Snippet #2603660

By now the news of Noah’s injury got to Dana. She quickly connected the dots and figured out that it was a bullet she crafted with her own hands that pierced his body. I am such a bum in this roleplay, Dana thought to herself. She was raised by her father to be the happy sister. She was supposed to be the girl with the happy ending but if her part of the story kept going this way she was going to end up alone…and crazy. She could already feel herself slipping. Dana hadn’t left the Mech Hall since finding out about Noah and all she could do was blame herself. Regardless of who took the shot, it was her bullet which meant there was blood on her hands as well. She stared into the fire burning in the oven; the same open fire she used to craft the bullet that went through Noah. Dana held out her hand to the fire, close enough to feel it fully. She wondered how close she’d need to get to feel her hand burn. It was then that she remembered the story of Mrs. Lovett and how she died. It was painful but maybe it was quick. How many people in this town would take note of her absence? How many people would miss her? Her dad? Patrick was going to be dead soon anyway. All the love in the world couldn’t stop the inevitable that Patrick was sick, no matter how much he hid it by being trying to be chipper and active. Dana was with him every night when he can barely breathe and has to stay up until 3AM with her rubbing his back and him taking anti-inflammatory pills. Eh, maybe that is where Dana got it from. She tried to always be happy so she wouldn’t have to deal with real depression…too late for that now. Dana stared into the fire, inching closer and closer every second. Just a couple steps…just a few.

A sudden bang made Dana hop away from the fire. She looked at the Mech entrance where the sound came from.

“We need to make out,” Luke shouted through the Mech Hall, ringing the automatic bell as he opened the door. Dana’s body leaped away from the oven and she looked up at Luke who, without permission, entered into the back room of the Mech.
“Excuse me?” Dana’s hands found her hips and she assumed her Luke-what-the-hell-is-your-problem-you-are-such-a-creep position.

“I just have this urge to take you into my arms tonight,” Luke shimmied his hips like a Spaniard. Dana smiled wide, she couldn’t help it. Luke was what she needed right now, even if he was absolutely there for all the wrong reasons. “Take me into your arms, huh?” Dana recognized the line, “…why have you been talking to my dad about old musicals?” Luke swung his hips again, “because Patrick is a fucking riot. And because I know you like them.” Dana kept smiling. She needed a distraction so badly from the despair that has been plaguing her life ever since the newcomers came to town. It was times like this where she considered being as slutty as Evanne…but then she’d come to her senses and be a real woman who didn’t throw herself around from man to man. Only men as sleazy as Luke would go down that well-travelled road anyway.

“What’s the real reason that you are here, Luke?” Dana knew his habits well enough to know that he had sex to escape other problems in his life. She thought of Noah and hoped that he was okay, “how is Noah?” Luke stammered, “he’s…alive.” “Isn’t that a good thing?” Dana asked the nervous Luke, “What’s going on Luke?”

“It’s great that he is alive. This town would crumble without him!”

“But….”

Luke scratched his head and looked around the shop, adamantly avoiding eye contact with a Clay woman. All of the Clays were well too advanced at reading people and Dana was no different. She’d be able to snuff him out in seconds. Then again, Dana was going to find out sooner or later and Luke didn’t want to be in the middle of it if she found out that he knew and didn’t say anything.

“Noah…is Evelyn’s…father.”

Dana could feel her legs weakening beneath her. She barely fell to the ground but steadied herself on a hanging bar. “You are kidding,” she choked out. “I wish I were,” Luke frowned at his failed conquest. He didn’t want to do anything with Dana anymore, at least not today. Dana looked at the fire in the open oven and could feel the fire within herself growing, fast and ferocious. Noah is a father? Noah had sex with Evanne? Judging by the age of Evelyn it must have been close to when he and Ris broke up. Evanne fucking stole him from her. She crawled into his life when he was feeling lowest and took advantage of him. That fucking slut. That fucking slut. Dana walked through the Mech Hall, picking up supplies, along the way, ending with a hunting knife she made a while back.

“Fuck this story,” Dana said while putting on a backpack and tucking the knife away somewhere safe.
“Where do you think you are going with that?” Luke’s eyes widened with true fear.
“To the Med Hut,” Dana proclaimed, “I’m assuming that’s where the bitch is.”
“Dana, you aren’t thinking straight,” Luke put a hand on her shoulder but she quickly pushed him off.
“You don’t know what I am thinking,” Dana exited the Mech Hall on a bee line path to Evanne.
She didn’t exactly know what she was thinking either.
The only thing she knew was that Evanne had better start running, and fast.