Chapter 5 "Haha asshole this girl couldn't take me in a fight if I had my gun...and I had bullets for my gun..." I thought to myself. "Wow she can do cartwheels I'm so impressed, WAIT! FAKE FEAR! FAKE FEAR! Alright good she bought it, now to pretend like I'm a paranoid freak, yes scanning for signs of attack." I listened to her words carefully then mimic a timid voice. "S-spying? I'm sorry Mrs. I wasn't spying I just suddenly appeared here and I didn't-," I said before I suddenly lunged at her ignoring the overwhelming pain and I pin her to the ground with my weight and I grab the gun from the table and put it to her head hoping desperately she doesn't know it's empty. "Now tell me why I'm here exactly," I said. Note about Drake's past: in middle school and high school Drake took acting classes and was on the wrestling team he has a large build and incredible determination but he isn't fat...just out of shape ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry it's short guys
Interesting... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jade's POV I remained calm, looking into his eyes. "If you suddenly appeared, I have no idea why you are here. But you are in the remains of America, thanks to that rat government we have," I said calmly. "Rat government? What are you talking about?" he asked. "Ever since the bombing of Pearl Harbor, everyone has been fighting, thanks to the stupid government officials. They didn't do anything about it, everyone wanted someone's head. And then came the nuclear missiles which turned the remains of America to what it is. Luckily for most, Canada was open to let people shield themselves from the radiation. And you have seen the infested jungle we live in. You saw the Mutts that live around us. I have to fight them off just to get food," I said harshly, my eyes glaring at him. I saw my katana from the corner of my eye. If I could only get it, I could be ready to cut his head off in seconds. I smirked, my plan forming in my mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Short, sweet, and to the point. Sorry for it's shortness.
"She has to be lying now all I have to do is make sure she can't get her sword," I thought to myself. I readjusted my position to attempt to make it so she couldn't get her sword and...I kinda, maybe, sorta put too much pressure on my ankle and passed out from the pain... The last thing I saw before I passed out was her. "You know she is actually kinda pretty...," I thought to myself right before passing out. I woke up once again on the make-shift bed. "MY BRIEFCASE!" I yell jumping up and pass out again as I put pressure on my ankle. I see the girl snicker as I lose consciousness. She is seeming more and more like a bitch. A pretty bitch, but still a bitch. I wake up once more on the bed and sniff the soup on a small crudely crafted table beside me. I gingerly take a sip and spit it out and drop the bowl. "That stuff tastes like shit!" I scream at the girl. "Make me something tastier!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Would you rather have longer and less frequent updates or shorter and quicker updates?
K... I'll update. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jade's POV "Unless if you want to keep passing out from pressure on that ankle of yours, you should drink your stew. After all, I've been drinking it all my life and look at me," I simply say. "And that's all we have for dinner, since I can't leave this house with you in my house. Unless you want to put yourself to the test." I grab his bowl, pouring it out. He frowns at me, shooting daggers at me. I don't speak. I just sharpen my katana's blade, glancing at the gun on the table. I grab his gun, checking to see if it was loaded. I smirk to find it wasn't. He had used all of his rounds in the Mutt, providing me with comfort. He watches me, ready to pounce at me. He also seems to be lost in thought, as if he was out of this dimension. He is quiet, but obviously wanting to kill me as it was. I blow a strand of black hair out of my face, grabbing my katana again. I sharpened it as I lean on the table, starving and exhausted. Soon as night fell, he fell asleep. I soon fell asleep after I set traps in front of his sleeping body, making sure I would be awake if he tried to escape. When I woke in the early morning, he was still asleep, or pretending to sleep to keep me from watching his every move. I disarm my traps at the door and look out at the overgrown earth. It was quiet and peaceful, as it usually was. I watch the sun rise on the horizon, listening to the loud birds wake and make their loud, annoying chirping. I hear a rustling behind me, as if someone was waking along with the birds. I turn to see Drake wake up to the noises from outside. I watch him sit up and try to stand, wincing when he put the slightest pressure on his ankle and sat down. "Morning," I smile, shutting the door and resetting the traps. I finally turn towards him, seeing him watch me expectantly. Again, he is quiet, lost in thought, yet ready to pounce. I start the morning stew, watching him, katana next to me. "If your forming a plan, you might as well not try until that ankle of yours is healed along with that gash on your head that you seemed to have not noticed," I say, breaking the silence. "Gash?" he asks, raising his hand to his head. His eyes widen as he feels the bandage on his head. "I did that for you. And I have been adding an herb to help heal that ankle of yours. You should thank me. But of course you won't, seeing you are a bastard with wealth." I sigh and continue to stir the stew, watching the water and herbs spin in the pot. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quiet boring, but it's something. And it's not as long as I thought... Oh well...