Part 16 Of The First Draft
“Becky. Are you sure about this?”
I said in a low whisper, no more than 20 yards from some of the corrupted watcher’s “workers.” Their minds were more zombie-like, than anything else and you could tell that they would become instantly violent should we dare to draw too close.
“Mindi. We have to do this. Just cover me for one more second.....”
Becky took the picture, and the flash went off by accident. The grotesque watcher monstrosities spun around, and Becky uttered “oops.” We headed quickly for Perry's car, but Becky became entangled in a large male watcher's grasp. Rebecca struggled, and started to scream. Instantly, Perry appeared out of nowhere. He kicked the head of the watcher that was wrestling with Becky, its head now barely attached. It still fought on, despite the fact that it was virtually decapitated, revealing that these creatures were indeed zombies. Becky finally broke free, and Perry began to fight off the other watchers. He yelled out,
“Run! Go now!”
I gazed at Perry, not wanting to leave him behind. Becky grabbed me, and rationlized with me,
“Come on, we have to go! We can't all die here.”
Together, we escaped. We sat in the Perry's car for more than fifteen minutes, and I became very worried. I waited until Becky was not looking, and I put two big cuts into my left arm with a razor I concealed on me at all times. As the blood flowed, I nearly passed out, wanting nothing more than to fade to black. I saw a glimpse of Perry, pounding on the window of the driver's side seat, as several watchers hacked away at him. Becky opened the door, and Perry quickly made a getaway, leaving the polluted watcher creatures behind. He called out, as both Becky and I watched as his wounds covering his body started to gush,
“Did you get the pic?”
Becky laughed, and replied,
“Yes, many. Perry, I now have seen firsthand why my readers idolize you.”
Perry smiled, and then grabbed his side in pain. He told us, as he gasped and treier to catch his breath,
“Call my mother and tell her to have medicine ready for internal bleeding.”
Neither of us argued with him and I quickly dialed Grace's number. When she picked up, I explained, pleading,
“Please help Perry. He’s bleeding internally. He said you could help him. We’ll be home soon. Please, make that medicine, and do it fast.”
I hung up the phone, and about ten minutes later, we were at the Eisens’ house, where Becky and I helped Perry inside. Perry collapsed on the couch, and my mom exclaimed,
“Oh no! Perry, my dear!”
Grace quickly cleaned his wounds and applied bandages to them, having him ingest some odd green plant leaves. After about thirty minutes, in which everyone closely watched and observed Perry, he stirred, and sat up. He told Grace,
“Thanks, mother. As always, you are a lifesaver.”
Grace smiled, and wiped away the makeup on her face that had faded and smeared from all the tears she had been crying. She exclaimed,
“Oh, thank the sky. Where would I be without you, my beloved son?”
Becky emerged from the kitchen with a grape soda, handing it to Perry. She said, her voice sincere and breaking,
“Thank you for saving my life, beautiful.”
Perry gladly took the soda and downed it quickly. He then turned to Rebecca, and told her,
“You are the real hero. Those pictures you snapped are superb, and we also now know that those watchers are being controller by someone else....uggh...”
I helped Perry lay down again, and wooed him, telling him gently,
“Perry, relax. You've done enough today.”
He laid back, and closed his eyes. For once, his eyes were not full of a raging storm but instead showed an icy-blue calm ocean. I leaned over him, and gave him a kiss, one gently right on the cheek. Once I got up, Becky grabbed me, bringing me over to see the pics, including a closeup of the one attacking her and one where the watchers were attacking Perry. I remarked,
“Dang, Becky, I have to hand it to you, you’re good. So what's next?”
Becky smiled, and then whirled around, asking Grace,
“Misses Eisen, do you have a Bluetooth printer? The sooner I get these to my mistress, the better.”
Grace, who seemed to still be concerned for her son, replied to Becky, emotion deprived from her voice,
“We have one in Perry’s study. Please, help yourself.”
I followed Becky up the stairs. After we made it to the study and closed the doors behind us, I asked her, curious,
“Could you have fought those watchers, Becky?”
Becky hung her head down, and replied, herself ashamed,
“I’ve had my mistress’ saving blood but I don't have her combat prowess. I really did almost die out there. Look at this. I hid it from you earlier.”
Becky lifted her leg up and pulled up her left pant leg, revealing that a large part of her leg was missing. I gasped, and scoffed,
“Why aren’t you screaming in pain? How are you still standing?”
Becky laughed, and told me her secret,
“My mistress has formed a blood bond with me. She takes all of my pain away from me. Through her grand will I am immune to pain and illness. Only true death can harm me.”
What the heck does she mean by true death? What has Carlita really done to this sweet girl I know as Becky? Is she really defiled herself, wishing to forgo her innocence? This girl really doesn’t act like a girl. She is something else....something unreal. I suppose that is the way all of us are these days. The hidden world I previously thought was just ours, has proven to be much bigger than I could dream.
I leaned forward, and wanted to help seal off Becky's wound. She drew away, and cautioned me,
“My mistress' power is much more powerful than you give it credit for. Watch....”
Becky traced a finger around the place where her flesh had been chewed off, and it miraculously started to return. Her leg became whole, and she then rose to her feet, where she could once again stand on her own. She turned to me, and smiled. She then sent the pictures with her phone to the running desktop computer that Perry owns, and she moved to its black leather chair, where she confirmed the printing task. After the printer had spit out the six shots, she moved to the printer, removing the hot printouts from the machine.
“Now, let's take a look at my stunning photography, shall we?”