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

devious movements in your eyes

You soar through the sky, holding your rib as it aches. That thing must have one hell of a kick if it damaged you like this..

You tilt your head back, the ground and sky inverting.

Why aren't you landing..? You've been flying back for, like, 20 seconds..

You take your hand off your rib, going to scratch your eye. You notice blood on your hand.

Blood?

You lift your shirt up, seeing a bullet lodged into your skin. Black goop is oozing off of it. It's the same goop that leaks off of Opame..

Eww, what is it? It's in your skin.. gross..

Opame suddenly appears inches away from your face, her eyes uncannily wide. She gently steps onto your stomach, beginning to lower you. You realize you're levitating.

What?

How?

"Uh.. Opame, did you shoot me?" You ask, looking at her.

"I did before it kicked you. You could've gotten hurt from such a harsh landing, no?"

"..Probably not, but.. what's this weird.. goop?" You question, unlodging the bullet. The moment you do, you begin to plummet towards the ground. Opame grunts, aiming her gun at the ground and pulling the trigger. She disappears as the bullets fly out.

You crash into the ground, sand bursting into the sky and raining onto you.

IT'S IN YOUR EYES.

You whine, turning onto your side and trying to get the sand out. You're, somehow, able to ignore the great pain in your back in favor of your eyes.

Opame walks over to you, gently kicking your back. "Hey. Why did you do that?"

"Ah.. ah.. w-why did I do what.. ow.. oww.. nghh.." You say as you rub your eyes.

"You took the bullet out of your skin. That put us in grave danger."

"Dude, whatever, I didn't know! D-Do you still have that water.. maybe.."

"No."

"THERE'S FUCKING SAND IN MY EYES!" You yell, sitting up and holding your face.

"Tis just sand. You will be fine."

"NO! GET IT OUT!"

She grabs you by your cheeks, lifting you up. She smacks your hands away, prying your eyes open and spitting in your eyes. You squeal, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes.

It stings.

It stings.

It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings. It stings.

You can't see. It stings.

You begin to cry. It stings more.

Wait, nevermind, crying is helping. It doesn't sting that bad.

You sniffle, groaning and blinking excessively.

Ah, sweet, sweet sight.

You see Opame, feeling anger boiling in your heart.

"Dude, why'd you SPIT in my EYES?!"

"It stung, yes?"

"YEAH, DUH, IT STUNG!" You yell, getting up and brushing yourself off.

"That was the point, you foolish wimp. It caused you to cry, getting the sand out of your eyes."

"Wha.. I'm not a wimp, it just stung!"