Chapter Two: Bison Gets Punched in the Balls

Here it is, after a long time I'm actually going to continue publishing the second chapter of Bison's Jeremiad.

A door opens. Dad’s home! Run screaming like a little kid to the shadow. The man that spawned me twists and shapes into a thousand different men, thousands of faces look down at me. I squint to get a better look but the harder I try the more he seems to go from one guy to the next. Soon they look at me funny and in a voice I cannot quite place says: You killed them Bison. How could you? And then a pause. I shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. Suddenly the floor falls away and the voice comes back but this time with Sarah’s face. She screams at me with tears in her eyes: YOU KILLED THEM BISON! AND FOR WHAT? ME! I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT! I hear the door slam and the house grows around me again. Yet this time it’s all too familiar and empty. I’ve sat in this house empty enough times to know that sooner or later it will begin to whisper to me. A door slams. Not sure who it was, the shadow or her?

“AWH!” and my hands shoot down to block another shot.

“You sleep like an ox.” said a voice from somewhere to my right.

“So you punch me in the balls? Come on!”

“Be thankful I didn’t kill you earlier.”

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to remember that when THE PAIN FROM MY BALLS goes away.”
“Oh wah, glad to know you can complain. No no, don’t thank me for saving your sorry hide.” I sat up and turned to face my savior. She had long brown hair and green eyes, not as rare as you might think.For a few seconds it was really awkward.

“So anyway you have a bullet buried in both of your arms and multiple breaks in your ribs from...what exactly?”

“I took a long walk off a short cliff.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Whatever, why did you save me?”
“Generally when I find a guy who’s been shot twice, face down in the dirt, you help him out.”

“There was a FIRE. How the hell does a girl--”

“First of all I’m a women you a*s and second of all I’m much stronger than I look.”

“Is that soAWH!”
“Every time you’re stupid I’m going to punch you.”

“FINE...what’s there to eat around here anyway?”

“I have some meat.”

“Awesome!”

After I had stuffed my face for a few times and the gisorry WOMEN had gone to take a shower I began to investigate my surroundings. It was a nice place. She had good taste too. Modern and clean too. A few pictures around. Brother in the picture, lake in the background and....wait a minute...there’s something behind it. All I need to do is to peel this back a little and
“Hey! You leave that alone.” I froze mid peel. “Sorry.”

“Hey, you have a name?” I asked (forgot to do so earlier)

“Do you?”

“I asked first.”

She raised her fist and I already heard that song so out of the gentlemanly side of my heart I decided to give mine first.

“Bison. People call me Bison.”

“...Seriously? You don’t even look like a bison does. I mean, you’re a little buff but...huge? No.”

“I resent that! I like my name. Better than my old one anyway.”
“Who has an old name?! You’re just stupid all over.”

“...Shut up!”

“Nice come back,” she rolled her eyes “And the name’s August.”

“...Seriously? Who the hell names their kid after a mouAWH!” Tears formed in the corners of my eyes.

“WILL YOU STOP THAT?!”
“Only when you quit being so stupid.”
I gritted my teeth. I was used to dealing with crazies but women? Not so much.

“Well could you at least hit a less...sensitive...area?”

“I don’t think it gets my point across as well.”

“Fantastic.”

***

The world is hot and the forest is on fire. The women is clearly screaming. Her clothes are torn and I make an attempt to tell her that it’ll be ok. I can tell it doesn’t work though because she’s still freaking out. Damn, can’t move...passi--

***

The wind was sweet. Almost like...something. I don’t know. Reminded me of nice things. Almost soothing. Beside me she appeared. Snuggling my arm like she used to. Her mouth started moving but I couldn’t hear her.

“What?”

She giggled and I still looked stupid. Great.

“Sorry my hearing is kinda bad right now.”

“I said, isn’t the beach nice?”

She didn’t sound right. I swear to whatever being had created the universe that this was not the same person. Feeling paranoid I inspected her closer....no...it wasn’t her. Once you imagine someone enough and torture yourself with memories...their face burned into your mind...I grabbed her by the neck and she yelped. “WHO. ARE. YOU?”

“BISON YOU’RE HURTING ME!”
“You never called me that.”

I let her go. Who ever she was the water below should...wait...water? I didn’t remember that being theHOLY! The tidal wave was giant. Bigger than anything I have ever seen in my life. It was the end of the world and I feel to my knees. Somewhere over the crash and my screams her actual voice rang in my ears: I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT!

***

“THANK GOD YOU’RE UP!” the same lady from before screamed, she had black hair but it didn’t matter. She hoisted me up and I tried to walk with her. Every step made my body scream, I couldn’t do it. “I’m.....sorry.......”

***

Sunlight warmed my face and I woke up very slowly. August looked beautiful in this light. Such fair skin and dark hair was always nice too. I almost didn’t realise that she was waking up.

“Hullo.” She said groggily.

“Morning sunshine.”

“I’d hit you again but considering you somehow managed to get in my pants...”

“Yeah I’m pretty great aren’t I?”
“Ehh...”

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and grinned.

“You going to make me some food or...what?”

“Or what?”

The pillow hit me square in the face and I went to the kitchen to make some grub. That was some great relations last...hello...what’s this? The picture that I had peeled back a little bit was different. The brother was on the wrong side. Hu.

“I must be going crazy.” I mumbled to myself.

“BISON!”

“Yeah?”

“Food. Hurry...please?” she added ever so sweetly.

“Right. Yeah. Sorry.” and I continued to the kitchen. It held the standard things powders, freeze dried foods, bagged foods, and liquid foods. Fortunately for August I knew how to cook pretty darn well and in a few minutes there was a plate of....things.

“Foods done!”

“Great.” came her sweetest voice as I could possibly imagine and came with an even sweeter view.

“You have no clothes August.”

“Yeah, you have gray eyes. Way to state the obvious.  I was trying to be sexy. Jerk.”

“No no. I like it...just...unexpected.”

“Oh.”

Suddenly I found myself half way inside August’s mouth. Everything was...

***

Colder now, I guess I was out of the heat. That’s good. The women looked pretty banged up though. Almost as bad I probably was. She slumped against a large boulder. “You are one heavy son of a b***h. I’m going to--”

***

At night things always seemed scarier. After all, they say it’s the waiting that kills you. They’d be right.

“Private Bison!”

I snapped to attention and looked for my superior.

“Are we going to win this war?”

“Yes sir!”

“And how in the sam HELL are we going to do that with your head so far up your a**?!”

“I apologize sir!”

“Don’t apologize you idiot just stay alert.”

That’s when the blood painted my face. My commanding officer now had a clean hole through his head. OH...THE CAMP! But as I turned I knew it was too late. Fire had already consumed most of it. I had to keep calm and just...OH NO! I cut and run just as the shadows began firing. The world was trying to kill me. Rain seriously pounded my body and there was those bullets I was pretty worried about. Yet despite it’s best efforts I refused to die. Not going to happen. Just. Need. To. Keep. Running. Just. A. Little. Bit. LonARAHRAH! As darkness enveloped me and I flew backwards it occurred to me that this was a mine field. My last thoughts were of her and her final words to me: YOU KILLED THEM BISON!

Author's Note

Same as before folks, and as always thank you so much for reading.