#ladyhunter

  “Ow! Hey, watch were you’re going, dude, kinda blind as shit here.”

           He blinked up at her.  She was wearing a dark green hoodie with…yes, he hadn’t imagined it…kitty ears.  And it was wrapped in what appeared to be…stuffstuff DUCT TAPE yeah!  Or was it Duck Tape?            “Hey, man, say something so I know you’re ok.  I heard you hit the ground there…sorry for knocking you over, by the way…even if you DID walk into me first.  Just saying.”

           He stared up at her.  Somewhat to his own amazement, the things she was saying actually DID make total sense to him.  The mere act of hearing spoken language had seemed to free up some sluggish portion of his brain and kick it into a higher realm of function.  And he did grasp that she expected him to say something back to him, but…he wasn’t what he was meant to say.  Or how.  He hummed and stared at her instead.

           “You are seriously starting to worry me here.  I KNOW you are still there…I can smell yah AND hear ya.  And you haven’t gotten up yet.  Hey, seriously, reassure the blind girl here.  Say something.  ‘I’m Ok.’ Or ‘I’m NOT Ok.’  Or, hell, introduce yourself, that’ll work.  My name is Hunter, what’s yours?”  She punctuated that last sentence by thumping her tape covered chest, then pointing in his general direction.

           You Hunter, me Shawn? He thought, and then wondered why he’d thought it.

           “AHAHAHahaha Hunter, hey, Hunter, we’re over here, you went the wrong way again, and it’s not even raining this time!  Wait, did you just punch that guy out or something?  Wait, IS that a guy?”  A blonde girl with a messed up lower jaw some part of his brain tried to seize up (Sha whimpered  out loud) in pink and yellow, who looked shorter than she really was because she was hunched over, peered at him from behind the hoodie tape girl named Hunter.  “Oh ahahaha sorry, you are a guy, I got it right the first time.  Sorry.”  She shook uncontrollably and laughed like it was punctuation.

           He stared at her, now more at a loss of what to say than ever.  Why was she shaking so much?  Should he be trembling too? Was that expected?  He tried to mimic her, and ended up just doing a weird looking waving thing.  For some reason, this made her howl with laughter.

           “What, what is it.” Said the blind-girl-Hunter.  “Jockey, what is up with this guy anyway?”

           “ Hee heee, no it was just something he…god, I don’t know what he was just doing, but it looked WEIRD.  Anyway, I think he’s a witch.  His hands look just like Warlock’s hands…fingers all too short, hands covered with bandages.  And he’s got pretty red hair!”  the strange-girl-Jockey looked directly at him and said “Hey, you are a witch, right?  Nod at me if I’m right.”

           He seized onto that immediately, happily latching onto the fact that he KNEW WHAT SHE MEANT when she said to ‘nod’, and did so vigorously.  She laughed again.  “There, see, that was a yes!”

  “I’ll have to take your word for it.” “Oooh, sorry, you know I didn’t mean it that way.” “Don’t worry about it.”

“Soooo, your ARE a guy witch.” Continued Jockey, looking directly back at him again.  “What’s your name?  Do you know my friend Warlock?  I think he said his real name is Wilhelm…dunno how he learned that…but he’s another guy witch like you.  Only taller, and with paler hair.  And he’s not all covered in scars…did you get hit by a lot of molotovs or something?”

           “Jockey, man, you gotta give the time to speak, sis!” Laughed Hunter.  “If he CAN speak.  Can you speak?  Hey, do you really not have any fingers left?”

           Inexplicably annoyed at the question, Sha held out his…his…HAND holyshit why did it take him so long to come up with that word HAND out at the blind girl, and waved it at her.  It took Jockey laughing at him again, and cheerfully describing what he was doing to Hunter, before he realized why it wasn’t working.

           “You WAVED at a blind girl, really?  I guess you were trying to show me your incredible lack of fingers, huh?  Did they really chop them off?  Does it hurt?  Did they chop the whole things off, or just part?  Hey, do you speak English at all or what?”

           I VERY CLEARLY STILL HAVE FINGERS.  He thought, somewhat angrily, waving again.

           “He waved at you again, and now he’s just kinda holding his hand out.”

           “Seriously, man, what part of ‘blind’ are you struggling with here.  Ok, try this on for size…’Hunter does not have EYES as Crazy Manwitch does not have….’”