@Imperfect_Autumn group
"Love you, too, kiddo," Belle called over her shoulder. She went back to making pancakes.
"Love you, too, kiddo," Belle called over her shoulder. She went back to making pancakes.
(soz bro, I'm in class rn, gimme a minute)
(Same though)
(soz bro, I'm in class rn, gimme a minute)
(Np. I'm just chillin as I wait to go to work.)
“I happened to have voted for him this past year, sorry I have a different opinion,” Rigel deadpanned, stomping over the grave then hiding the shovel again, “I’m not hiding feelings, Aspen. I’m hiding a story. My head’s too dark for you to dissect.” Rigel didn’t spare a second glance at her as he went to start his bike.
“W-What’s going on?” Meun asked nervously. “Why would the police arrest your father? Is there something you haven’t been telling me?”
August looked lost for a moment. "No, I-"
"Aw, you haven't told him about dear old dad?" Eleanor asked, smirking. "Which part would you like to know about, Meun? The murders or the things his broken son has done?"
"Eleanor, shut up," August ground out, crossing his arms.
Meun stayed quiet. He looked up at August, Golden eyes wide as he did so. What was this woman talking about?
(uugghh maaath classs)
“I happened to have voted for him this past year, sorry I have a different opinion,” Rigel deadpanned, stomping over the grave then hiding the shovel again, “I’m not hiding feelings, Aspen. I’m hiding a story. My head’s too dark for you to dissect.” Rigel didn’t spare a second glance at her as he went to start his bike.
“I’d rather you talk to me. I’d hate to dissect your head.” She smirked and jumped down, onto her bike
Rigel looked at her. His face was shaped into something feral as he said, “So you really want to hear the story. You really want me to tell you?” A strange, maniac glint appeared in his eye, “Fine, then Aspen.
“There was a girl. Her name was Kate. She was an innocent girl. Cute, even. I spotted Kate walking down the street one day. She had started dating a guy, I don’t bother to remember his name,” Rigel shrugged, but the maniac glint stayed in his eyes, “Let’s just say I was jealous. I went to Alfonzo, got a deal on a little something. Originally it was meant for the guy, just a strong poison. But when he was dying, throwing up his guts and choking, the girl cried. So I shot her,” Rigel forced a crazed grin, “So there it is, Aspen. Now you know how I killed two people in cold blood. If you want to hang around until I find the body and burn it, be my guest.” Rigel sneered, and sped away on his motorcycle down the road.
Aspen gaped at his retreating back. She sped up to catch up to him “you idiot! Why exactly would you hide that from your friends?!” She yelled over the sounds
(I’m thinking if having aspen’s bike flip over and land on her. She goes into a coma)
Rigel looked at her with a cold, icy stare, “Like I said, it’s too dark for you.” Rigel sped forward, letting the wind absorb him. Lies, lies, lies. But Rigel wouldn’t care what his friends thought of him, or if they even abandoned him, just as long as Kate wouldn’t be blamed. As long as they didn’t know what actually happened.
She laughed “you think you can g—“ her front tire hit a huge pothole and her bike flipped over. huh, should have worn a helmet she thought as she fell off the bike and hit a tree. Few seconds later, her bikes back tire landed on her leg.
Rigel heard the crash, shocking him out of his own head. His bike slid as he yanked it around. He saw Aspen laying there, on the ground. Dead, dead, dead, dead. It wasn’t Aspen laying there, they weren’t outside even. Rigel let his bike crash to the ground as he scrambled for her, tears appearing his eyes despite himself. Dead, dead, dead, dead. He grabbed her face, whispering, “Kate, Kate, it’s okay, you’re going to be fine,” Then the world snapped back once he realized it was Aspen. It was Aspen. His tears stopped. She was breathing. They were out near the road. It was Aspen. Rigel dropped her head to the ground on accident, which made him wince, but he scrambled to heave the bike off her. He tossed it off her, dropping his leather jacket to the ground to take off his shirt and use it as a brace or something.
(Is she still conscious or…?)
(she's ded, Jim)
(XD)
(are you just going to sit there or are you going to get her to a hospital)
(Rigel: Well, she’s not Kate, so…)
(so you are going to leave her to die on the side of a road, alone or next to her?)
(Is she still conscious or…?)
(Still waiting to know if she’s conscious or not)
(No. She is not conscious)
(Is she bleeding at all? I assuming she is but I figured I’d ask first)
(Lol yes. Her head is bleeding, her leg has a cut and is being crushed by her bike, and a broken rib or two)
Rigel quickly slid out his phone, dialing 911 as he wrapper her head with his shirt. He spoke into his phone, “Motorcycle accident. Fenharrow Road, yes, she’s bleeding, come quickly. No, she didn’t run into anyone, just a pothole. Alright, thank you. I- I just know her, we used to be friends.” Rigel felt like he couldn’t call himself her friend, now that she heard the story he concocted she’d probably hate him, “Alright, alright, yes, thank you.” Rigel hung up the phone, looking at Aspen. He needed to be going out, he needed to stay on schedule. But- He’d be cruel to just leave her here, assuming the medics would come and find her by chance. He looked at his motorcycle. It probably had a small dent from him dropping it. So Rigel had a choice, he could stay with Aspen, or keep searching for Kate. A choice between Aspen and Kate.
.
.
.
Rigel watched, indifferent, as the ambulance drove away, loaded up with Aspen, ten minutes from when he’d first called 911. Rigel texted the gang about what happened not too long before the ambulance showed up. He frowned at himself, then slid on his leather jacket. His shirt had last been seen on Aspen’s forehead as she had been loaded onto the ambulance. Rigel started up his bike, going to finish off the rest of his plans.
Colden went to the hospital after getting the text. He had nothing better to do.
(Drove. The ambulance drove away. I'm sorry, it bothered me.)
(Oops, sorry yeah I’ll fix it, I didn’t reread it for grammar and stuff)
(Geez, I’m in honors English and I can’t every do the past tense of drive XD )
(cool, sorry, I just had to point it out)
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