//------------------------------// // Being Human: Jockey // Story: Grounds for the Dead: A L4D2 Story // by SCP Pinkamena //------------------------------// Special Chapter: Being Human Smile, it cheers everyone up. Those words are what he said to me before he left. Left me, left her, left the world. He was always smart and philosophical at times. She was crying at my side asking me for comfort. I didn't know what to do, he was just sitting there... dead. I... I had no choice but to shoot him. I've seen what happens to people when they get the 'Green Flu'. They turn into mindless freaks that have only these functions: Run. Eat. Touch. Infect. No way I'm letting my best friend do that to anyone. Better to die a monster than live as one right? I held the pistol there, my hand going numb because of how tight I was gripping it. She was still crying, saying his name over and over... I never knew what it was like to loose someone close to you. I know now... and it hurts. "Y-you shot him..." She cried in my shoulders. I know what I did! Shut your mouth, bitch! As I looked at the body again, I couldn't help but to feel... happy... I giggled a bit... then it turned to chuckling, then full blown laughter. Hahahahahahaha! "I... I killed him!" She stopped crying and looked at me cautiously. Never once had I noticed that my nose was bleeding, nor the fact that my nails sharpened. I still had the gun in my hand and I pointed it straight at her. She widened her eyes in surprise before getting on the ground with her hands up behind her head. I walked up to her my mind slightly foggy, I put the gun on her head. Hehehehehehe... "You feeling lucky today? Huh?" I asked as she teared up watching me point the gun at her face. While it's true, I didn't know she would be lucky or not, but that's my fault. I forgot how many bullets I shot in to my friend on the floor. I pushed the gun in her face again. "Well...?" I asked again as she kept crying asking, no, begging me not to pull the trigger. I put the gun to the side of her head and... CLICK! Empty. We both stared in surprise as the gun kept clicking empty. I guess time caught up to her because she to the chance and ran outside to the shed to get a possible weapon. Hehehehehe... In the time she left, I felt my body change in a matter of seconds. My back hunched all of the sudden, and my spine changed its position from straight with a slight curve, to full on almost 90 degree bend. My legs turned into the equivalents of built in spring boards. My face contorted, turning into a smile with my lips turned up. My arms grew about half a foot, and my hands expanded. By the time the transformation was done I had already lost any bit of sanity left in my head. Except one sentence. Smile, it cheers everyone up... _____________________ By the time I came back to the house there was no sign of Thomas. Where did he go? As I looked back and outside to see if he made a break for it, I heard an insane cackle. Heeeyyyraaaa! Hehehehehe..... "......Where are you Thomas..." I said, but that was as far I got before... something... started piggy backing me while at the same time clawing my face. I got a look at its face... I just couldn't believe it. Thomas... is that you? Death came swiftly after that thought. I lost every sort of motor control from my brain. He broke my neck and I collapsed dead. Not that i mind, I would do anything to be back with him... _____________________ My face, is in a smile. Looking at it hurts... remembering that sentence... hurts. I looked in the mirror seeing my smile... I hated it. Using my claws I ripped the lips off from the bottom of my nose, to the top of my chin. I didn't help... I still smile... all the time... and. It. HURTS!!!! _____________________ The purple unicorn sat them down on the couch and by the time of she had stopped talking to the lizard on her left, Jockey had remembered the day he turned. Jockey sat there on the couch, his mad cackle to something of a giggle and he sighed... He remembered it all so vividly like it happened yesterday... but why?