Chapter 1: "Do you find me annoying?"
Blood, bodies, and bullet cartridges blanketed the floor. Heavy, rapid breathing could be heard as we see a bruised and bloody face of a young woman appear. She was surrounded by four people, who were staring down at her. Just…….staring…creepy like. The young woman on the floor looked to them, each and every one. They all just stared at one another.
"Uh…..what are you all staring at? Can you please go away. You're all seriously freakin me out with the staring." She said with whatever strength she had left in her. They all seemed to ignore her as they continued to stare.
"Alright, cut the friggen staring." She yelled. As she said this they all moved out of the way as approaching footsteps could be heard.
"Thank you, jeez." She said in relief, but as she realized why they had moved, she rather they all came back. "Uh oh." was all she could say, as the man that had orchestrated this massacre stood over her. "Are you gonna stare me to death too?" she asked in an sarcastic tone.
The mysterious man, who's face could not be seen, bent down over her and reached into his pocket to get something. "Take whatever you want, just don't kill me." She yelled as she closed her eye's, waiting for something like a gunshot. The man smiled (not that you would know that since he can't be seen, duh.) and pulled out a handkerchief.
The young woman opened one eye to see why the man was stalling and saw that what he held was a cloth. "Phew" she said in relief. "You had me there for a second. I thought you were really gonna kill me." She began to laugh. The man laughed with her. "Oh I am gonna kill you, that's the funny part." He continued to laugh. She laughed even harder. "What?" was all she could get out.
"I said, I'm really gonna kill ya." As he said this, the young woman's laughter halted. "Oh poo." She said with a disappointed face. The man leaned in and began to wipe her wounded face with the handkerchief. "Thanks, but I don't need your assistance. I'll just get up and be on my way." She said, hoping he would stop and let her go.
He continued to wipe her face. "Do you find me sadistic?" he asked her.
"No, but I find you to be something else." She said in aggravation. "Now can you kindly stop touching me."
He seemed to have ignored her as he continued to wipe her face and babble on about why he's doing this. She was paying little attention as he was boring her with his speech. "Yeah, yeah, but can you seriously stop. It's irritating me." She said louder. He just continued what he was doing and talking more and more.
Finally, the young woman had enough. She grabbed the cloth from him and threw it. "Ha! That's what you get." She said with a smirk. The man looked at her puzzled as he pointed to the cloth witch landed right next to her. "Damn I suck." She said before turning her attention back to the man. "I've had it with you. Just take your homies and leave." She yelled.
"Tsk, tsk, that coma really gave you quite a temper." He said shaking his head.
"Damn right it did you…..wait what coma?" she asked, completely confused.
"Oh…uh…" he had no idea what to say. "This one." He said pulling out his gun and shooting the woman in the head.
Everything went black as she slipped into a coma that she would remain in for four years as a man named Pimp Daddy Buck pimped her off to lonely men, but that is a story for another chapter.
Eva-girl 23: I hope anyone who's actually reading this, enjoys it. It's my first fan fic, so forgive me if it sucks. Reviews would be appreciated, especially good one's. Even funnier stuff is yet to come. So stick around.