The Wastes- RPG OPEN JOIN!*FAMILY ETC SECTION UPDATED*

My chest suddenly hurts, right where my heart is. I gripped my chest and let out a shrill scream. I shut my eyes tightly and let out another scream.

Michael

I hold Marcy tightly and then remember something on the man that I killed. "Delilah go grab the dead mans watch." I say pointing otuside.

Delilah

I run outside and grab his watch. I go inside and hand it to Michael, "why do you want it?" I ask watching Marcy have a heart attack. "Because it has a button on it, see." I say pressing the button, then Marcys heart attack just stops.

I layed there, breathing heavily, "What just happened?" I asked in a tiny voice. My queasyness had stopped, along with my heart attack.

Michael

"You had a heart attack and I stopped it with this thing." I say showing Marcy the watch.

I looked at it questioningly, "Seriously? This stopped my heart attack? Are you kidding me?" I asked. I was furious. Michael was messing with me when I almost died.

Michael

"No, I am not messing with you, I pressed that button and your heart attack stopped." I say looking at Marcy.

I got up and started pacing back and forth, "Press it again, let me see if it can control me or not." I cross my arms and look at him, my eyes dead serious.

Michael

I sigh and press the button. She starts to have another heart attack, I quickly press the button and it stops. "That answer your question?" I say.

I get up off the floor, "Yes, it does. But why the heck would I be connected to that guy?" I asked curiously.

Michael

"He probably connected you to him, he must have been really mad." I say putting the watch on the coffee table.

Delilah

"Thats pretty scary." I say while cuddling up to Michael.

I sit down in the chair by the TV and rubbed my head, "So if I make another guy as mad as him, I could end up like this again?" I ask.

Michael

"I don't think so, he seemed to be a little off his rocker." I say while turning on the TV.

I nodded my head in agreement, "This is like something out of a sci-fy book." I say.

[I got time for one more post, now I have to go to bed. Bye!]

Michael

"Yeah it is actually, pretty nutty." I say while leaning back on the couch.

[Bye!]

I stare at him, "And if this happens again, what're we going to do?" I asked. This was so bizzare.

Michael

"I have no God damn clue." I say getting up, "I am going to go have a cigarette." I say a little stressed. I walk outside and pull out my zipo to light my cigarette. I sit on the steps and smoke, occasionally flicking the ashes off as it burns.

I sighed and looked at Delilah, "I'll handle him," I mutter. I walk out and sit on the steps next to him, "What's wrong?"

Michael

"Just a little stressed." I mutter as I blow smoke out of my mouth. "Sorry for being rude." I say picking my finger nail.

I swat away the smoke from my faces, "It's fine." I nudge him with my elbow, "So, how are you and Delilah doing?"

Michael

"Good." I say smirking. "We don't know much about each other yet but we seem to have a lot in common." I say putting out my cigarette.

I stared at the cigarrette, "So, since when did you start smoking?" I asked him.

Michael

"When I got married to Grace." I say chuckling, "so I have been smoking for at least twelve years." I say looking at Marcy.

I stared at him in disbelif, "You do realize your slowly killing yourself when you smoke?" I asked him. I sighed and rubbed my head.

Michael

"I don't chain smoke." I say laughing.

I rolled my eyes, "Your lucky you found someone for you. Nobody here wants to put up with me," I say.