Crying Ravine

Ch-5 Prey's Dear Life

   Filth worked Stabber to it's highest speed , trying to get away from the sisters chasing after the pair. Slurp opened the patchwork bag to see it full of things like the explosive rotary phones and other presumably dangerous exploding items. The two's backs were to each other , Filth being careful driving , and Slurp trying his best to aim. Luckily , most of the items seemed to be magnetic , sticking to the flowing katana .

   "Who even is the blue bitch? Seems like an absolute hoe." Slurp yelled , still digging deep into the bag.

   "I really don't prefer to talk about her , I tried sappressing any memory of her deep down." Filth mumbled, but could still be heard by Slurp's amazing hearing.

   "I get what you mean, some things people aren't ready to talk aboU-" Slurp said , supportively before a sharp arrow with teeth sped past his face.

   "STOP CHASING US YOU CRAZY BITCHES!" Slurp yelled and practically pulled his arm throwing a blue phone right onto the pink girl's face.

   The girls could be heard screaming loudly before a large cloud a blue dust appeared.

   "Good job Twigs, except that one of the arrows kind of got my anlkekandimnotfeelingtogoodkholyshell'" Filth began to say before slurring words.

   Stabber began to go down , but trying to jerk itself upwards so that it wouldn't crash but failed miserably. The two crashed in the "dirt" somewhere close to where the town square was , Slurp barely injured while the other was oozing blood from most areas on the body. Slurp had got off the ground and went over to Filth in a panic.

   "Filth- you can't fake this shit twice in the span of 30 minutes! Filth get up you ASSHOLE!" Slurp yelled , crouching over Filth's body laying on the dirt ground.

   Slurp reached into Filth's jacket in hope to find something to contact someone , and luckily he found the small walkie-talkie used to contact Grave. In a panic , he grabbed it immediately with his two over sized hands and fiddled with it. He eventually got it working and heard a voice on the other end.

   "Marshmellow? I told your sorry ass Slurp is in charge!"

"GRAVE? CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

"Slurp? OH GOD DAMN IT! DID SOMETHING GO WRONG?"

"FILTH GOT HURT I THINK HE-she-it-they? IS DEAD? CAN YOU GUYS EVEN DIE?"

"a- FUCKING SHIT! WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Near townsquare? I'm not too sure what it's called... just Filth is bleeding out quite a lot-"

"god.... could you try to get to the weapon park? 

"Alright, try to get here as fast as you can."

   Slurp had to think for a second. He would be carrying a "dead body" through town-square. Would he get questioned? ARRESTED??? Then he just thought about how the two women chased them both in the air and basically have no punishment. He attempted to pick up Filth , but immediately something popped in his body.

   "HOLY SHIT--- Damn bitch how fat are you??" Slurp exclaimed , then going down to a mumble.

   "fucking bitch" Filth managed to squeeze out, struggling.

   "dear god please don't scare me like that again" Slurp spilled out, shook that Filth was still 'moving'.

Slurp had trouble dragging , supporting , and doing all sorts of things trying to help Filth get to safety. Once the two finally got there , Filth practically slammed right into the park bench. Filth's breathing sounded extremely labored , barely holding onto dear life. A large shadow seemed to slowly form as a large object falling from the sky lightly drifted to the sidewalk. Grave's arms retracted into his back as he rushed over to the two.