Generation Freaks✔️

Chapter 9.

"Thank Goddess you're alright." Paris pulled back, wet strands of blonde hair slapping her face.

Paisley's mouth fell open, but words weren't coming as she clamped it back shut, grinding her teeth to keep from chattering. Just minutes ago, was it minutes or hours, Paris had been near her death bed. She'd been dying, all energy dissolving in pixelated pieces. She no longer looked like she'd never seen a streak of day before. And Paisley couldn't speak, both from the cold controlling her mouth, and the astonishment that riddled her mind. Her stomach grumbled, gnawing at the insides of her stomach.

Paris cupped Paisley's face, drawing the girl's attention back to the blonde. "Your freezing. Let's get you warmed up."

For the first time, Paisley was actually grateful her feet were blocks of bricks. She planted them down, pushing her weight into their soaking mess, and tugged her arm away from Paris. There were answers she needed, questions that had to be asked. She wasn't going to move again until she acquired the information she wanted. Her jaw cracked as she cautiously pried her teeth open, keeping it tight in order to not fall prey to the sweeping of cold throughout her being.

Her fingers flexed, the joints having locked up from cold, and the numbness that had been sweeping through her body was starting to disappear. It left behind prickles of discomfort that made it difficult to move her fingers.

Paris crinkled her eyebrows, pursing her lips as she gazed over the soaking wet girl, and shifted her gaze to Paisley's savior. "Thanks for getting her Rudolph. Can you get her a blanket or something?"

Shuffling feet retracted, sloshing away from the two, and Paris pulled the frozen girl in for another embrace, clinging to her tightly. Paisley's form stiffened as her friends scent wafted into her nostrils.

Peaches, or is it mango? Apple, maybe? Or even pineapple?

Here Paris was, clean from head to toe and smelling like fruits whereas she was covered in full length of muck and rain water. If there was anything else to clinging to her body, Paisley wasn't sure she wanted to find out. Pushing Paris off of her before she could get to dirty, Paisley sidled to the side, wrapping her arms around her middle once more.

Despite the warmth swarming through the air and swirling within her, she was still cold, and doubted very much that some kind of blanket or towel would help her get over it. She needed to get out of the clothes that stuck to her flesh and into warm water that she could let soak into her skin. She would also need sleep, days on end of sleep. And food, glorious food that would fill the hollow hole that moaned within her stomach.

But first, she needed warmth before the hypothermia that now crippled her feet could fully take over. Paisley's eyes drilled to the ground, needing assurance that her feet indeed hadn't fallen off. Seeing the sodden mess she'd made with her arrival, the first ounce of heat flamed up her cheeks. Dark blobs that were no doubt mud fell off of her in patches, plopping into the puddles and rocking dangerously in the murky waters that was between the colors of yellow and green, but didn't match close to either one. Droplets sent rings through the water as they splashed into it, slowly transforming the puddles into lakes.

Exhaustion swept like a fog over her body, locking her knees. A sudden fire blazed in her veins, racing to create a bonfire in her stomach. The flames kicked at her inner walls, rising upwards in tendrils. She was getting the warmth she'd wanted, but couldn't have. Not now at least. No, not now. It didn't feel right, it was wrong.