The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back [Zac]
Sept 2, 2011 14:52:57 GMT -5
Post by RC Manne on Sept 2, 2011 14:52:57 GMT -5
Despite what happened next, the look of half-horror half-surprise on Zac’s face was pretty gratifying. He’d managed to surprise the million, if nothing, and with any luck, Zac would have some nightmares. Not really one to gloat, RC’s mind quickly clambered for what to do next.
Did I mention he’d never done this before?
RC just barely had enough time to see his younger brother. “Je--!” he called, putting out his hand to signal to the younger boy to stay back. The air was quickly knocked out of him twice in rapid succession. First with the force of Zac’s weight, next with the heavy smack of the pool water against his back. With his mouth still open from calling to his brother, water quickly rushed down his throat, and panic set in.
Thrashing with an enthusiasm that equaled Zac’s own (though he was sure that Zac was trying to punch him), RC felt a sharp pain in his cheek, near his eye. He assumed it was a knee or other limb, but ignored it in favor of reaching the surface before his solid constitution was totally ruined. RC managed to break the surface, gasping for air. He looked odd as his form wobbled slightly, the chlorine and stress making it difficult to stay perfectly solid.
He surfaced just in time to see his brother hefting a polo ball over his head. RC darted nimbly to the side, not bothering to notice that the ball smacked Zac squarely in the nose. In fact, RC had practically forgotten completely about Zac. His brother was here; shit his brother! What sort of role model was he, attempting to beat the shit out of a team mate?
“Woah, Jean. Jean!” he panted, laboriously paddling to the side of the pool, spluttering the water out of his lungs with heaving, tense coughs. “It’s okay.” He choked out. “It’s okay.” He repeated, hoisting himself out of the pool with some effort. His arms bowed freakishly, as they were not totally solid, but supporting a mostly-solid weight.
He grunted and wobbled to a standing position, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to keep his molecules in order. RC was still a little gooey when he looked back to the pool, pulling his brother away by the shoulder. “Zac and I were just…” RC swallowed hard, trying to keep down the rising bile. “Just uh…rough housing. Blowing of some steam.” He looked down at Jean and smiled reassuringly. “Like with Alex.”
Marching over with wet-smacking footsteps, RC picked up his backpack and towel, draping it around his own shoulders before wrapping his arm around his brother, turning him away from Zac. “What did you need buddy?” He asked, carefully leading him out of the pool, with one last glance back at Zac, just to make sure he wasn’t drowning.
Did I mention he’d never done this before?
RC just barely had enough time to see his younger brother. “Je--!” he called, putting out his hand to signal to the younger boy to stay back. The air was quickly knocked out of him twice in rapid succession. First with the force of Zac’s weight, next with the heavy smack of the pool water against his back. With his mouth still open from calling to his brother, water quickly rushed down his throat, and panic set in.
Thrashing with an enthusiasm that equaled Zac’s own (though he was sure that Zac was trying to punch him), RC felt a sharp pain in his cheek, near his eye. He assumed it was a knee or other limb, but ignored it in favor of reaching the surface before his solid constitution was totally ruined. RC managed to break the surface, gasping for air. He looked odd as his form wobbled slightly, the chlorine and stress making it difficult to stay perfectly solid.
He surfaced just in time to see his brother hefting a polo ball over his head. RC darted nimbly to the side, not bothering to notice that the ball smacked Zac squarely in the nose. In fact, RC had practically forgotten completely about Zac. His brother was here; shit his brother! What sort of role model was he, attempting to beat the shit out of a team mate?
“Woah, Jean. Jean!” he panted, laboriously paddling to the side of the pool, spluttering the water out of his lungs with heaving, tense coughs. “It’s okay.” He choked out. “It’s okay.” He repeated, hoisting himself out of the pool with some effort. His arms bowed freakishly, as they were not totally solid, but supporting a mostly-solid weight.
He grunted and wobbled to a standing position, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to keep his molecules in order. RC was still a little gooey when he looked back to the pool, pulling his brother away by the shoulder. “Zac and I were just…” RC swallowed hard, trying to keep down the rising bile. “Just uh…rough housing. Blowing of some steam.” He looked down at Jean and smiled reassuringly. “Like with Alex.”
Marching over with wet-smacking footsteps, RC picked up his backpack and towel, draping it around his own shoulders before wrapping his arm around his brother, turning him away from Zac. “What did you need buddy?” He asked, carefully leading him out of the pool, with one last glance back at Zac, just to make sure he wasn’t drowning.
