"Are the communists behind this?"
"No."
"So our government lied?"
"Our government is behind this!"
Did Scarlett think she would be involved in a huge...
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"She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged" - Virginia Woolf ｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡* ∞*⍋⋆*❅｡
One of Scarlett's arms was draped over Blake's shoulders for support as the group rushed off to find their sailors. Erica and Dustin ran ahead, with the two teens hobbling behind them. "Fuck this town," Blake hissed under her breath.
"Maybe they're on the toilets?" Erica offered, eyeing the restrooms to their left.
"They're intoxicated, they don't have diarrhoea!" Dustin snapped, hands on his hips as he glared down at Erica, who raised her chin defiantly at the older boy.
Scarlett hissed as new pain travelled up her leg. "They might want to throw up," she said, earning a glare from her brother.
Dustin grumbled and waltzed up to the restroom. The boy pushed open the door, and to his surprise, Robin and Steve were seated on the dirty tile and laughing without a care in the world. Robin's gaze immediately found Blake's dishevelled perm and gulped.
"Okay!" Dustin fumed. "What the hell?" he demanded, earning laughs from the two seated teens. Steve slid further down onto the tile as he slapped Robin's knee.
Scarlett adjusted her glasses and brushed some curls out of her face. "Why couldn't you two just stay put?" she pleaded, shaking her head. Her bandage was starting to discolour as more blood seeped out of her wound. She really needed medical help, and they all had to get out of that mall as quickly as possible.
The two sailors laughed again, and Blake looked ready to jam her head through a wall.
"No time to waste," Dustin declared. "Get up," He hauled Steve and Robin to their feet and slapped Steve's cheeks for good measure. "Let's go."
The Henderson pulled the restroom door open and poked his head out; the rest followed suit to look out of the restroom. They were the furthest image from inconspicuous. "And..." Dustin started, aiming to disperse into the crowd and blend in. Which wouldn't be easy, seeing as Steve's face was bloodied and swollen, whilst Scarlett had a thick bandage around her thigh with blood trailing down from it. "Blend," he commanded.
The group of six walked out casually and joined the crowd, leaving the movie. Erica's eyes flitted around. "Well, shit, that worked." she managed a small smile for Dustin.
Dustin shook his head with a jovial grin. "Course it worked. We just have to get on the bus with the rest of these plebs, and home sweet home, here we come."
Home triggered a drugged memory out of sober Steve. The boy gulped. "Uhh, Dustin? Scara?" The siblings urged Steve to continue. "Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house."
"Why?" Dustin asked.
The penny dropped for Scarlett, however, and she sighed. "Oh no." she brought up a hand to cover her face. They were dead.
