The Sordid Details

Sorry for the wait!

Faiika: Mad's sense of humor goes along the lines of sarcasm at its finest. Hmmm Mad and Jay...and interesting and explosive combination...

RetardedLaptopUser: I hope i don't end up permanently damage Alexa either :( Ajin Airlines would definitely NOT be anyone's choice haha! We'll see how it works out! Cross your fingers and hope for the best!

The first to go were my arms. The wheels had passed through Mad as if he were transparent glass and oh if I could just describe to you readers just how much agony it brought.

It was pain, ripping, biting, tearing f*cking pain. Over the last few days of getting shot at, poked in the eyes and shot at some more, this motherf*cker took the f*cking cake.

I hastily shed the winter coat I was wearing and left my ass out to freeze in the air as the speed of the closing wheels tore through the already holey sweater. The skin from my knees all the way up to my elbows were immediately flayed and burn. I haven't even begun to tell you about the overwhelming weight those wheels had on them because the second the lever swung them up, four of my ribs cracked under the pressure and shaved the flesh along my hips till the black tires scraped at least an inch into my pelvic bone.

I screamed till my throat bled. F*ck morphine, I needed to be drowning in a vat of Dr. Numb before I ever decide to attempt this stupid idea again. By the time the wheels dropped again as the plane tilted, there wasn't a spot on my body where there wasn't a speck of blood.

I was shutting down, and fast.

"JAY!" Alexa shrieked as every weary bone in my body lost all motor functions and I collapsed onto Mad's chest,

"Woman. Wake up…if you don't hold onto me, I won't be able to…" It was an effort to lift my head that now felt like it weighed over a ton but the sharp, adamant hiss from the Black Ghost prompted me to look at him. To my horror, wisps of black matter were beginning to leach off his body,

"I-I don't understand. What's happening?" Mad snarled and dug his claws deeper into the grooves he created as my hands continued to fall through his body.

"I. Don't. Know." Was the frustrated growl and I whipped my head up, desperately searching for something to grab on to. The pain blinded my senses; with Mad's rapidly fading body, there was nothing to support me. I felt my body tip forward and I began hurling head first into the oncoming wheels. The Mad Hatter let out a desperate roar and with his arm still intact, reached down and grabbed my shoulder and flipped me around in time so the backpack and my lower torso took the brunt of the impact.

"GRAB ONTO THE WHEELS! THEY'RE GOING TO DROP ONE MORE TIME!" I could barely catch Alexa's high-pitched warning as I blindly reached out and with the last bit of my strength, wrapped my hand around a thick bar that separated the two wheels. All air shot out of my lungs as the wheels suddenly dropped back down and I found myself dangling in the air some 20,000 feet above the ground.

I was going to be sick.

This was much, much worse than hanging off Supreme Scream or any f*cking roller coaster.

"MAD!" I screeched as the wheels shook from the drop, my fingers were gripping so hard onto the metal bar that my knuckles were bleached white. I risked a frantic glance up for the Black Ghost and saw nothing.

The f*cker had disappeared altogether.

Getting hit by the damn fruit truck that started this all hadn't drawn fear being that I never anticipated the accident nor did I feel the shock of the pain when I was hit. However, the knowledge that you're miles above what wouldn't be simply death, but a horrific amount of pain waiting in death's hold was when I found myself gripped in what I believed was true fear. A fear that even the Black Ghost's ferocity could not bring out. My entire body had long braced itself for the expected death row, every single organ in my body fought against the pull as survival and the innate nature of persistence warred in my heart.

The Mad Hatter had been there to drag me back from what would've been another face to face with death.

Deranged as he was, the grudging acknowledgment that he'd saved my asses more times than anyone else -including myself- was…morbidly gratifying.

Willingly or not, he left me to deal with this alone. And the terrifying revelation was what frightened me the most.

"JAY! ARE YOU OKAY?!" The plane continued to quickly rise and as it did, the temperature began plunging just as fast. Alexa wasn't joking, I was more likely to catch hypothermia and die a slower, agonizing death than freeze my arm off. Without the creature that I so reluctantly relied on, my options were shrinking by the second. Without warning, the wheels lifted and I clung on as tightly with numb hands as the levels brought me back to the ceiling. We didn't release our pent up breaths till the compartment slid closed with a final exhaust of gas.

I was in a world of pain. The immediate healing factor, while doing its best to quickly knit my torn flesh and bones together, did not shy away from showing me the damages I've done to my body. All the desperation that forced my flayed body to hold onto the sliver of survival had been exhausted, the steam, like a relieved gust of breath, forced its way out of my lungs and I crashed landed onto the wheels. With the adrenaline fast fading, in came the sensation of what would be the next few hours of complete agony as my hybrid self-sowed the hyper-sensitive nerves back together.

There was nothing else I could do but lay there, utterly exhausted and helpless as I waited. At the back recesses of my mind, I wished for death. A soft whimper blinked me back from my slipping haze and I glanced over at Alexa clutching the bars in front of her, her eyes wider than dinner plates as she made a tentative movement to help me only to grab the steel poles again when the plan shook.

The bottom lip she'd been worrying over was beginning to darken to a blueish hue.

As blood's warm liquid continued to pool over my head, I stared up at the ceiling as the bleary sarcastic notion that had been slamming itself into my head smashed through.

Dear Life,

Could you at least start using lubricant?

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