The beat of issac's heart is shallow, but its there. The coffin he's buried in is dark, the dirt already covered it and bits of it fell through the cracks. As the oxygen slowly is used up he stares into the darkness, in agony as every moment passes.
as he lies there he feels his consciousness slip slowly away. This was most definitely it, his time was up. After so many narrow escapes and perilous victories, his luck had ran out. To be fair it should've have a long time ago, yet it never did. Until now that is.
"Trey... Please find me..." he rasps out into the small space, and his vision turns black, and a memory forms.
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"This path is fucking excruciatingly long, who the hell built a town all the way out here?" Issac gestured wildly toward Trey.
"I don't know, areas nice at least. better here than back home that's for sure, mountain air's much better than that desert" Trey smiled, always the more optimistic one of the two.
"yeah i guess... Cold as hell though, feel like my nose is gonna fall off any minute now." He says as he rubs his nose, trying to warm it up.
The two of them stay silent for a minute, listening out for any trouble. But as the silence drags on, isaac speaks. "Why are we coming out this way again? I mean I get the gist of it, but the other details I'm not too sure about," he said as he looked over at his traveling partner.
Trey smiles, "Sense of adventure! We've been couped up in that dusty ol room for weeks, jobs have been slow, and its not like we need the money or anything, but its good to have something to do. also, I've heard there's some interesting things to do out this way, heard tales of outlaws roaming about." He said as he inspected his rifle, and adding a faux southern drawl to the last part.
"Never do that again, that was awful," Isaac says, a smile cracking on his face, despite the effort the put into suppressing it. "But your right, it was getting boring just sitting around. But is it really a good idea to be picking fights? I mean don't get me wrong, i love blasting assholes like Tanaki's homemade chili, but is really a good idea; I mean we know nothing about this area or how dangerous the people are." Isaac says, partially serious and partially not.
Trey's silent for a moment, the usual cheery disposition has now gone. "I understand your apprehensive about this, but..." a pained grimace forms on his face. "I don't wanna see you wallow in your own self-hatred like that again. I keep having nightmares, of..." He's silent again, he's trying to compose himself.
"I keep having nightmares of you; doing something irrational, and i know it may sound selfish but i'd rather you didn't do anything like that. Even more so with what happened 2 months back. I've seen a lot of people go down that route, a lot of people i cared about. I just want you to realize that there's more than that room and That Room." Trey says, adding more emphasis on the last 2 words.
"So this whole thing is just a whole thing to get me out of my head, to help me move on?" Isaac asks, sounding a tad bit accusatory, but then shaking his head and continuing. "Thank you, it'll probably do me some good to come out here and do some actual good again. Well as 'good' as two morally relativistic mercenaries can be, eh?" Isaac smiles and elbows Trey in the arm.
Their conversation continues, and slowly changes topics continuously. going from observing the area, to talking about their past before meeting and even the events years prior; during their adventures. Or even ranting about inane things that slightly piss either off.
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"-ake up, come on wake up!" A voice calls out, muffed from him just now awakening.
"Huh, what happened?" Isaac asks, attempting to sit up but a hand pushes him back down.
"Don't move, you're pretty injured. you need to rest." the voice says. Wiping his eyes and looking around he sees he's in a shack. its small, enough room for a fireplace, bed, and small table and chair.
On the chair which has been pushed next to the bed is a man. tall and built like a freight train. He's familiar, he's seen him around a bit, Derek was his name.
"How'd you find me?" Isaacs's voice is raspy, he hadn't realized how thirsty he was until just now.
"I had a feeling that your business would go tits up, and kept an ear out for any trouble. Heard the shots ring out and thought that maybe it was just y'all handling it yourselves, the old-fashioned way." as the man spoke it was with an air of sadness. this worried Isaac, but decided against saying anything.
Derek continued, but not before handing a canteen of water and Isaac chugs it down. "I knew it was a slim chance that if something were to go wrong you wouldn't be able to handle it. I mean i've heard the stories about you two..." He let the end of his sentence hang in the air, as if giving Isaac a moment.
Isaac nodded, asking him to continue, and he does. "Something nagged at me, told me something went wrong. So i went to check on you from afar, deciding that maybe i could be useful as an extra gun if i played my cards right." He sighs.
"I came in just at the end of it. A lot of bodies, townsfolk dead and you and Trey captured. Just as your captors were seemingly finished, his first and only shot went straight through Trey's stomach..."
"What, Trey got shot? What are you talking about?" Isaac asks, his shock visible on his face.
"Trey's dead. Im shocked you don't remember, you were screaming out for him." Derek told him.
Flashes, flashes of memory hit Isaac like a ton of bricks. The gunshot, the cries of pain from his one and only friend.
"No, Trey cant be dead... I've seen him suffer a lot more than that." Isaac spoke, trying to convince himself of his truth.
"Im sor-" Derek tried to console him, but Isaac cut him off. "No! He's still out there, injured. He needs medical attention, everyone in town's dead I have to help him!" He shouted as he tried to get out of bed. But then Derek held him down again.
"Not happening, He's dead, and all you're gonna do by going out there is join him," Derek growled.
Isaac stared daggers at Derek.
Sighing, Derek relents. "Fine, just so you know, This is a stupid idea. I think Sirus took your stuff before capturing you, so you're going in with very little, and I'm not gonna just let you leave with no weapons, so there's a gun in the drawer behind, take it and leave." Derek says, staring back at Isaac.
Isaac stands slowly, pain radiating all over his body. "I woulda had you in bed for a few more days, not fully healed after all that happened to you." Derek said coldly.
Walking towards the drawer, Isaac opens it. Inside is a 9mm pistol and a few magazines for it, and he takes them.
"Thanks for saving me" he says as he grabs his coat off the coat rack near the door and throws it on, stepping out the door to the cold snow outside.
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One Bad Day
General Fiction2 legends walk in, 1 walks out. although less then he was before.
