Trapped in a Maze

~ROCKY~
*A low moan of pain issues form her as conciousness slowly rises to the surface..one hand coming up to rub her forehead even before eyes are opened...man her head hurt..in fact, her whole body hu...her eyes snap open and she sits up suddenly...her gaze darting quickly around her..taking in the dim shapes barely visible in the darkness...Last she could recall was getting shot...by her own damn gun....after that...blank....nothing is remembered...her gaze lands on a snoring form...head cradled uncomfortably on the edge of the bed...a faint smile tugging at her lips as a hand lightly touches the stained bandages..well he got out..now where were they?*

~MYRIAD~
** Still very much asleep, very much unconscious. He needed the rest. As useless as his power might be, it took a good deal out of him. Next to him were some extinguished candles, a bottle of JD, some warm Labatt Ice, and other drinks he found in the kitchen. A bit for consumption, more for dressing wounds. He saw it on McGuyver. Pillow case torn to long shreds used for dressing, and a big pot of water. The silence might have disturbed some, the snoring distorting over it would have disturbed more. **

*blood seeps through her bandages as she leans over to grab the beer..warm but better than nothing....she grimaces in pain as she moves slightly, on hand reaching to move the covers back....exposing bare leg and a crudely made bandage...she shakes her head and puts the covers back..after all, life on the streets didn't offer much privacy.. and she had dealt with other peoples injuries which required the same...it was a neccessity...and she appreciated the fact that he risked her wrath..the smile once more lightly touches her lips as she gently reaches over and taps him* Your gonnA be in worse shape than ya alrady are if ya sleep like that all night *the smile gone by the time he looks up*

** A snore, a snort, before he blinked his eyes open. Disoriented and cold. It was dark, very dark, what time WAS it anyway? ** Dude? Where . . .oh yeah. . . ** He stretched and moved then slowly to his feet. Using the bed, then the wall to prop himself up. Smiling a very goofy grin and tilting his head. ** Dude I am surprised you are awake, let alone alive. ** There was no trace of worry now, instead relief. Saying then. ** Dude do you think we need to take you to the hospital? Stitches or something. . . dude you're pretty f***ed up. ** He smiled wondering if she even remembered the whole rock ordeal. What disturbed him more too the more he thought about it. The girl's words "Just give us the girl and you can go" then again Rocky would be more valuable to them than he ever could be. So he just smiled standing, looking down at her. ** Do you like need to change your bandages? I mean I can leave dude, if you wanna and stuff, because I know you girls like the privacy sort of thing, not that I haven't seen a girl you know, but it's like I don't want to see you dude, ** Blinking. And trying to cover that one. ** Not that you're BAD looking it's just that you'd kill me and I am like sorry for the pants, and stuff dude, but you were gonna die dude. ** He nodded and moved towards the door. ** I think I want to get some food. I don't think there is any but it's a farm right there might be corn or apples or some s***e right?

*she simply stares then slowly a smile grows as she watches him ramble and dig himself a huge hole* n...no Mar...Mark..*she tries to stop his rambling finally just saying his name in exasperation and waiting till he stops* Its okay, I understand...thank you *she shakes her head* No, no hospital..how the hell would I explain these wounds....I got gutted by a bottle cap and my gun shot me by itself? I don't think so *she looks at the bandage on her stomach and nods* yeah its gotta be changed... I'm gonna need help though..thats an awkward angle *her gaze then wanders to her covered leg and a concerned look crosses her face* were the bullets out?

You could like say that some mutant freak attacked you with a bottle cap. ** He said almost perfectly honest. Blinking then at the disbelief in the words and he started laughing. Almost to the point he couldn't stop. Withdrawing a cigarette, his hand wrapped tightly in parts of some curtains he found. Pulling one out for her, moving it towards her lips.** Dude I wouldn't drink that beer, it looks like it's been here since before the dawn of time. Man I think we're at that farmhouse place Gild was staying at. ** He looked around in the darkness, as if it would help some. ** Looking towards her and nodding. ** Well the only one that stayed was in your leg which I had to dig out, the other went straight through. Your belly was the flipping bottle cap dude. ** He sighed and lit his smoke and then moved to light hers as well. He paused then and blinked to her a smile, a very goofy one. ** You just said thank you . . .dude that's a first I think. You're welcome. ** He sniffled wiping his nose with his arm, it was getting pretty cold. He coughed a bit in the silence. ** You know you are awesome dudette. You saved my ass too you know. Dude it was like just wrong, but it was a good wrong. You were totally stone and s***e. You practically tore down this like rubble wall, before you like passed out. I was so scared for you man.

*she accepts the smoke, a weak chuckles coming from around it* could you imagine their faces? They'd probably think we were coke heads or something *An eyebrow raises as she lifts the bottle up and looks at it, then tentatively sniffs it...she shrugs then takes a gulp* well its still beer...just warm *she looks around the room, nothing familiar to her...after all she had only been to the farm two maybe three times before....it wasn't someplace she really cared for* Ya sure this is it? ...What happened? where is everyone? *a sarcastic smile matches his goofy one....yeah it probably was the first time she thanked him...but why let it go to his head* I what? *her head shakes in confusion* I dont think so

You saved me dudette. I think like you don't remember er something, you lost a helova lot of blood. Here. . ** Unwrapping his hand, and showing her the nice clean slice. Dried blood in the creases of his hand. Holding it under the lighter. ** Dude I did that on your arm. You're sharp and stupid when you're a rock dude. It's like, I don't know like a big cow or something. . .not that you ARE a cow, but like you know when they look at oncoming trains and s***e and they just stare until they splatter dude. You like are ruthless and pissed and s***e. ** He took another drag and left the bandage off letting it air out. ** Anyway dudette, thanks you know? You were pretty cool back there and stuff. ** Taking another long drag before taking out the JD. And taking a swig. ** So are you like, gonna live and junk?

*she shakes her head...silently denying the facts he presents...she knows what she his, but denial has been a part of her for so long that she can't really accept it...besides, accepting it means that she was one of them...one of the freaks...she takes a long drag off the smoke before finishing off the beer* well until someone tells me otherwise....*She winces as a shiver runs over her and she reaches to pull the cover further around her*...damn its cold in here..*she glances at him as she takes another pull on the smoke* you doing okay?

Well gee I don't know I have a sliced hand, I mean dude I think like your bullet hole wounds and like a freaking BOTTLE cap wound take a back seat, ** Taking another drag as he continued talking. The smoke dangling from his lips.** Golly gee Rocky, I should be the one like lying down and dyin'. Get your scrawny dead ass out of that bed ** He smirked and paused again. A brow raised as he took a quick sip of JD, making a small liquor face before adding, wiping his lips. ** You cold? You want another blanket I am sure I can find somethin'** He got up and paused as he streched, cigerette on the floor, put out with a stomp. ** Dude why are you being so like nice to me?

*a smile plays on her lips..she had actually missed him, it was strange...she didn't really think there was anyone she would miss, not anymore....but the little freak had somehow grown on her, she actually liked him...she enjoyed being around him...* gimme a sip * a hand reaches out for the bottle of J.D. which she swings back, a long guzzle pouring down her throat* I've been through shit like this before, worse actually... *she pauses and hands the bottle back*...you...you ain't...you grew up in a home, with a family..you haven't fought for survival your whole life...*she finishes off the smoke then drops the butt into the now empty beer bottle* ..sides, way I see it *she gestures to her stomach* I owe ya one

Dude, you don't owe me anything, man I mean it's what friends are for right? But thanks. . . ** He moved then out of sight singing off key as he moved through the lower part of the house looking for a blanket. Looking in the emptied laundry room. Finding only a sheet, and a crumpled flannel blanket. He sighed gathering them before moving back to the room. Ducking his head in first then moving back dropping them on the ground, before flaring one out and over her. Taking the thinner sheet to himself. ** Dude, I know it doesn't sound like much, but where I grew up, like at school and s*** I was the like ass who everyone else fought for and junk you know? I was like the smart ass, who got the girls and s***e, while the other people fought, and died and ODed and s***e. It wasn 't like it shows itself to be you know? Anaheim was hell like Disneyland was the illusion of like everything. Because like a block away kids were getting raped, and like people were getting shot. Huh magical kingdom my ass dude. ** He took another long dra g as he smiled. ** This isn't like a pitty story you know dude, I'll like stop. So what should I do fer you dudette?

*As he leaves the room, e en the faint smile leaves her lips as she pushes back the covering and looks down at the bandage on her stomach..*this is gonna hurt *she slowly unwinds the bandage...then takes a deep breath and rips the rest off, a low moan issuing from her as the scab rips off with the bandage..blood flow starting anew.* Man, this is bad *she mutters as she looks at the injury, pressing the old bandage against the wound while she reaches for the ripped pillow cases and starts rebandaging...hopeing to get it done before Mark returns.....she didn't really want him to know how bad it was...*what the hell you doing? *she glares at him as he comes back in and throws the heavier blanket back at him* you need to keep warm too...Its not like I'm gonna die tonight or anything

Yeah but like dude you lost a lot of blood. I've seen like enough action flicks to know people get like cold and stuff. ** He took another cigarette out and lit it as he tossed the blanket back. He noticed the bandaging a bit, and ignored it. ** I think we should get you back to like the Lair you know? I know you hate it and s***e but there is this girl there who like totally can heal you and stuff. I mean I'll make sure they let you go. ** He paused smiling handing her another smoke. ** Sides I got more smokes, and more blankets. Like the only reason I didn't move you there was because I was scared ya'd get hurt more, and you're heavy. . . getting you on that bed was like effort dude. You don't look that like heavy but you weigh a ton. I think it's like because you turn into rock or something you know? ** He smiled again patting his pockets for the transporter in case she agreed. He wouldn't force her there. If she didn't want to go he wouldn't force her. He was too afraid of when she WAS better she'd kick his sorry ass. ** You know I like ya when you are nice. I mean you're like easy to talk to, and you're not so like defensive and s***e you know? You should almost get killed more often. I mean like I've seen you smile more times in the last like 15 minutes than I have ever. Like you know dude real like honest smiles, not those "I 'm doing something evil smiles." I can totally see what that Patch guy sees in you now and junk. IN a way.

And they always live no matter what, so what ya worried about *she takes a long drag off the smoke then throws a mock punch at him..another glare creasing her brow* You saying I'm fat? *smoke curls around her head as she takes another drag...it would probably be smarter if she saw someone....she needed stitching bad..and she hadn't even looked at her leg yet* Enjoy my sick time while you can boy...cause whe...*she pauses* Patch? *Her voice turns wary, almost defensive* what do you know about him? *she might like Mark....but Patch, ...Patch was ...family, and more...perhaps, if she ever let him...*

Well like get this, totally when Sonic, m'main man was all hurt, he didn't want to see anyone and s***e right? So I hadda go out and get him some s***e to numb the pain dude, and like the only person I could think of was like that guy I you introduced me to that one place that one time right? So like I totally went out dying sick and got him some like you know drugs and s***e and he was there and he totally was like dude "You seen Rocky how the hell you know me "And s***e right? So dude we talked for a bit and like I payed too much for too little, and like it was so weird. But it's like SO obvious he likes you because he's all defensive and s***e and is all like starry eyed and crap. He's got it hard for you. Well I think anyway, like when I met Lyeth man, it was like it wasn't even a richard thing. Which was weird because she's hot and s***e, so it's like he likes you. ** He finally seemed to take a breath he was a bit nervous and it was obvious. Scooting closer to the bed and saying. ** I don't think you should talk much more, and you aren't a cow but dude you are like heavy. Because you aren't fat. When you aren't like all broken and s***e you can be like pretty. Heck even Gild said you had a nice set. ** Taking another drag. He hardly rambled like this except to Sonic and Gild. Well and Lyeth. He smiled thinking of her and sighed again. ** Dude you know she's like older than me too man like I think I am so beneath her. I think she likes me you know dude, but I don't know. I mean I used to get chicks all the time and s***e, but it's like I still look like I am still 16, and well those girls like me and it's like getting with a kid. It's nasty, and like the people our age totally ignore me because they think I'm horney jail bait. Ha. ** He moved closer looking the darkness, the silence seemed to bug him. ** Well like I can look around again for more first aid s***e, there's like a garage, a truck, and a car and s***e, maybe it like has some pain killers for you or something. . .

*she stares in wonderment as he just babbles on...almost amazed when he finally stops to take a breath*....you...are...a freak *she takes a drag then waves the smoke at him* you do realize that don't you? you are a total and absolute freak *she tries to hide her grimace of pain a she reaches over for the JD and tips it back* no...no drugs *..even the JD was more than she had had in a long time, more than she should...especially after...she didn't want to think about it* Fine lets go to the lair then *She throws the covers back and swings her legs off the bed, a sarcastic smile forced onto her lips to hide the pain she feels..* Now what'd ya do with my pants?

** He tosses the crispy pants towards her and smiles.** Yeah we all are freaks though eh? ** He was quiet for a long time, trying to spare her from talking too much more. He examined the bracelet by lighter light. Flicking it a couple of times. Trying to keep quiet for her benifit. But curiosity and silence got the better of him. A cigarette later, he spoke again. Very lightly, his tone was very kind too. The words didn't seem like rambling, instead a slow paced conversation.** Hey Rocky, why you hate Chelle? I mean you're name is Rochelle, and it's like a natural nick name. Like and why are you so offish you know? It's so hard to actually like you sometimes, like when I first met you man. You were like a flaming b**** dude. ** A soft chuckle as he continued speaking, in the same comforting pitch. ** Now I mean you have like blood loss, that like prolly accounts for something, but like, I don't know, you can be really sweet. Gild hates your guts, prolly be laughing his ass off right now. I mean he's cool but you treat him like dirt too. I'd think you two would kick ass if you worked together. ** He paused realizing again he was talking a bit too much. ** I mean I was just wondering. Is it like to protect your feelings or something? I understand that, ** He took another long drag of one of his last smokes. He sighed and saved the rest for later. Turning back to her saying a quiet addition.** Sorry M'talking so much. I do that sometimes, like when I get really nervous you know? ** Tinkering a bit more with the bracelet and then sighing. Adjusting whatever gizmos this gizmo had on it. ** I remember Geoff doing this ONCE so bear with me dudette. If we get teleported into a wall or like to Sibera I'm sorry.

*she catches the pants and stands up..a brief waves of dizziness catching her...she then struggles to put them on over top of the bandages, and without bending too much..knowing darn well that she probably looked like a bad circus act...finally after what seems ages she sits back on the bed..surprised that she was actually out of breath..that never happened... *why? * ...noone had ever asked...noone knew, but noone had ever asked...noone had risked it..maybe it was as he said, because of her blood loss he thought he might be able to get away from her..or maybe not..she shrugs and mumbles* because Thad was the only one that ever used it*..and the more she learnt about this unnaturals thing, the more convinced she became that he was dead because of her..she suddenly stands back up and almost falls over as another dizzy spell assails her* lets get this over with and see what happens

I see, Thad, **He said lightly. Old flame? Family member? He didn't press it. Grasping her to make sure she didn't fall. Smiling then and turning back to the bracelet. Taking a deep breath. Not a religious man, but said a breath of what might be considered a prayer in some third world country. ** God, if we die because of this, dude I will like be so pissed. ** He sighed again holding a deep breath as he reached for her lightly. Just his hand grasping her shoulder as he stood up. Blowing the scruffy hair out of his face, closing his eyes. Flashes of things went through his head. His shirt Gild's pants getting caught in that bathroom stall. Hearing the story about one RUNner teleporting into another person. He grimaced. ** Here it goes dudette. ** He pressed the button. Before he had a chance to rethink the descicion he was safely in the Lair, the deeper parts, not the house. Looking around a smile on his face. ** RIGHT ON! ! ! ** The smile faultered as it turned to an. ** OH f***! ** Looking around, still not letting go of her arm. ** Not /here/ I can't tell this place from the other eight BILLION passageways. Dude this is NOT good, dude. . .** He sighed and looked towards Rocky making sure she wasn't teleported to a wall. She was fine, well considering. He smiled lightly as he nodded towards her. ** Should I find the Healer chicka? You stay here, second thought like dude I'd never find you again, lean on me and we'll like hobble or some s***e to find someone and junk okay? Maybe if we're like lucky we'll find someone who knows their way around and junk you know?

*She simply looks around as they appear in some rock hallway which she can only assume is the lair....after all it looked pretty much like almost every other hallway in the lair...it might even be one of the ten or twenty she got lost down when she was trapped here* Great *she chuckles* we leave a dusty old farmhouse to become decaying corpses in long forgotten hallway....sounds like an old horror spoof *she looks down both directions of the hallway and shrugs* sure lets just pick a direction in which I can squish you *sarcasm hangs on her words as she leans against the wall* I'll manage, lets just go *She uses the wall for leverage as she moves down the hallway* we have to find an end eventually right?

Maybe we won't die dude, I mean, you might ** Seriously teasing as he took a few steps then called out ** HEEEEEEELOOOOO!!!! Hey people DYIN'HERE DUDE! Hello? ** There was no answer. He sighed as they moved along the corridors. ** Well like I heard once if you run your hand along a wall, and just keep your hand on that wall like you eventually GET somewhere you know? Wanna try that? ** He asked, still very concerned.**

*she shakes her head and chuckles* okay whatever...though it makes no sense.*she looks over at him*should we like leave a trail of breadcrumbs?...... .hey, you didn't grab that bottle of JD did ya?

**Running his hand along the stone wall saying lightly as their voices echoed.** Nah man, I didn't grab it. I didn't think like you would need it. This blows. HEEEELLLOOOO?!?!? FUCK SOMEONE. . . Anyone??! ** Still keeping his hand along the wall as he walked. Turning to look back at her and sighing slowly.** And dude it DOES make sense. See if you keep you hand on the wall you will get out. Even if you hit a dead end, you keep your hand on the wall, you make a u-turn and keep going. EVENTUALLY you have to find your way out. **He paused walking still very tired, and well at least not as cold. Moving back towards her and debating how to support her, he could try the clones again, though he really didn't want to. He knew what happened the last time he over exerted himself. Though . . .to save her life it would be worth it. . . It was at that moment, as he stared at her he heard an answer from down the corridors, a very faint "Hello? Who the hell is that?" He couldn't believe his ears as he called back near frantically. ** HEY ! HEY! . . . We're DOWN here, and Rocky is DYING. . . She's gonna. . . JUST GET HERE NOW AND BRING THE HEALING CHIKA DUDE!!!! **Remembering there were TELEPATHS here as well, so instantally started screaming mentally, he wasn't a telepath at all, he didn't possess any sort of mental speech gifts, instead he just thought REALLY REALLY loud. Looking back at Rocky then a smile spreading over his lips.** Dudette, I think you are gonne be okay! ** Overjoyed at this point that she indeed, most likely would NOT die, moved to her hugging her lightly, smiling very big like. He didn't realize how scared he was, until the stress faded. He almost even started squirting a few tears. Pulling away, to yell some more** JUST HURRY THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!

hell man, you /NEVER/ leave the booze behind...*she chuckles weakly as she looks behind herself and sees a speckled trail of blood* well looks like we dont' need the breadcrumbs after all *she shakes her head as she leans up against the wall* either that or you just keep walking in circles each time you take a U-turn...*a hand presses against her stomach as she forces herself off the wall, her back turning to Mark* Well sounds like your caterwauling got us found *A weak laugh as she pulls the hand away and tries to wipe off the blood before Mark can see it...no use getting the kid scared any more than he already was* Dying? Yeah right....*she shakes her head and starts to move in the direction of the voice humour hanging on the fringes of her voice* Only one dying will be you if you don't stop screaming

No you see ** He points out** It works, I did it in the corn maze Dudette, and I was the ONLY one aside from Greg who got out of that thing the REAL way that year, it's like a flaw and stuff, it takes longer and junk but you. . . Hell forget about it we're found. **Releasing her from the hug slowly still smiling, he knew she was still bleeding, the trail of blood was evident enough. Saying lightly. ** Dude in my room, I have a stash, some booze, smoke, everything. WHEN you get better we are gonna have a par-tay. But we can't smoke the stash here, see . . . they've had problems and don't like pot. But dude I'd even piss off Lyeth right now just to party with you again. ** He said this honestly and hushes again to save her from his whining. Honestly not the last thing he would want to hear if he was gonna die. He again hoped she'd make it. A few telepaths responded to him, one told him to shut the fuck up, and the other told him that to stay put they would retrieve the pair of them in a moment. ** They are telling me like that they will retrive us in abit dudette, that we need to stay put and junk. You cool with that? ** Moving then looking for anything to help her bleeding. ** Turn into the rock again nest time, and a lot sooner. It will stop the bleeding, and well . . . dude we won't be in this mess again eh?

a corn maze? *sarcastic skeptisicm hangs in her voice as she rolls her eyes* I thought you were from Anaheim? how the hell you end up in a corn maze? *she leans up agains the wall* so I guess we like stay here and wait * a grin dances briefly on her lips* whats wrong with partying now? *voices can be heard coming up the hallway* well looks like it worked we're found

Dude I was from Anaheim, and DUDE I like TRAVELED you know? **Leaning against the wall next to her smiling saying lightly, very seriously.** I. . . I am happy that you made it Rocky. You know this will sound like really lame and stuff, but when you vanished for a while back then . . . after that night that went on FOREVER it seemed, I actually was worried. **Straighening up and looking down the cavern avoiding her face at all. ** NOT That you know I didn't think you would like come back, or like cried over it, or even that those GUARD bastards got you and junk . . . but still . . . **Turning back looking towards her, and seeing the people heading up the hall to them. ** Anyway as soon as you are better I promise dude we'll par-tay like you wouldn't believe. **With that Mark moved to the middle of the Mall motioning to Mica, trying not to roll his eyes, and smiling at Spasm who seemed to just tag along for the ride. A few other unreconizeable UNnatchs following behind them.**