((Cassidy Wakemore continued from The Moon is Laughing at You
The three of them walked through the woods, chatting it up, nattering on about a conversation topic that Cassidy couldn't even remember five minutes after the talk cut short. She remembered her contribution, talking about a character named Sword man, who wielded swords instead of hands. He also had swords for legs and swords for arms and swords for a head. She got a laugh out of that mental image, and tried to focus on it a bit more as Duncan's eyes crept towards Maria's bare torso. Maria didn't bother Cassie as much, obviously. She'd go topless too if her shirt wasn't so comfortable. Yeah, that was the reason. It had nothing to do with shame about her height. Why the fuck would you even think that?
Once again, the screeching of the announcements, a surefire attention-getter if there ever was one, made her spasm and drop that javelin. Fucking Danya couldn't let her rest in peace, could he? Whoops, bad choice of words.
She listened again, trying to piece together the names, but once again she felt weird and scatterbrained. Didn't know him, didn't know her, might have taken art with her that one time, shared a grand total of two jokes with that guy, and so on and so on. When the announcements ended, she realized that Maria'd heard something in them that shocked her. What was it? Oh right. Omar. Warren's killer, now killed himself. Duncan didn't know what to say about that, and Cassie didn't either. She just settled with giving Maria a big hug along with him.
"Duncan," she heard Maria whisper. "I... I lo-"
Cassie blinked a few times. What was-
That killed the hug pretty quickly. The three of them untangled themselves from each others' arms and rushed towards the source of the roar, only to discover an ultraviolent spectacle unfold before them. At least the others did. Cassie spent thirty seconds tripping and getting back up and remembering to pick up her javelin again.
The first participant in the struggle was a big, beefy sports guy. Maria didn't know who he was; she knew none of the sports guys. None of them. Well, she kinda knew that one guy who was an asshole on the first day. Wasn't he dead now? That kinda sucked.
This particular sports guy wasn't doing too well, either. Cassie saw him brush away some soda stuff from his face when she caught up with Maria and Duncan, and within seconds, he went from trash talking to falling speechless, choking on his words collapsing to his knees. The sounds of his struggling mouth reached Cassie's ears, and before she knew it, she started giggling. She couldn't help it. The sounds sports guy was making sounded like a duck quacking. An angry little duck fending off attempts to get her wee little ducklings. Fucking hilarious.
And to top it all off, combatant number two rushed forward and hit the duck pinata with his big stick. It was good old Jimmy Brennan, the loser that nobody believed in! The man no one wanted! And he's proving himself with the final whack of a pinata at the world champion's pinata-whacking competition! Go get 'im, Jimmy! Oh no, the bat's breaking the candy inside! Shame on you, Jimmy! Now you won't be able to eat the candy!
Yes! He did it! He proved himself to the world! Maria felt like cheering, right up to the point that the scent of hot, spilled blood reached her nose. That's when it hit her, when she realized what really happened. Jimmy wasn't a scrappy underdog, he was a petty, vicious self-absorbed cuntblower who'd become the butt monkey of Bayview High for very good reason. The sports guy wasn't a pinata, he was a normal sports guy who lost his temper, also probably for very good reason. And there was no cheering crowd, just Maria breaking her stunned silence in order to give that whorefucker a piece of her mind.
Cassie had actually slipped into another world, a world was red was green and wrong was right. The thought of it made her spew the meager contents of her stomach onto the ground below.
She shivered and looked up, dreading the sight of Jimmy basking in the sports guy's blood. She also saw three others, two guys and a girl, who were none too pleased with Jimmy either. The feeling seemed mutual for Jimmy, and he screamed like a monkey and charged at the rest of the group.
Shivering fingers gripped the hard wooden shaft of her javelin. Cassie frowned and lifted it into the air, determined to strike down Jimmy like an angry god. With a sudden jerk she bent forward and threw it with all her might.
It buried its head in the sand with a feeble nosedive, hurting nothing. Probably for the best, though Cassie didn't think of it that way at the time.