Plan B

Plan B -P83-

Becka was quick with her movements, even on the icey roads. Now and then she'd run along the snowbank to avoid slipping. Either she was light, or the snow had hardened remarkably. But she kept going. Her brown hair in light whisps in teh wind. Lefty had the hardest time keeping up. Freaking FNGs.
She slowed to a stop, on one side was a gas station, and if you look to your left, you'll see a mosoleum door with a trail of blood in front. It surprised me how no one noticed. I studied the trail, it only went a few feet, then ended. The iron fence of the cemetray behind was maybe five feet. And also had the spikes. No way could anyone be tossed that high. Could they? But one thing didn't help me out at all, no Gonzalo. No where in sight.
Becka scanned around quickly and noticed something, "Guys I think I know where he is. Follow me." And she went ot the entrance.
Me and Heatstroke exchange unknowing glances and went after her. Where inside the cemetry by a headstone we found Gonzalo, his stomach gored and the snow turning red aorund him.
I was first to react, this sight hit me harder than I planned. I didn't feel the same about him as I did Soap, but in a way, he was like my brother. I sunk to my knees, snow crunching as I hit it. As I brought him closer I near silently told him, "We'll get you outta here. Hang in there."
I pulled off my coat and used it as something to hold the bleeding, for now anyways. The chill of the winter air not fulling effecting me as it would have.
"I know a place you can treat him," Becka told me. "We should try getting him back to my place."
I glanced at her, I saw no lying in her eyes, but then again Silvia had the same look. That same look to fool us into trusting her, when she really murdered an innocent child and went off trying to makeout with my boyfriend. But Becka seemed to have a harder to make up expression, her mouth a flat line and her eyes so trusting.
This is where I make the big leader disistion. So I made my dampened voice as strong as possible. "Fine. Lead the way, we'll be right be hind. Hawk, help me with Gonzalo. Heatstroke, Lefty, cover us if anymore assholes come after us."
"I see you don't give two shits about language," Becka snorted to herself.
I ignored it and got one of Gonzalo's arms over my shoulder. Hawk did the same. So Becka got walking and we followed, my hand holding the jacket in place.
We crossed the street and soon made another turn down another street. About half way down we turned again and started going uphill. Just as we came ot an intersection we heard a car coming. Becka looked up from the ground and stared as a silver minivan came to a stop. The window rolled down to show us an older woman with these huge almost aviators, but the lenses were a soild dark brown, making her look like a stoner boss person, and dark brown and gray hair. "Dish? What are you doing? I thought you were at the Apathica with Alison."
"I was," She explained. "But a guy got taken while I was there. I knew where he was, and so I helped his friends find him. Please, mom, he's hurt bad, can we just let them stay for tonight?"
My mom sighed and studied us, mostly staring at the fact we had guns. But a look played on her face I couldn't read. "Alright. But they aren't firing those guns in or at the house. Get in, it's a quick ride anyways."
So Becka signaled to us to get in, she took shotgun. I and Hawk sat on either sides of Gonzalo in the back seat. Heatstroke sat in front of me, and Lefty took the last seat behind Becka's mom. And the woman started to continued down the road.
At the end was a huge brown house, a few bushes and trees in the front. As we pulled up the driveway I noted the fact that they had a pool with a red wooden deck, the stairs up a retaining wall were covered in snow. The woman opened a garrage door and got out. We all followed.
"I'll get the first aid kit from the closet, now after I get him stabilized, I'm taking him to a hospital."
So Becka led us inside, up stairs and into a huge grand area. The walls green, and there being four skylights all blocked in snow. The kitchen was a little small, and the dinning room had six chairs around a big table. We followed up even more stairs as Becka started to talk to us.
"My sisters are at school right now, so they won't be bugging us for a bit." She looked back, as if expecting we'd be lost. But I was busy studying the rooms. The first one on the left was a blue room with a bed right next to the door. Almost no room to move. Behind the bed was a computer area, and across was a vanity, and on the far side was a closet. The one of the right was a slightly larger yellow room. The bed near a window, and a bookcase in the dumbest of areas. Near teh foot of the bed was a closet. In a corner was a computer set up, and the other remaining had a dresser. The last one on teh left was closed so I couldn't see. But then on the right was a empty red walled room. The ceiling painted navy blue. "It used to be my brother's room. But he's at collage right now so this was gonna be the guest room."
Me and Hawk carefully laid the still bleeding Gonzalo down on the bed. And within a minutes notice Becka's mom came up with a typical sized first aid kit. She took off the jacket he was wearing and exaimined the wound, "Now how'd he manage to get this?"
If only I knew! "Someone probably pulled a knife on him."
"Shit," The woman cursed under her breath and went to the first aid kit. And started to disinfect the wound. "He's probably gonna need stitches. I'll see what I can do." And she got out a roll of bandages, being as careful with her movements as she could. Gonzalo didn't flinch. But consitering he wasn't doped out on morphine made me nervous, wouldn't he feel something. Knocked out or not?
Some of us left, being invited in the closed room. It was a pink walled room with a ceiling with an overhang above a bed. The covers not even attempted to be made. In a corner was a closet and computer set up. The vanity had an old TV and a jewlery box loaded with every last necklace, bracelet, and earring you could think of. A windowsill had all sorts of junk on it, the other was just as cluttered. A guitar between the bed and dresser.
"Well here's my room." Becka sighed and flopped down on her bed. It took a moment before she glaced at us oddly and offered, "Why not you take a seat and wait instead of standing like a bunch of zombies."
I went to the bed and sat on teh opposite end, Hawk took the white and yellow, wooden computer chair and sat backwards in that. Heatstroke took a blue lounge chair in teh corner. And Lefty had the floor. But we could hear her mom as she left with an uncontious Gonzalo to take him to the hospital.
Becka pulled the guitar out and strummed it quietly, not like she were using us as a captive audiance, which I hope she wasn't. But I noted the fact she had trouble with her bar cords. Soon I told her, "Do you want me to show you something?"
Her stared at me, then at the guitar resitng in her lap.
"I won't ruin it," I assured. "And I know what I'm doing."
She sighed and passed it my way, handing an orange pick as well. I thought for a moment and that song, that very song which played through my head that one time. I started to play the song. With in moment's Becka reconized it.
"I'm sitting in a room/with big white walls/And in the halls/There's people looking through/The window in the door/They know exactly what we're here for." My fingers worked the strings even faster now at the chorus. "Don't look up just let them think there's no place else you'd rather be/You're always on display/For everyone to watch and learn from/ Don't you know by now/You can't turn back/Cause this road is all you'll ever have" Becka jumped in, our voices in near perfect pitch. "And it's obvious that you're dying dying/Just living proof that the camera's lying/And oh oh open wide/Cause this is your night/So smile/Cause you'll go out in style/You'll go out in style." My fingers slowed and Becka took the next verse, "If you'd let me I could/I'd show you how to build you're fences/set restrictions/Sparate the world/The constant battle you hate to fight/Just blame the limelight/Dont look up/Just let them think/There's no place else you'd rather be/And now you can't turn back/'Cause this road is all you'll ever have." I jumped back in as we finished the song.
As I stopped Becka sighed, "How do you know that one?"
"I just do," I shrugged and passed the guitar back.
"Where'd you learn to play?" She asked.
"I just taught myself," I answered. "Used to own a bass guitar, think I still have it in my appartment somewhere."
"Well I think you're pretty good at it," Becka tells me. And I half heartedly smile.
Lefty stared at teh countless pictures on the overhang. Eight ballet slippers hung down, and a dream catcher not fall from them. And soon it dawned on me that there was a noise outside. A car. We all looked outside to see the silver minivan pull back in.
"Looks like my mom's home." Becka sighed in slight irritation.
As we were left in her room, Becka came out and we heard two girls she was talking to. As footsteps came back, growing closer and closer, I felt myself grow small. Nowhere to run. When the door opened it was just Becka and the contorted feeling of dispare disapeared. "Well your friend is back, all I know is that it took a bit consitering my mom had to pick up a pacription for him and they had to stitch up the knife wound."
Once again we heard heard her mom dragging Gonzalo back up, and she carefully placed him back down on the bed. He just laid there lifelessly for a few hours. Becka had left to cook dinner downstairs.

(Gonzalo)
The numbness I felt begun to receed, and pain twisted my senses. As I reached to the sorce, a hand grabbed my wrist, "No, don't mess with the stitches. Just rest."
That voice, it was American, a woman as well. Was there any women in the Rangers? At all? I couldn't think of any. As I lightly opened my eyes I could see through crossed vision and blur the woman's long dark brown and gray hair. Under her eyes were dark circles, like she never got enough sleep, or that she had seen many things. And her eyes, they were just like Becka and Scarab's eyes. A dark brown-green.
I sat up, and took note of my shirt being missing. Not that I'm embarrassed about my body, I just don't like the fact some random woman is seeing my chest.
"Where am I?" I asked with my voice sounding horse. But a new question speared through my still gathering mind. "Where's Scarab?"
"Easy now," She eased me back down on the bed lighty. "You're safe, and so are you're friends. You need to rest."
"No, where's Scarab?" I asked again.
She sighed, probably thinking I wouldn't get the message. "She's safe and sound, you don't need to worry about her."
Well of course I do! For all I know, she's running through the woods going after that stoner ranger. "Just tell me where she is!"
"She's in the room across the hall," She answered. And I started to get up, once again being pushed back down. "No, you need to rest! Stay in bed!"
"¡Maldita sea!" I snapped. "Just let me up!"
"I don't need you tearing your stitches!" She insisted. "Now maybe a little later I'll let you walk around. But just stay in bed alright? Or do I need to use Dilaudid or something?"
"Why would you have drugs?" I questioned.
"The doctor told me to make sure you took them so that you wouldn't be in so much pain," She explained. "I don't smuggle drugs if that's what you're thinking."
Well that made sense. But my mind still raced as I kept thinking about what might be happening. Where everyone was. I tried to get up once again, only to be pushed back down and the woman reaching for a bottle of pills.
With one in her hand, she held it in my face, "Here, apparently you need to this."
I glanced at her, then at the pill in front of me. Sighing, I took it. Not too happy with her. And ignored the bitter taste that lingered.
"I'll get you some water," She sighed and stood. Moving stray hairs from her face. "Just stay here alright?"
I nodded with growing drowsiness. As she left I stared out the window, the hanging icicles shimmered in the light, letting a rainbow of colors reflect on the glass of the window. Blue skys and sparkling white snow. I was so used to the green of rain forests, this was an all new beauty I've seen. And it took me until now to truely realize it.
"Here," My thoughts were interupted by that woman holding a paper cup up to me. And I remembered the bitter taste still grooling in my mouth. So I took the cup and gulped down the mouthfull of water. "I'll come back later to check on you, okay?"
I nodded and returned to examining the icicles. In fact I lost track of time until a few minutes later, or I thought it was a few minutes anyways, when a different voice asked me calmly, "Hey, Gonzalo. How are you feeling?"
The trancelike state seemed dulled as I sprung to my senses, I hadn't heard the door open, let alone the footfalls of this person. I looked up at the face, and Scarab leaning against the wall. Arms crossed and a joker smile, of course she'd pick now to find my condition funny.
"Could be worse I guess," I sighed. "When did you come in here?"
"I was here for a few minutes," She claimed.
I gave her this dumbass look, "I didn't notice, sorry."
"I know that," She chuckled. "You were too busy being hypotized by ice and snow to even notice a bomb go off, let alone me coming in."
I shrugged indifferently. "So where are we?"
"Becka's place." She told me with a yawn. I didn't even realize how late it really was. And somehow I was still mezermized by the twinkle of light of the ice in the dark. It was a little later than 10:10 pm.

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ALright so Gonzalo's found. And he's alive. Thank god. But being doped up on his medication brought him to consentrating on icicles. xD

So Gonzalo was saying "¡Maldita sea!" (meaning Damn it). Well we are all aware that I'm learning these from Ladnir.