Their faces paled in a reaction I didn't expect by understood too well.
'How was the Jeane alive?'
Anticipating their question I began to open my mouth, "Ah, about that, you know me resident god amongst mortals and all. I can't die and have come to save you!" I exclaimed, opening my loving arms to the hostile crimson world while beaming at them, the divine radiant light of my imposing figure pervading their feeble souls, their elation reaching heavenly proportions, almost if the daughter, the mother and the holy spirit personally descended to offer them a godly, divine salvation, a salvation which could grant their grandest dreams, the dreams of freedom, freedom from hell, the gateway to the divine concert of heavenl-
"Jeane shut the fuck up!" A fellow schoolgirl with orange colored hair and brown colored eyes yelled at me, his face tinted with blood and red crimson dirt. A expression she deserved for being a bitch and hiding in a hole, praying to gods that wouldn't answer.
"Did I say that out loud?" I responded, the surprise and panic apparent in my facial expression.
"No but I knew you were thinking it." She said, a form of anger appearing on her face as her tanned hands ever so slightly curled themselves up into fists.
"Thinking what." I said with my jaw agape while looking to the distant bloody hills trying to play it off.
Needless to say,
Jeane Fahrenheit's Lv. 13 misdirection skill was ineffective!
I guess need to get more exp to upgrade it.
"Thinking like an idiot! Why don't you think of something useful for once, theater slut!"
Jeane the hate magnet strikes again, I sighed, "That's not very nice Cassandra. You should be more respectful to your fellow humans. Especially to one that just saved you." I said with a proud smile, knowing I was in the right, since I'm always in the right.
"I know you don't like her, but Jeane's right, we shouldn't be making enemies with our fellow humans right now, Cass." A boy behind Cassandra in the hole said, the rips in his blue shirt and jeans dripping with blood while he lifted the black and blue bruised palm of his hand to the girl who was unnecessarily mean to me for no good reason.
Ah, Arthur, my knight in shining armor, I get that you want to help out but I don't think that armor going to help you much here. You'll end up dead either way. You shouldn't try to push Cassandra away because unlike her, I won't save you.
I smiled at Arthur and spoke, "Do you know where the others went?" I asked, hoping to secure more sustenance for my demon.
"No, I have no idea." He said back to me from his little filthy dirt hole, cupping his hands to his mouth like a megaphone even though I was roughly 5 feet away from him with a stupid look on his face.
I sighed once more while placing my hand on my forehead and shaking my head, "I guess we will just have to leave without them." I said with feigned pity and a sad unbecoming frown on my face.
"WHAT!" They both roared, almost like a opera duet, synchronized swimmers, class clowns, stupid and stupider, the bad and the ugly.
"Oh, yea. Forgot to mention it I found my way out of this place!" I exclaimed, jumping to the side and throwing my arms up in the air in celebration of my grandiose achievement.
Arthur's smile became wider, his blood covered teeth now fully visible, "That's amazing Jeane!" He said with praise. Cassandra, on the other hand had an inexplicable frown on her face.
That's why I called them dumb and dumber, news flash: Cassandra is actually the dumber one.
Do you know what is worse than a stupid person? A conceited one. Cassy-Cassandra, just because you attempt to think doesn't make you smarter than Arthur, at the end of the day, you both are in the same caliber. Some would even say that your arrogance makes you more stupid than Daniel is. I mean you both have already taken a lie for a fact, but while Arthur just goes with it, you take it a step further, no. A marathon further. You decide to make theories on the basis of that lie and end up spiraling in a cycle of stupidity. Not that I only blame you, the education system is also at fault. They don't teach thought they teach knowledge, yet they forget that knowledge only has its use in thought. Not that I blame the schools fully either, since anyone you thinks based on studied systems of thought does not think. Thought is better contained in a painting then in a book. It is not something to be taught but something to be learnt. You learn thought in life, so whenever I see an idiot I know that they haven't ever lived. Adrenaline junkies, drug addicts, cliff jumpers, cave divers, do you know what all of these people have in common? It's that they have never lived. Living has nothing to do with suffering and experiencing tragedy, nor does it have anything to do with the amount of experiences you've had in life, it's about what you take away from those experiences. An experience means nothing if you don't take away a life lesson from it, you can 10,000 years old and still have the wisdom equal to a walnut.
I reached out my scarred white bloodied hand to the dirt-covered survivors and grabbed Daniel's dirty hand, lifting him up.
I then turned toward Cassandra who refused my gracious help with a scoff and shooed away my hand before climbing up out of the hole by her lonesome.
The hole wasn't very deep, only deep enough to hide in, so there was no necessary reason for Daniel to have needed to grab my hand. I can pretty much leave the rest up to imagination...
Cassandra then turned agape and screamed, the scream echoing throughout the flat blood dirt plains.