Damn thing wouldn't leave my head. Should I play this straight or go full crack?
I honestly have a hard time thinking of how to go about continuing this.
Taylor Hebert was a teenage white girl, too tall, gangly, awkward and the target of bullies and got stuffed into a locker full of biological waste and bugs.
She was not a six feet ten mountain of a woman who spoke only in a low growl that rumbled across the room and a roar that sent people flying. Her indoor voice appeared to have disappeared, along with her ability to think through a lot of things but she gained some eyebrows that resembled two dark caterpillars the size of the baguettes. Taylor decided she like the eyebrows and stopped thinking too hard how they appeared. Thinking things were now hard.
So much that she grabbed Madison from class and told her,"You work for me now." Just so she can do the thinking. She was small and sneaky, hiding behind people who can punch back. That made her one of those smart people who can think for her.
Actually, more like she growled at her and made the smaller girl cry in fear. Taylor didn't know why the petite girl was crying or the meaning of petite. She even made her a cap. Smart thinking type people loved caps! Maybe she needs one of those big feathered fans so she can shoot lasers and other bright stuff from it. That would cheer her up!
It would also probably help to prevent her new strategist from trying to run away. Taylor kicked a beer bottle into the wall next to the crawling Madison, creating another hole in the wall of the abandoned warehouse she was holed up in. That hole fit nicely next to the five other holes she had created to prevent Madison from escaping from her duties of thinking of what to do next. This hole however wasn't preceded by bolts of lighting like the first two or gouts of flame like the third and fourth and Taylor frowned. Nevermind, after the stubborn smart girl starts doing her job, she can ask her how to create them.
"Chen Gong! Stop trying to run away! I'm doing your job of thinking what to do because you're not doing your job!"
"I'm not even Asian you freak! I wanna go home!" Her strategist Madison Gong started crying again about never seeing her family again. Taylor snorted in response to the smaller girls babbling.
Why would anyone want to see their family? Why, the only reason she didn't head home was because there was a voice in her head telling her it's wrong to want to skewer Dad with a polearm the size of a utility pole! How absu..abus...some big word that's stupid.
Stupid voice. It was yelling at her that it was wrong to go into that Asian run martial arts shop to grab that peacock headdress, or the cool black armor with the demon face on it. It also whined after she beat up that bearded guy in the blue tin suit and took his halberd. That blue armor of his made her angry, so she's feeling double happy when beating him into paste.
If she wasn't meant to take the halberd and motorbike, why did it grow bigger and burst into flame at the bladed part when she swung the weapon around? Why else would the motorbike turn into a lava red horse with a burning mane after she rode it? Why else would the Asian couple running the shop be Australian and keep talking about Roos and Poo?
Australians who are Asian are disgusting.
Silly voice. it even told her that eating the meat bun floating in the air was a bad idea! How else do meat buns appear other than breaking crates and people? How else would she have healed from all those people poking her and shooting at her?
Chen Madison was now sniffling in a corner, curled up into a ball. Taylor rolled her eyes and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and stalked towards the exit.
"Come, Gongtai. We're going to get you one of those feathered fans you like so much!"
"Pick a name and stick to it! And I'm allergic to feathers!" The younger girl can't stop screaming. Taylor remembered that those types of smart people didn't like yelling very much. On the other hand, she was finally telling him what to do after finally doing her job of thinking for him.
Progress!
Oni Lee was dead on the inside. That's what he believed and told the world. But the sight of this new mountain woman cape in black Chinese armor and wielding a Chinese style halberd that can shoot bursts of air, lighting bolts and fireballs while generating force fields was making him reconsider that. The demonic looking horse with a mane made of fucking fire that allowed her to charge through the dragon's flames while pummeling him didn't help either.
Awe and fear. Two emotions that even Lung had a hard time conjuring from him was now readily available and he was going to share it to everyone. The rest of the ABB weren't feeling that much different. All of them had heard of the stories. No one Asian had not heard of those tales that so stuck in their collective cultural memories.
Among horses- 赤兎. Fuck the whites and their barbarian language of calling that horse a red bunny.
Among men, well.
Even in the darkest of days, Oni Lee had never felt his voice quiver. It sure was shaking now.
" It's Lu Bu!"