Okay…don't kill me for this, but the damn plot-bunny fairies just had to inject me with inspiration! This is simply a one-shot. Should be a hilarious one too if I have my way about it! Of course, this is something that may (or may not) happen in Worlds Collide. Which reminds me, I need to get that damn story updated or else I'll have some very unhappy customers…same is true for Darkest Bite. Ah damn, I think I have an idea for that one too! Shit…this isn't good. Anyway, let's get on with the damn show…*takes out rocket launcher and cookies* this is in case someone decides to fry my ass.
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If there is one thing I hate most in the world it's being a damn damsel in distress! I mean, I honestly do not go around looking for trouble, but that doesn't mean that I don't get into any! Seriously…trouble seems to be more than happy to find my happy ass and right now I seem to be in a whole mess of it. And in case you're wondering, hanging upside down from a rafter is not my idea of a good time! If you think I'm kidding, kindly thing again. I don't kid about this kind of shit.
And yes I'm cursing! I think I have more than enough rights to at present. Sue me for it! Not like you'll win, but you could try. If I live through this horror anyway.
As of right now I'm watching Chris and Wesker battle it out. Yeah, those two idiots are never going to get along no matter what Claire and I try. Those boys are like that…boys! Completely stupid and unchangeable. I've had just about enough of it too. Hopefully, you'll figure out just how I managed to get myself caught up in this mess of 'hanging-from-the-rafters' because I really don't know how it all came about myself. No, wait…that's not entirely true. I do believe it started with a make-out session…Chris stumbling across it and I don't think I need to say anything more. I know the man adopted me as another little sister, but he really needs to get some fucking common sense or else I'm gonna kill him. If the boy doesn't get himself killed after all of this anyway.
My left eye twitched when a bullet nearly grazed my right thigh.
"WATCH IT YOU MORONS!" I shrieked out, causing I do believe Chris to gasp in shock and Wesker to chuckle in sadistic humor. Someone mind telling me again why I'm in love with that sunglasses wearing idiot? Never mind, I don't wanna know. I just wanna get out of this predicament and beat the shit out of someone. Hell, I might beat the snot out of myself for letting it happen in the first damn place!
I really need to work on my observation skills.
"Are you all Sarah?!" Chris asked. Why I gave him that name I'll never know…next time I'm giving my full real name and let's leave it at that.
"Oh," I snarled dangerously, "just peachy. And if you boys would stop acting like a couple of jackasses you'd notice that I have some company."
Yeah, Lickers. Oh, joy.
"Shit," I heard Chris whisper.
No kidding.
"I'm coming," he hollered. "Just hang on!"
I blinked. "Exactly what am I supposed to hang on to?"
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*dark chuckle* Yes I ended the story there. Why? Well, I'm cruel like that. And yes they'll be something else to go along with this little story. ^^ You can try to kill me if you want, but it won't work. I did this deliberately and I'm not afraid to say it either! So ha!