HEART AT WAR [PART 2 OF A&B] [CSM]

the vacancy apparent in your eyes, enticing me to reach inside your mind

(p.s do not expect everything to be geographically correct, I'm sorry if I get things wrong during this but I've never been to these places. keep that in mind in case SOME OF YOU feel like being smarty pants)

You look at the ground, searching for tire marks. They had to have drove off in another direction.. but.. huh.

That's weird, there's no tire marks. Aside from when you pulled into the gas station, of course.

Your eyebrows scrunch as you rub your eyes, beginning to get frustrated. "H-Hey, Opame, did Guppy specify what that business was?"

"No. Why do we need to "catch" the RV? Was it thrown?" She says, showing the quotation marks with her fingers.

"Wh- what? No, like, catch UP.. like.. ugh, whatever." You bring your hands down from your face, rubbing your wrist.

You're still bleeding.. not as much as before, but still bleeding nonetheless. It hurts.

Your eyes feel dry.

YOU HAVE TO PEE.

"Nghhh.. oww.. I don't even know which direction to run, there's no goddamn tire marks.. oww.. ow.." You say, holding your abdomen.

Opame moves closer to you, grabbing your hand and raising it up to her face. She inspects your bleeding wrist.

"Are you alright, Heart? You look pained."

"Oh, I wonder why.."

She grips your wrist, dragging you into the corner store. You wince in pain, feeling her tight grip on your cut.

Of all places to grab, she puts her hand DIRECTLY onto your cut. You'd try to pull your hand away, but this woman terrifies you.

..It's not so bad.

You walk into the corner store with her. She grabs a pack of band-aids and a water bottle, beginning to walk out.

"Uuuh, yo, gotta pay for that." The cashier says, leaning over the counter. Their blood splatters all over you two as Opame continues to walk out. Your jaw drops as you stare at their remaining brains on the wall, half of their face hanging off the counter. Their arms tense up, twitching and slowly releasing as they collapse onto the ground.

You're pulled out of the store. She opens the water bottle, dumping it onto your arm. You can't bother to register the burning sensation.

She blew their head off for requesting basic human courtesy.

Why..? Throwing away human life so easily.. with little to no hesitation.. why?

She wraps a band-aid around your wrist, sticking it on and squeezing your arm. "There. You will heal." She says, patting it.

You snap out of your thoughts, looking at your arm, and looking back up at her.

"O-Opame.. are you, actually.. actually human?"

She seems a bit confused by the question at first, her eyebrow ever so slightly lifting.

"Yes, I am human. Why do you ask?"

"T-Then.. why would you kill someone for, like, no reason?"

"I did not like how they spoke to me, therefore I killed them."

"Wha- THAT'S A TERRIBLE REASON! YOU CAN'T JUST.. PASS JUDGEMENT LIKE THAT!" You yell at her, bringing your arms a bit closer to yourself. Being near her is beginning to bring great discomfort.

"Why not? I have the ability to do, so I shall. I see no problem with what I did."

"Dude, you fucking killed someone for no reason. At least if they were, like, super shitty, it'd at least make some sort of sense.."