watch myself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Around noon we found ourselves in front of a tiny cottage. It was cozy looking in that ‘I’m so separated from society I don’t even own a vacuum’ kind of way. Sweet but disturbing. Naturally no one came to the door when we knocked. Ohhhh no, we were gonna to have to enter and somehow manage to get ourselves in trouble until the owner found us and mistook our frantic looks as sinister and prepared to go ballistic on our caught arses. We’d be tied and gagged before we knew it and probably put on display because, hey, who wouldn’t want to see a nasty gang of no-good criminals tied up? You’d be able to mock us for a nickel. These thoughts, of course, flitted through my mind in a matter of seconds. I was ready to accept the inevitable even if my comrades were clueless. They didn’t even see it coming.
It happened more or less just as I thought it would. The only thing different being that I was knocked out in the process. Good idea. Take out the only chick in the gang. Sexist pig.
When I regained my consciousness, Miata and Camry were sipping tea nearby. Another man was sitting across from them. I could only see the back of his brightly-colored head. As if sensing my presence, he turned around and looked at me. Great Belin, if Camry was good-looking, this guy was gorgeous!! I’d be a tempting treat for a morsel so yummy as he. I gave him my best ‘helpless female’ look.
Then he spoke... “Well, hallo there! It’s about time you came to. We were starting to get worried. Here, have some tea. Mind the sofa, it’s new.”
No. No!! The first guy worthy of me... of me! And he’s got a voice like a girl scout... and he worries about his sofa... his pink sofa. Ugh.