beyondtheline | Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

[So this is how he gets away with it, then. Cruz, a skeleton, with a skeleton horse, lives in a skeleton of a house with a skeletal barn attached - and he remains unseen, his home apparently abandoned, all the way on the outskirts of this thing that's barely a town.

Well, you do what you gotta do, and Johnnie won't turn down a kind offer of a safe place to stay the night. He can't help but grin at Chrissy having such a good time riding that bony horse as he pulls the bike in through the barn door and parks it to the side, then hops off.]

Hey man, we owe ya for this. Here.

[See, this is yet another reason it's good to stock up on alcohol. He finds their most recent stolen bottle of tequila and pulls it out as he saunters over to their host and offers it in an outstretched hand.]

On us. Uh, if you drink, that is. You do drink, right?

[Normally that would be a dumb question to ask but the guy appears to be actual bones. But, bones that can smoke, without lungs, so he can probably drink without a mouth, right?

That earns a laugh from Cruz.]

I sure do, fella. You don't have to, though. I'm not looking for any kind of repayment, just helping out a couple folks in need.

[Johnnie shakes his head and waves that attempt off.]

Nah, it's all yours. Or if you really insist, we can all split it tomorrow, the three of us an' the rest of your crew. Can't wait to meet 'em. They all skeletons too?

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[She laughs and plays at protesting that kiss, but gives in and lets him carefully have his way with her. He's about to do her makeup, so it doesn't really matter if he gets some red on her beforehand.]

Do you mind trying to?

[The fact of the matter is she could do it herself, but wants to spend this time with him doing something light and silly. Not only is it a great memory, but in case something goes wrong and one or both of them wind up hurt it provides them with a little levity to cling hold of.]

Make me as scary as you can. I won't mind.

Hm, okay. Hold on, I got an idea.

[He hops up to go head over to the bike, shooting grins at the few of the skeletons right nearby who notice his new look, then digs out his hair grease and comb. With those in hand, he trots back over to the stall and sets them down, then sorts through her makeup to grab what he wants. That tube of red lipstick will come in useful again to paint streaks of blood and gore across her face outlined in jagged black eyeliner, and he darkens all around her eyes, even asking her to close her eyelids so he can cover those in black also, so if she blinks it will seem like she has no eyes at all in the darkness. Blue eyeshadow fills in the gaps between the painted gashes, making her look corpselike and inhuman, and then he fashions her hair into a mane of swept back spines.

It takes a few minutes of careful work, and he's not sure it came out exactly as he'd imagined, but it'll sure look awfully fucked up in the dark under the firelight. Grinning, he flips the compact back open for her.]

Dunno if those people are gonna wanna follow you anymore, but maybe you can get 'em to run real fuckin' fast like this.

[When she looks in the mirror at first, she sees a flash of herself with her eyes hollowed and caved in, blood pouring down from them. She momentarily looks horrified, but closes her eyes for a second and gets rid of that image from her mind. That was the past. This is now, and it's just makeup. It's pretend.

Her eyes open and she's able to see the makeup more clearly now, and instead of fear, she looks awestruck.]

Oh my gosh, I look so scary! They're definitely going to run from me.

[Laughing, she leans in to kiss him, but thinks better of it at the last second. They better not smudge their makeup too much. She does, however, contort her face into something angry and growls to go along with it. She's going to be the scariest thing these people have ever seen.]

I bet it's almost time. Are you ready?

[For a second he's worried he fucked up. He sees that look on her face and frowns, ready to remove it if it's too much. But evidently she decides it's all right after all, and he relaxes with a sigh, then gives her a smile and a squeeze to her shoulder - the one without a healing tattoo, that is.]

Just about. I wanna do something with my hair, too.

[His is easier since it's shorter, though. A few scoops of pomade in his fingers and he's able to spike his hair up into a wild mohawk. Man, now he really wants fake vampire teeth or something, but this'll have to do.]

All right. Let's go make some torches an' get on our horses.

[Elsewhere, wood is being piled into the wagon for easier transport to the field, and Johnnie detours to sacrifice a shirt and soak strips in gasoline so they can make themselves some torches - which will also serve to light the fires, once it's time.

Nibaihi, meanwhile, leads his spare horses over to lend to Johnnie and Chrissy after everyone else has gathered up, with a few more horses hitched to the wagon, now. Both of these riderless skeletal creatures seem well-behaved at the moment, though the one Johnnie is supposed to take keeps pulling at the lead like it would rather be somewhere else.]

They're all saddled up and ready. Just click your tongue and give a good kick with your heels to get them to speed up, or hold back on the reins to slow down. It's more intuitive than you think. Either of you want a boost up?

[Look, he's not calling them short, but they're both short.]

[At least Chrissy knows she's short and has no problem admitting that. She nods and extends her arms a little, but gives Nibaihi a look before he makes a grab for her.]

Just be careful, I cracked some ribs last week and it still hurts a little.

[Nibaihi raises both eyebrows but doesn't make a move at first. Instead, the corner of his mouth tips upward in amusement.]

Lucky for you, I had four daughters a long time ago. These hands are bony, but I know how to be gentle.

[He hadn't been intending on physically picking her up like she was a little girl, but she's small enough that she's easily hoisted up and onto her horse. He even helps her with her blanket, so it looks like she's a demon on a skeleton horse. Johnnie on the other hand, he has no intention of picking up like a child. Not that he's expecting the boy to take him up on the offer. He's too headstrong and independent for that.]

[Yeah, Johnnie's already off to grab his blanket, throws it over his shoulder, and then hauls himself up onto the horse. Which takes some effort, but the pommel is a good handhold and he manages well enough. Good thing he's fit, even if he's pocket-sized. His horse pins its ears back at the added weight, but Nibaihi gives it a look and it behaves well enough.]

All right, you two. I'll be scouting ahead of the wagon, but I'll come back here for the horses afterward. Like I said, if something happens, they know their way home. Trust them.

[Easy for him to say, Johnnie thinks, as he looks down at the skeletal creature he's sitting on top of. But, hell, as long as it's fast and smart enough to keep him out of real trouble, he can handle the rest. He gives Nibaihi a grin and a nod.]

Got it. Good luck, man.

[And to test his instructions, Johnnie clicks his tongue a few times and gives his horse a tap with his heels. Nayáwsa' flicks its bony stub of a tail, and for now, begrudgingly walks forward, so Johnnie directs it toward Cruz who is with the rest of the group preparing the wagon.]

Hey. We're off to get those fires ready. You have any trouble, you get yourselves outta there. We don't need to risk our people for this, or your house.

[And for once, Cruz thinks Johnnie has said something surprisingly sensible. He takes off his hat and gives a deep bow of a nod. There's respect in there, despite their conflicts.]

You stay safe out there, Redmayne.

[Bobby, in the back shoving wood into the wagon, steps out to give a playful salute to Johnnie, then smiles to Chrissy as he goes to saddle up.]

I'll be right alongside you the whole time, Miss Chrissy. Don't worry, I know he'll have my ass if I don't.

[She smiles and shrugs, trying to act like she has no idea what he's talking about. But everyone knows both Cruz and Johnnie would have his ass if anything happens to her. She makes a promise to herself to be careful, and if not careful then at least able to fend for herself. Bobby's been nice to her, and she doesn't want to cause trouble for him.]

We'll be okay.

[Her heels lightly dig into Niish's side, and she clicks her tongue to get things in motion. As she and Bobby set into motion toward the farm up ahead, they linger to the back of the group and take it slow. As Johnnie heads out to take care of his part of things, she catches his eye and gives him a nod of her head. She'll be okay.

There's no conversation as they slowly make their way toward the bunkhouses. It's dark now, and she knows no one will be able to see Bobby on his horse. But they might be able to see her. And it dawns on her that anyone that does will just see a cloaked figure floating along.

Bobby takes the lead once they cross the property line, and picks up the pace as they make their way through the fields. She knows the area they're headed to will be guarded, so they have to abandon their horses a good distance away at the edge of the fields. Sure enough, they're well behaved and just wait there. Niish gets a pat to the flank before she moves through the darkness with purpose.

Whatever is meant to distract the guards is doing its job, because they're shouting to one another and are riding away. Chrissy takes advantage of this and rushes into the bunkhouse, and knows she needs to play a part. As people sit up in their beds and scream as they look over at her, she doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't shout, doesn't try rushing everyone all out at once.]

Listen to me.

[If she's going to look like a demon, she makes herself sound and act like one too.]

If you value your lives and want to be free, you'll follow me through the flames. Stay here, and you'll burn along with the man that thinks he owns you.

[Does that sound commanding enough? Mysterious and alluring enough to entice them? She's met with fearful looks and frenzied whispers. No one's moving though.]

Go! The fire's already starting. If you stay here, you'll burn and die.

[There's two other bunkhouses to move through, and she leaves this one in a hurry. The other two are just as frustrating to get people up and moving. But the fires have already been lit and are growing, even in the slow falling rain. She hurries to the edge of the fields, taking her torch from Bobby. She waves it to attract attention, guiding those that are brave enough to head her way to hurry forward.

Something she's not expecting, however, is for the people she's trying to save to be afraid enough of her to turn on her. As wailing women clutch children close, a group of the men rush forward toward her. Bobby comes over to help try and pull them off of her, but she has to pull out her knife and slash and stab her way free. She can taste blood in her mouth and spits it out, letting the rain mix with the blood that's seeped all over her. ]

It's time to fall back, Miss Chrissy. The fire's here, there's no more time left.

[Chrissy looks around at the chaos all around her. It's so much that she has no idea how to control it. Her knife is pocketed and she runs forward to pull herself up onto Niish, and takes off at a run.]

Lead the others to Cruz! I'll try to gather up everyone else. I'll be right behind you!

[She screams, the rain making it hard to see. She sheds her blanket that's weighing her down, and tries riding through the area to send those that remain running toward safety. It makes her feel like a dog herding sheep, but she's eventually able to chase and guide everyone toward Cruz and the wagon. Johnnie has to be back there waiting, figuring she'll show up any minute.

And she almost turns to run, except she hears what sounds like cries and screams of children back in the farthest bunkhouse. They're all on fire at this point, and her heart drops at the thought of being a part of killing kids, even on accident. She hops off of Niish and takes off running, something that's made difficult with the rain, the out of control fire, and the mud. But she makes it into the burning little shack, and finds a few little kids huddled in one of the beds. They're all clinging to one another and are screaming and crying. At the sight of her, they just scream more. They must be orphans or...no, she doesn't want to think about their parents just leaving them behind here.]

Hey, it's okay. I'm here to help you. I won't hurt you! My name is Chrissy, and I'm just a girl. Not a monster. I'll get you to the others, okay? Just come with me.

[The youngest of the three can't be any older than two. Chrissy's able to scoop that baby up and out of the arms of the other two. The one that's middle in age, about six or seven, comes running after her in tears. The oldest one, a girl that's about ten, is left no choice but to follow.

Flames and smoke are all around them, and she's left coughing and gasping for air even when they're outside. Her eyes are watering, it's just so much fire. Niish is pacing at the edge of the fields that are ablaze, and Chrissy drags all three kids over to the horse they can't even see. She struggles, but lifts up the oldest, before passing up the five year old to them. The shouts of men and gunshots are close by, their dogs viciously barking, and Chrissy gently hits Niish on the rear and shouts for her to head back home.

She's left with the screaming and wailing toddler, who she clutches close to her chest. There's nothing she can do but run through the fire toward where she knows everyone is waiting. Snarling and barking gets closer as the guards and their dogs edge in, and Chrissy takes off at a run. She gets stuck in the mud and loses both shoes along the way, but she's able to move faster barefoot. Johnnie's likely to panic when Niish comes back without her, and she uses that thought to make her move faster.

Chrissy doesn't stop moving until she makes it back to the barn. But the wagon is gone, already out of sight up ahead. Guillermo is there though, and he holds in his commentary about the state she's in to take the toddler out of her arms. He turns and heads off at a run to catch up with the others, and Chrissy feels so tired and overwhelmed that she drops to her knees and rubs at her face. Her eyes are burning, her vision almost blurry from all that smoke.

Johnnie had told her to wait, that he'd come back for her. And she's pretty sure that Guillermo is going to let him know where she is. She can wait as long as it takes for him to find her. For now, she lets the rain wash over her as she watches the massive fire before her burn.]

[Johnnie and the others who have elected to help him follow the wagon's initial approach so they can unload wood into the fields. While the wood is still dry, as darkness begins to fall, Johnnie lights his torch and the torches of the other two, and they each start a pile of wood burning, then begin to distribute the burning wood through the fields. His horse may be stubborn, but it seems willing for now to follow the others, and stays steady even as the wind whips the burning wood piles into bonfires. In the firelight, he swears he can see the faintest outline of forms on the horses and the other two men - ghostly, tinted orange, and then they flicker and vanish in the wind.

The guards are quick to respond with cries of fire!, but not as quick to come up with solutions to it. He imagines they must be trying to gather buckets of water or blankets to smother the flames first. One rides out ahead looking for the culprit, and Johnnie raises his pistol and shoots him in the chest.]

Take that, jackass!

[Man. It feels weird to kill so easily, but good. Feels powerful. These assholes more than deserve the worst he can give them. The guard tumbles off his horse and hangs from a stirrup as the horse panics and gallops, turning away from the fire with fear in its eyes. Somewhere among the beans, the body falls to the dirt and stays still.

The wind fans the flames, which sputter and struggle in the rain until something changes, like a switch being flipped. They gain enough heat to sizzle the falling raindrops into steam, and then embers begin to spread through the field, slowly at first, then faster.

From the direction of the house, there's a gunshot, and a bullet flies through the darkness past him. His horse tosses its head, and abruptly bolts forward, leaving Johnnie to hold onto the reins for dear life as he's nearly flung to the ground.]

Oh, what the fuck, you wanna get us killed? Again?

[He snarls and tugs at the reins, but the creature refuses to slow down. Something wild is in its gait, and wind whistles through its ribcage. It runs right toward the farmhouse, toward a pair of guards who are busy pumping water into buckets, and at that point Johnnie figures what the hell, he's just going to go with it. He raises his torch and his blanket-cape billows behind him, and as he approaches, he gives an eerie howl.

The guards panic. One throws his bucket of water at Nayáwsa' which does nothing more than get its bones wet. The other reaches for his whip, but the horse closes too quickly for him to use it, and tramples the man to the ground. There's a crunch as hooves break through flesh and bone.

And now, Johnnie appreciates this damn horse. Yeah, fine, he has zero control over it, but it's a kind of chaos he loves. With his own demonic snarls and howls to accompany the disguise, he sweeps his torch at the farmhouse with one hand, catching a pile of unswept pine needles on fire, then fires his pistol with the other at another guard, and just pleads like hell and holds on with his knees and hopes his crazy nightmare of a mount doesn't throw him off its back.

Sometime in all the havoc, the fire catches up to them, and he can hear the others who came with him whooping and hollering and following his lead, tying up the guards and family all at the same time while the wagon and its team roll up to intercept the newly-freed men and women. He can't keep his eye on the bunkhouses, and has to hope Chrissy is managing all right with Bobby and the wagon team. He can feel heat at his back, and flames start to lick at the edges of his blanket, curling the wool it's made of and blackening pieces of it to ash.

The fire soon becomes too dangerous to stick close to, and Johnnie has to shout and kick and drag at his horse's reins to get it to leave well enough alone. His personal goal, ruining the crops and the farmhouse and all these people's possessions, has been achieved easily, and the smoking, flaming remains of the house stand like a beacon in the darkness of the storm among shouting people and howling dogs. Somewhere in all that he hears a man shouting directions - guard or the landowner, he can't tell, but he fires blindly in that direction to get him to shut the fuck up as his horse carries him past.

By the time he's carried back to the barn, he's covered in soot, his hair in wild tangles, and laughing his ass off the whole time. His torch has long gone out, his blanket was lost somewhere in the madness, and he's having a great time of it all. He waves the dead torch at Chrissy, then tries to urge his horse to stop, only for it to rear up and dump him on the floor of the barn. He rolls, then lets himself flop flat on his back, limbs spread as he laughs.]

Hooo, fuck. Was that the wildest shit or what? Man, that fire has a life of its own out there!

[He barges past like a force of nature, one that she can barely keep up with. She's up on her feet and running into the barn after him, worried about the state he might be in. Of course he's laughing and sprawled out like he doesn't have a care in the world. That gets her to relax, even as she realizes she's a bloody and muddy mess. It's hard to keep from laughing when he's so enthused about everything, and she wipes her disgusting hair out of her face so he can see her smile.

She really looks a mess, her makeup smudged and smeared and half washed off. But she's just so glad to see him that she can't resist practically leaping on top of him with a hug.]

It was pretty wild. I think I killed a couple of guys.

[She wisely leaves out the fact that they were probably the guys she was supposed to be helping. But to be fair, they attacked her first. And she thinks Johnnie would be okay with her doing whatever she needed to protect herself.]

And I had to run through the fire holding a baby. I'm exhausted after all of that. But you look like you're full of energy.

[She practically pounces on him and he grins and curls his arms tight around her waist, kissing her the moment she stops talking. Yeah, they're both a complete mess and he gets grit in his teeth and makeup on his lips and he doesn't fucking care, he just kisses her like it'll bring him back to life.

When he finally lets up to say something, there's a flash and a roll of thunder outside that interrupts him first, but then it lets him talk.]

Shit, babe, I haven't had this much energy in a while, an' you know me, I got lotsa energy all the time. But that was the fuckin' best. That's the shit I live for!

[That and it was new, and new is always exciting. Setting fire to things doesn't get old, exactly, but when does he get to ride a skeletal horse into battle looking like some creature from the depths of the darkness? He laughs again, and kisses her again, all joy and adrenaline.]

Oh man. How'd it go, though? You ran through fire with a baby? Damn.

They were all really afraid of me.

[She winces when she says it, awkwardly laughing because she can't believe she did that to them.]

So they all ran away from me and were screaming and crying, and some of the men tried catching and killing me. And then I had to get on Niish and round everyone up and scare them toward the fields that were on fire. But I did it! Bobby was there, but I did it all by myself.

[She sighs contently right as thunder booms overhead, and she happily curls in against him. She was independent, and did a damn good job. And she got done all that she wanted to, for the most part. Yeah, she's proud of herself and how much she's grown these past few weeks. She never would've been able to do this when they first met.]

By the time I got back and handed the baby to Guillermo, the wagon and everyone else was gone. So I guess we're free to head out, unless...

[The look on her face is impish and suggestive as she says it, but not for the reason he likely thinks.]

[Oh, that's one hell of a story, and he listens with the brightest smile. His baby girl, doing all that? He can tell she's proud, and she damn well should be, he's proud of her too. He knew she could do it all, if given the chance, and fuck Cruz and anyone else who's treated her like she was some kind of helpless, fragile thing who needed things done for her. She's more than capable.

That look turns his smile to a smirk and he nips at her bottom lip as he runs his hands down to her butt and squeezes, tugging her hips down against his in the process.]

Unless...?

[Most of the guys are off with the wagon, or scouting ahead to deliver their charges to safety. A few will come back any moment, but there are stalls to hide in, and who can complain about them getting in a quick victory fuck anyway?]

[She giggles as he tugs at her hips, and she very nearly loses her train of thought. It's so easy for him to reduce her to nothing but a puddle of want, but she's trying her best to stay focused here.]

Unless you wanted to set things on fire here too before we go.

[She sucks at his lip before kissing him again, just as sweet as ever. Only now she's openly suggesting they set an ally's property on fire.]

He was so awful to you earlier. And he locked me in the barn. I was thinking we could send him a message too, before we go. But if you'd rather roll around in the barn instead I can definitely do that.

[She's easy to please right now. Either option is good to her. Her point is punctuated with a gentle poke to his nose, which makes her grin as she waits to see his reaction.]

[Well. Now, there's a dilemma. What does he want more, sex or destruction? How can he possibly choose? He actually has to take a second to think, and with her on top of him that's almost shocking, but something deeper overrides his want for her. It hits him like a sudden realization, as something dark comes through in his grin.

Fuck Cruz.]

We have every day ahead of us to roll around, babe. Let's light this place up before we never see it again. We'll make him pay for what he did.

[And they'd better do it fast, before anyone else returns. He worms his hand into his pocket, withdraws his lighter, and gives her a wink as he flicks that little flame to life.]

I love the way you think.

[Her smile is bright and ecstatic, and she sits up to move off of him. She offers a hand to get him back on his feet, and blows him a kiss before she hurries around the barn to gather dried hay and wood and anything that's left they can burn. Their paths cross as they work together, and she flashes him a wink or two.

Who knew a fire could make her so giddy?

Maybe it's because he's said he loves the way she thinks. That's motivation enough to kiss him deeply and take that lighter from him. She's the one that wants to light the fire here, and works at the lighter until a flame is produced and she's able to crouch and light a bundle of dry hay on fire.

The lighter is closed and tossed back over to him, because he can have dibs on the house.]

Do you think we'll need to use more of our gas to get the house going?

[She's so eager, and he can only imagine it's because she wants her own revenge. It's unbelievable to him how Cruz treated her for that incident, but fear makes people do stupid, shitty things sometimes. And that's what it must have been, right? Fear left over from what happened to him and Elizabeth, fueling dumb choices.

And anyway, what's there to lose here? This is barely a barn, barely a house. Cruz is dead, he doesn't need a bunch of fucking decaying wood to pretend it's a home. The guy is clinging to the past in a way that hurts him and everyone around him. Time to wipe the slate clean, give him a fresh start. If all he's doing is clinging to existence because of his past, then maybe it's best to destroy that past and let him find a reason to be in the present instead.

He takes the lighter, steals another kiss, then goes to hop on the bike just to wheel it out of the barn and away from the growing fire Chrissy has just started. Their stuff will get a little wet, but whatever, it'll only be a minute.]

Bet the inside is dry, around the kitchen. Get a handful of that hay, would you?

[Inside, he spares a glance at the trunk, then grabs a pillow and takes it to the kitchen. He slits it open, pulls out soft batting fibers until it's a pile of burnable material with the hay right in the middle, and places it in the middle of the floor. With a flick of his lighter and a few puffs of breath to get it to spread, it eats its way outward and starts licking at the cracked wooden floorboards.]

There. It'll have plenty of time to grow before the rain finds it. You all ready, little flame?

[This time he's addressing her, of course, and grins as he nips at her lips again, then tugs her toward the door to leave.]

[That nickname only makes her smile brighter and a little more unhinged. She just loves him so much, and is so grateful he's helped her find her way in the world. Each and every day they're together is something exciting and new, and she just keeps getting stronger. Who knows what she'll be like in a month from now, or a year. ]

I'm always ready.

[She answers, getting him to pause in the doorway for one more kiss. It's surprisingly gentle, given how worked up she is over this fire. When she pulls away, her grin is wild, and she pulls past him to race toward the bike and vault over the back to get settled into her spot.

The rain is pouring like crazy again, the wind picking up. Whatever this storm is, it's going to get out of control soon enough. It's a good thing the bike should be able to get them out of here fast enough it won't be an issue.

Once he's settled in front and he gets them going, it doesn't take her long to realize the terrain will be an issue. It's so muddy, that they can't go as fast as she thinks they should be going.]

It's getting really windy and rainy, huh? Do you want me to find your goggles for you?

[This is a goggles on, bandana up kind of ride for sure, and he fishes his bandana out of his pocket. It's dirty and wet but better than getting mud all over his face and in his teeth, and so he nods to her as he ties it around his face.

Time bandit time, just like they'd agreed days, or months, or who knows how long ago. It's a blur.]

Yeah, think they're in the front of that one on the left. That's where I saw 'em last, anyway.

[He holds a hand back to take them, but meanwhile his eyes are on the road ahead, puddled and dark. The bike's headlight will only do so much on a night like this. They'll have to roll out of here slower than he'd like.

At least the rain is quickly washing dirt off his face and out of his hair. He'll take the free shower. And once his goggles are on, he turns the key, flips the kickstand up, and gets rolling. He can feel the tires slip in the puddles - this road isn't packed by the weight of cars, just feet and horses and wagons, and the mud is like clay.

The wind gusts straight at them, and he grips the handlebars hard to keep the bike pointed forward as a branch tears off a nearby tree and flies right over their heads.]

You hold on tight back there, baby girl!

[What starts as a fun ride through heavy rain quickly becomes something more. As that branch flies over their heads she gasps, and glances back to try and see where the branch went. But the wind is getting so strong that it's long gone. He's not driving very fast at all, but it feels like if she doesn't take his advice and hold on tight enough she'll be next to be blown away.

She leans up against him, head turning so her cheek is pressed tight against his back. And she wraps her arms around him to hold on as tight as she can. Even with that, she can feel the resistance the wind offers. It feels like she might be pulled off. That worry only grows stronger as the sound of the wind grows louder and louder, until it's howling around them.

In retrospect, maybe setting everything Cruz owns on fire was a bad idea. They could've at least hid in the barn until after the storm passed. Now they're out in the middle of it, and she's trying her best to find the excitement in everything. Fear is winning out though, but she keeps that to herself. Johnnie needs to be able to focus so they don't get swept off the road.

Eventually though, the storm feels like it's not safe to be out in anymore. That's about the time as the pea sized hail starts, and being pelted with it makes her hold on him go away completely so she can cover her face with her hands.]

Do you think we should find somewhere to pull over?

Where? There's nothing out here.

[Their progress is slow enough that he can see the distant glow from the farm, still - not just Cruz' house, but the first one they attacked. He can't get a good look and focus at the same time, though, as he tries to dodge the worst of the mud.

Ahead, there's a bolt of lightning and a loud crack followed by an immediate boom of thunder. The air smells of ozone, sharp and metallic, and the ground shakes as something crashes to the ground. That something is quickly revealed to be a large pine tree, which has dropped right across the road, forcing Johnnie to stop and turn the bike.]

Okay, guess we'll go around. More than one road outta here.

[Back toward town, though, branches and stray pieces of wood are littered everywhere, making progress slower than ever. The wind grabs and pulls at them like it's trying to rip them from the bike and throw them up into the clouds with the smoke from those fires. Another tree falls somewhere ahead, torn loose from the soft, muddy ground.]

This has to be a fuckin' hurricane or something, this ain't a normal thunderstorm.

[Which is part exhilarating, but part frustrating given he really wants to leave this place before Cruz and his guys catch up to them.

The wind hooks itself around the roof of the saloon and lifts a chunk of it from its frame. Inside, people panic, but Johnnie ignores them as a large board slams down onto the tree ahead and stops.

A ramp. Okay, he can do this. This is fucking stupid, but he can do this. As the bike finds some traction on the muddy road, he brings the engine to a roar and slides right over the mud, up the ramp, and over the tree. He whoops with joy as they catch a few seconds of air.

They should have hit the ground with a bone-jarring thunk after that, but the storm has other ideas, and that's when Johnnie realizes this isn't a hurricane, not exactly. It's a much smaller spiral.]

Oh, fuck I-

[From somewhere in the tornado they now find themselves a part of, a branch knocks into his head, hard enough to leave him briefly dazed, and to shut off all thoughts and speech for the time being.]

[It takes Chrissy a few seconds to realize a few things. The first is, they're in the air. The second, he's been hit and is unconscious. Panic quickly swells within her, as she finally gets the situation they're in. They've just driven right into a tornado, and he launched them right into the middle of it. Debris is rapidly building, and they're a part of it now. She's being pelted with little things that do little more than sting in the moment, but she's more worried about him.

Johnnie! Baby, answer me!

[She tries shaking him, tries calling his name a few times. The storm grows around them, with their bike carried up higher and higher. Debris seems to be funneled up at a bottleneck here, and they're both continually hit with things until she's dazed enough she can't hold onto him any longer. She's torn off the back of the bike and slammed into a wooden door, and her vision goes back as her body flies through the tornado.

The storm stirs them up higher and higher, unkind in how it pummels and whips them around. When they're spit out, they're still in the same town. But the time has changed, the storm expelling them into a more modern decade. Even with things being more advanced here, it's no match for the force of the tornado. It tears through town in the opposite direction they've been dumped, leaving destruction in its wake.

Chrissy lands in a pile a couple hundred feet away from the bike. But she's alive and breathing, even if she's still unconscious. Her poor body has been through a lot the past few weeks, and she's still trying to heal from all of it. These new injuries hurt like hell, and they're what pull her into consciousness. He's the first thought on her mind as she comes to, and she screams his name as she moves to try and get up on her feet.]

[Somewhere in the middle of that storm he comes to, watches the world spin beneath them. There are city lights now, and he gives a cry of joy at the sight, at the land like stars littered below while the sky above is pitch black. At the sheer badass fact that they're riding a tornado through time.

But also, it fucking hurts, as shit gets flung into him. Good thing he has his goggles on, and even the bandana spares him some scrapes, but once again it's that leather jacket that serves as armor against some of the blows from debris in the storm.

His laughter stops as he realizes Chrissy isn't on the bike anymore, and it's shortly after that the wind dumps the bike one place and him in another, and he must have hit hard enough to black out again for a little while. When he comes to, he's face-down in the mud, and he can hear Chrissy shouting even through the ringing in his ears.

He spits out dirt as he drags himself onto all fours first, then sits up on his knees and clutches at his shoulder. Damn, something hit hard. He runs his hand through his disastrous hair too and comes away with blood, probably from that first hit, still slowly seeping.]

I'm over here!

[Maybe a hundred yards away in another direction. He thinks about standing, then decides against it and sits instead. Nothing obviously broken, plenty of scrapes, but he's had worse. The tornado spared him and wrecked the town. Hopefully it spared Chrissy and the bike the worst of it, too.]

You okay?

[Hearing his voice is enough to spare her any panic. The nausea that was building doesn't subside completely, but quells enough that she can stop trying to get up on her feet. She's dizzy and her ears are ringing, and she just needs another minute before she tries moving again.]

I'm alive!

[And beyond that she has no idea if she's okay yet. Her ribs and her shoulder are killing her, and so is her head. But she's definitely been through worse with those monsters. She can get through that, and she'll get through this too. Gritting her teeth, she moves to stand up and starts hobbling her way toward the sound of his voice.

He isn't hard to find, thankfully, and she feels a sudden burst of joy at the fact they've both been spit out of the storm in the same time and place. They're both bruised and are bleeding from the head, but things could be so much worse. Her laughter cracks away with emotion as she stumbles her way forward to him. At first, she can only get down on her knees so she can lean in and hug him.]

That was one hell of a storm. Are you hurt?

[Oh, that hug. He's so glad to see her, and even more happy to lean in and feel how warm she is, even if all her clothes are soaked through and everything is covered in dirt and blood and weird spooky makeup and hair grease. He laughs, just because he's so happy they're here and they're fine, they're together and they just had the most badass ride.

Carefully, he tugs her down so she's sitting in his lap, then winces. Something there is pretty hurt, and reaching down he finds there's a shard of wood pierced into his leg. Adrenaline must have covered up the pain from that. His bandana is still somehow tied to his neck even if it's not on his head anymore, he can ruin yet another one to stem the blood flow - but not yet. Not right now.

First, he tugs his goggles down around his neck and kisses her.]

Mm. Uh, I dunno. Just scrapes. An' my leg, but, hang on.

[It's not that bad, it's not like the time he got shot. Bandana in hand now, he tugs the shard out with a hiss and presses the cloth to his leg to help keep the bleeding down.]

... Okay. Yeah, I'm fine. Man, what a fuckin' night, huh?

[She wants to fuss over his leg, but it won't do him any good out here. That, and she's cold and exhausted and just wants to go someplace where they can shower and rest. He's right though, it's been a night.]

It's been a really incredible night. But do you know what? I'm ready to get the hell out of here and find a town that isn't destroyed so we can get a room somewhere.

[Should they stay to help the people here? Once upon a time, she would've said yes. Now she's not very concerned with the people here. They've got each other, they can take care of themselves and figure it out. She and Johnnie have their own problems to worry about. And right now, he's warm and solid and not hurt that badly and she's just so grateful for that.]

Do you think you can get on your feet?

[She gives him a quick kiss, and presses her hand over the cloth on his leg so she can help him apply pressure. If he can't get up yet, she can try to get the bike herself. ]

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