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By Vera Crystal
I would like to thank pheep for all her help with the story. I couldn't have done it without you! :)
I originally wrote this story for Anna ^_^ Merry Christmas, Anna. I'm glad you liked it =)
Malik's Story
Jacquie, the bitch. She glares at me. I glare straight back. I want to kill her. I will kill her. The bitch. I'd kill her with my bare hands if I could. I hate her. The bitch.
"Malik Sin, you're going to be given The One for your crimes against me, Jacqueline Moll, the leader of the Saffron division of Team Rocket." She says. I want to kill her. The bitch deserves to die. She's too soft. The bitch. I hate her so much. I hate them all. She's killing me. I'll make sure she's dead. I hate her. I wish I could kill her. "You bitch."
"I don't have time for you, Mal. You have any last requests?"
"Fuck you. Get Dorta in here, bitch." She presses a button on her desk. I hate her. If I wasn't handcuffed and surrounded by guards who have guns I'd kill her. I'd kill her with my bare hands. The bitch. Dorta's led in. She looks lovely in her Rocket uniform. She's only nine. She's too young for her Dad to die. The bitch Jacquie. I'll make sure she dies. Dorta smiles up at me. She's got red hair and beautiful brown eyes. She's lovely. I kneel down and give her a hug, and I kiss her forehead. I take the Knives from my pocket. The guards point the guns at me with more force, ready to pull their triggers. As if I'd hurt Dorta. I'd never hurt her. She's beautiful. I love her. She's just like me. Not a soft bitch like Jacquie, who's glaring at me. Five Knifes. Each Knife has 50 notches on it. 50 kills. Except the fifth. It has 32. I put them into her hands. She looks up at me, she's sad. The kid's gonna be without a Dad. That's not fair. I hate that Jacquie. She's such a bitch. She's too soft. Fuck her. I'll kill her. "Dad, what's with giving me the Knives?" "Dorta, I love you." I hug her again. I hate Jacquie so much. I whisper. "But that bitch, Jacquie, is gonna kill me. I want you to get her, for me, okay? She has to die. You be strong and brave. Make me proud. I've always been proud of you, you know that."
She nods, she looks like she's about to cry. I glare at the bitch. Look what she's doing. Dorta has to kill her. I hug her again. "I'll miss you, Dorta. Don't let her tell you anything. You kill her. She's going to die. You do that for me, okay?"
I'm not worried about dying. I want to kill Jacquie but. Look what she's done to Dorta. The poor girl. I glare at the bitch again. She's smiling smugly. I want to kill her. "Take the girl away. I'm sure he's had enough time." They take her away. I'm not crying. I don't want her to see me sad. I want her to remember me like she should be, tough, and ready for anything. I hope she carries on like me. There's lots I won't see. At least I got to see her first kill. I hate Jacquie. And that Cael guy. And that Angel guy, too. All of them. I hate them. Julias. I hate him too. I glare at him. He's at least 7 feet tall. Fucking tall idiot. I hate him. I want to strangle him. He's got the door open to the place where I'm getting killed. The One. I glare at Jacquie one last time, hoping that Dorta will avenge me. I step inside..
By Vera Crystal
I would like to thank pheep for all her help with the story. I couldn't have done it without you! :)
I originally wrote this story for Anna ^_^ Merry Christmas, Anna. I'm glad you liked it =)
Malik's Story
Jacquie, the bitch. She glares at me. I glare straight back. I want to kill her. I will kill her. The bitch. I'd kill her with my bare hands if I could. I hate her. The bitch.
"Malik Sin, you're going to be given The One for your crimes against me, Jacqueline Moll, the leader of the Saffron division of Team Rocket." She says. I want to kill her. The bitch deserves to die. She's too soft. The bitch. I hate her so much. I hate them all. She's killing me. I'll make sure she's dead. I hate her. I wish I could kill her. "You bitch."
"I don't have time for you, Mal. You have any last requests?"
"Fuck you. Get Dorta in here, bitch." She presses a button on her desk. I hate her. If I wasn't handcuffed and surrounded by guards who have guns I'd kill her. I'd kill her with my bare hands. The bitch. Dorta's led in. She looks lovely in her Rocket uniform. She's only nine. She's too young for her Dad to die. The bitch Jacquie. I'll make sure she dies. Dorta smiles up at me. She's got red hair and beautiful brown eyes. She's lovely. I kneel down and give her a hug, and I kiss her forehead. I take the Knives from my pocket. The guards point the guns at me with more force, ready to pull their triggers. As if I'd hurt Dorta. I'd never hurt her. She's beautiful. I love her. She's just like me. Not a soft bitch like Jacquie, who's glaring at me. Five Knifes. Each Knife has 50 notches on it. 50 kills. Except the fifth. It has 32. I put them into her hands. She looks up at me, she's sad. The kid's gonna be without a Dad. That's not fair. I hate that Jacquie. She's such a bitch. She's too soft. Fuck her. I'll kill her. "Dad, what's with giving me the Knives?" "Dorta, I love you." I hug her again. I hate Jacquie so much. I whisper. "But that bitch, Jacquie, is gonna kill me. I want you to get her, for me, okay? She has to die. You be strong and brave. Make me proud. I've always been proud of you, you know that."
She nods, she looks like she's about to cry. I glare at the bitch. Look what she's doing. Dorta has to kill her. I hug her again. "I'll miss you, Dorta. Don't let her tell you anything. You kill her. She's going to die. You do that for me, okay?"
I'm not worried about dying. I want to kill Jacquie but. Look what she's done to Dorta. The poor girl. I glare at the bitch again. She's smiling smugly. I want to kill her. "Take the girl away. I'm sure he's had enough time." They take her away. I'm not crying. I don't want her to see me sad. I want her to remember me like she should be, tough, and ready for anything. I hope she carries on like me. There's lots I won't see. At least I got to see her first kill. I hate Jacquie. And that Cael guy. And that Angel guy, too. All of them. I hate them. Julias. I hate him too. I glare at him. He's at least 7 feet tall. Fucking tall idiot. I hate him. I want to strangle him. He's got the door open to the place where I'm getting killed. The One. I glare at Jacquie one last time, hoping that Dorta will avenge me. I step inside..