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[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

Flash.

Bang.



Two things are wrong with this picture:

One, Chainsaw is standing beside a massive crater full of dirty water and dead squid.

Two, there's a sun in the sky and not a cliff in sight.

Three, those aren't even squid.



That was more than two things, wasn't it.

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[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

He adds together two and two and comes up with oh fuck.

"Where does it fucking look like?!"

All of his attempts to resist the compulsion come up null. He can hope Chainsaw isn't as malevolent as he could be, but it's a slim fucking hope.



Or he could hope Abel has something up his sleeve.

...Abel...?

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, Chainsaw is booking it in the opposite direction.

Goddamn livelings just aren't worth the trouble.

(He forgets his coat.)

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Actually, Abel has no idea what he's doing. None whatsoever. He's running as fast as he can, hand thrust forward to ---

He catches Cain's collar and grips it tight.

Goddamnit, Cain, if you know what's good for you, you better stop.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

He makes an awkward choking noise and stumbles.

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

From about a hundred feet behind them: flash and bang.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

Cain stops moving. Stops so quickly he overbalances, in fact, and has to grab onto Abel (oh god why) for balance.

"...Okay, the fuck was that?"

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

W-why are you grabbing me like that? Abel almost trips on himself in shock, hands finding themselves on Cain for support.

"I..." He starts, blinking. "I don't really know."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Fine."

He lets go, in a way that somehow suggests he was never holding on in the first place.

"Where are we? No, let me guess, you don't fucking know that either."

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

That...really hurts. Abel folds his arms, sucking a breath in between his teeth. His temples throb and he's resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"You don't have to be so--fuck---nasty." Sigh. "S'not m' fault."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

Snort.

"This is nasty? Oh, Abel. You don't know what nasty is."

Cain picks up a rock and chucks it angrily at the lake. It falls short by about two feet.

Grumpily: "But I bet that bastard was giving you a decent lesson."

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[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

What the fuck.

As if Abel's day could not get any worse. If he'd known he was doomed to stay with Cain and his emotional intelligence of a three-year old, he wouldn't have kicked that Chainsaw guy.

In fact, he should've just let Cain drown.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"I can't believe you."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Sure you can."

He gives the lake one last glare, then turns around and starts walking away from it.

"I'm right here, aren't I?"

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"That isn't what I meant."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Whatever."



And just like that, Cain stops.

"Wait. We're on a planet."

He scowls up at the misty white sky.

"No fucking commanders, no fucking ships, and nothing to fucking fight. Great."

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"That's what...I was trying to tell you."

He paused and ran a hand through his hair.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Next time," Cain grumbles, "say it louder."

You're not on AIM. 'A'

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Only if you fucking listen to me!"

Abel stands his ground, arms folded.

"We're supposed to be teammates--partners! Y-yet you always dismiss what I say! I mean, fuckFuck."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Partners. Right. Didn't I teach you your place once already? Guess it didn't take."

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Fuck you," Abel spits.

Derp, he's turning around and walking towards the ~*~other~*~ direction.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Don't be such a little bitch," Cain calls back to him without turning around or slowing.

Hey, what's that up ahead?

Is it a black leather trenchcoat?

It is!

He is ENCHANTED.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Pointedly ignores and keeps.

Walking.

God.

Damnit.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

LEATHER COAT LEATHER COAT LEATHER COAT

Does it fit him?

It does.

Does it complement his flightsuit most wonderfully, faded matte black over sleek inky gloss?

It does!

Cain is DELIGHTED.





Hmm. He seems to have lost his navigator.



Well...

Fine. He'll turn back and start looking for him. After all, Abel will probably come in handy soon.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

If by useful, he means 'Cain will fuck him until he passes out', no. Brb being stubborn.

Walk. Walk. Walk.

What lies beyond those flattened houses?

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

More flattened houses. Empty fields.

Eventually, a building that isn't lying on the ground in pieces, although it isn't a house either.

It's about at this point that Cain catches up.

"Miss me?" he asks cheerfully, falling into step at Abel's side. The coat flaps in the minimal breeze. (To anyone who isn't Cain, it looks a little ridiculous.)