He, She, and All of Them

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As she turned her head she screamed. He ducked underneath the flying hunk of metal and rolled over to where she was sitting. Grabbing the back of her head by the hair harshly and pushed her down just as the next hunk came rocketing out of nowhere. The cement was cold and unforgiving beneath her face, and she began to think about the strange choices she had made during that wild and crazy day and quickly came to the conclusion that everything happening now was all her fault. Staring into the rush of freezing air coming from the enormous hole in the wall he didn’t hear the small sounds of her weeping with guilt and terror, and even if he had he probably wouldn’t care.

The blocks of metal and steel continued to rain down on them like a sideways storm for a full thirty minutes. When the attack finally ceased, she began to crawl out away from the wall towards the hole, thinking that Jimmy had to have been there. Marco looked up at her and found himself letting out a quick shriek and jumped out to grab her. Landing on her back, he pushed her to the ground roughly and tumbled off of her. What was with him? Why was he suddenly risking his life for her? It wasn’t like it was him they were after, it was her. But they would be after him if they saw him, so what was that little tackle thing about? And anyway, wasn’t she the one who got him into this mess, the one who had refused to help him and his family when the were most vulnerable? Brushing the thoughts from his mind, he got down onto his belly and slid himself over to the hole.

She stared at him in disgust. What was that about? Why did he keep hurting her? This was about Jimmy, wasn’t it? A thought suddenly smacked her in the face. He liked her, didn’t he? She couldn’t blame him. After all, who could resist the charm of Claire Janette? Other than Jimmy. She felt herself blushing wildly and she watched him slither over to the hole like a snake – no. She didn’t like him. He was a dirty little sewage rat, and Jimmy did like her. Why else would he have done all of… THAT? They were just having relationship problems, that’s all. Every couple does. Maybe they weren’t as complicated as killing her family, destroying everything she’s ever known, everything she was, and flinging giant hunks of metal from the construction site in an insane attempt to kill her… okay, so they were really bad. What was wrong with her? What made her keep coming back for more? Was it that feeling of hopelessness that she always got whenever she was around him? Was it because he didn’t want her, and she knew it?

Then, just as suddenly as the strange-but-deadly “hail storm” had stopped, it begun again.