the carnage of girl / izzy & inga, day 1

Inga's pretty sure that if she glares at the back of Izzy's head hard enough it'll spontaneously combust.

Feels a bit like a folktale. Some old woman told some old woman told some gullible little shit. One of those things that kids cross their fingers and make wishes on.

Well, she would if she could.

The glare starts alternating.

Back of Izzy's head. The rope. Izzy's head again.

It wouldn't be so bad if the two of them weren't so annoying. Somewhere in the crossing from trees to flatland, Inga starts fantasizing at kicking the back of Sage's knees out and making a run for it. She's got Inga's bag slung next to her own, but neither of them know about the dart gun she's still got waiting in her boot.

Izzy's the worst of them - just north of insufferable, a little exasperating, a little like gnat in the right light. Inga, pulled across the landscape in the most indigindfed way, waits for her to make the mistake of getting too close.

"Peace offering."

Bingo.

She yanks on the rope and sweeps Izzy's leg out, scatters all the bits of bone on the ground as their little arts and crafts project goes flying. Izzy follows it down, Inga following that, swinging a leg over her waist and pinning her down at the middle. She's got a shard of a mandible in both hands suddenly, pressing it against Izzy's throat suddenly.

"Counter offer." She proposes. "I just kill you."