~You question why I have to do these things, yet….I fail to see how it matters to you. It doesn't equate to your lifestyle does it? I have to do these things because I am stuck at the bottom of the chain, you on the other hand….you are on the top of the chain. So don't try to justify my actions for your own selfish needs…~
Bright, shining stars gleamed through the night sky, seeming to sparkle in certain areas, gleaming, glittering gems that would be forever held upon the sky. Silence resonated through a small suburb, nothing stirred as silence in each house. The sound of the loud blaring of a car alarm was heard out in the quiet and dark neighborhood, shattering the quiet that was held around the neighborhood. As soon as the noise of the car alarm came, disturbing the slumbering the canines in some homes, it left and it was full of peaceful undisturbed silence once more, loud barking of canines in some houses were heard as they woke their owners, earning some explicits to be heard through the neighborhood, as they had to leave the comfort of their sweet, warm bed and placate said canines.
If there had been more streetlights, instead of dull, dimly lit and far separated from each other; the small group of light sleepers who were startled awake by the loud car alarm along with the loud barks of canines, had popped their heads out to see what was going on. Briefly, as it was three in the morning, too late/early to deal with such a thing. If they paid more attention, been more alert or chose to have gone outside to see what the commotion was, which alone wouldn't happen because who would, in their right minds, go out to check on a simple car alarm? It was off and that was all they cared about. But if they had been the nosy type, they would have noticed a small, slim black silhouette getting into a laser red Mustang with a black racing stripe right down the middle. Nor did anyone hear the smooth purr of the engine of said vehicle as it was blocked out by the noise of the barking canines. No one ever saw or heard the vehicle leave the neighborhood as quick and as silent as the movement of an elusive feline.
Inside the car, was a young woman of latin descent, she was in her early twenties or so. The woman laughed softly to herself, obviously feeling quite good with herself with what she had done. Pulling off the black blank faced beanie on her head that held up the tightly wrapped up bun. She didn't take her eyes off the road as she tossed the beanie off to the side, careless if it hit the passenger's seat or not. Reaching up, the woman reached up to her hair, pressing her fingers lightly to her hair as she searched slightly for her bun before she tugged off the red hair tie that held the bun up and let her hair down. Her hair poured down her shoulders, like a soft waterfall of melted mix of dark and light chocolate..
Pushing back a small lock of hair back behind her ear as some fell before her eye, her dark gray eyes focused at the black road before her. Enjoying the small silence with a small light smile, it felt nice to be on a nice quiet road and to be alone to have such peace and quiet. It had been a long time since she had such quiet for a while, well, two days ago or so she had the same silence, but being near her ass of a friend sometimes made it seem like a year or so. Even if she was in a stolen vehicle that wouldn't be no more when she was done with it, the silence felt nice for her.
Sadly, some things had to stop at some point as a small beeping noise was heard from her pocket, making her groan lightly. Idly, she glanced to the side briefly, switching hands on the wheel as she fumbled in the slightest to find the blasted thing. Honestly, this was the fifth or sixth phone, she lost track of the few she had broke when she threw it at her friend. Sliding it out of her jeans' pocket, her dark gray eyes never strayed away from the road as she flipped it open, already knowing who it was without even checking the caller i.d and spoke smoothly despite her slowly growing dread that she would get a headache,"What do you want you asshole?" Idly, she wondered if why she never let it go to voicemail.
Oh.
Right, if she let it go to voicemail, the person on the other line would repeatedly call her on purpose since she, after all, was just stealing a car. Nothing too important or dangerous at all.
A smooth tenor voice chuckled out loud across the line in amusement, as if to irk the woman, she could practically hear the fake smile as he spoke to her, and she already wanted to so dearly to just punch it off of his face, "Now, now my dear. There's no need to be so rude to me. I mean, after all my dear, I just want the best for you…and it hurts with the hostility from you"
The woman's brow now begun to tick in irritation and she nearly growled into the receiver, "Cut to the fucking point. Because I'm heading to the shop right now with a new car for the guys to play with and take apart, the very car you asked me to get. All because the owner pissed you off….god knows why with you, but with you rambling on like this it's going nowhere and I'm losing my patience I have with you and I might considering just damaging this little baby and coming over with every part fucked up to shit."
A soft chuckle left through the other end of the line, "Ah, you're always so feisty! It just makes me crave to break you and do so much more to you my dear." he seemed to ignore the soft snort on his side, as he just continued to speak, "You have such a fire in you, it draws me in like a moth to a flame, except, I don't want to touch it. I want to douse it out and stomp every piece of little ember still remaining down to the ground to where it won't start back up. Ever. But...alas, I don't want to, because you just amuse me and simply are the smartest here to keep me entertained"
"...That by far, is the most normal thing to hear you say, despite it being a bit creepy. If I hadn't heard some speeches of yours that are quite similar to that one. I think you're losing your touch, I don't think I feel myself being threatened by you anymore. Or fearing your threats anymore, I feel more amused if anything. And sometimes it makes me question our own relationship you bipolar bastard...but, I don't care because I really don't want to go into that fucked up mind of your"
A mock gasp left his line as he pouted on his side, she could practically hear the pout, having been used to it so many times when she insulted or slapped him around, "You wound me! My mind isn't at all fucked up! It is the embodiment of beauty and amazement! Your mind on the other hand, is quite thoroughly fucked up…"
"We're quite thoroughly fucked up...okay? I can admit I am, but you need therapy...I can take you" she cackled slightly, making a quick left as she turned down one street, "I can just drop you off and you can talk about your feelings and your love of our dear boss"
A scoff was heard on his end, "Now, now, I can go to your sleeping quarters at night, watch you as you sleep and then do whatever I want. Is that what you're trying to get me to do? Because I can do it dear. No need to bring a therapist in this...or what my non existent love for our boss is...besides, we both know you wouldn't mind riding that stallion"
The woman rolled her eyes at the singsong voice full of fake happiness, both knew the last time he tried doing that. Not only did he get shot in the leg and stomach three times -thank god for bulletproof vests for him, though for her it sucked ass-, then she threw him out of her room with a loud curse towards him. The thought of him actually doing that again pissed her off, she hated dealing with some of his bullshit on a daily basis. He was like an annoying brother you wanted to smother with a pillow.
Stopping at an intersection, the woman began clenching the phone tightly in her hand almost breaking it, succeeding in causing a small crackling noise to be heard on both ends as she had attempted to force the blush back down, as well as the need to smash his face into the cement. The noise from the breaking phone, made her sigh out loud and count backwards from ten in her mind, thinking of every way to beat the shit out of the other, thinking of very painful things and long ones. Good god, why does he bother trying to push her to blush. She felt like a thirteen year-old teenager with a crush. Mind you, that crush went out the window when he happened to be a kid of the police officer, and a little bitch. But whatever. Reaching to five, she relaxed as she waited for the light to turning green as she gritted out slowly, "You better have a good reason on why you're harassing me right now Laurence. Or else, I swear to the god almighty, that I'll go to wherever the hell you are...break every fucking bone in your body and set your ass on fucking fire!"
"No need for threatening my precious darling-"
"I'm not your darling!"
"-even though, I find that it makes you all the more feisty and more fun to taunt and play with," The woman sighed in aggravation, her other hand on the steering wheel clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white from the effort as she began to drive again as soon as the light changed for Laurence to get to the point, "But nevermind that. With all teasing aside my dear...you do know our country of America yes? Please tell me you do remember, I really hope I didn't rattle your brains when we played together..."
'Played', meaning they were trying to kill each other, hitting each other in any way they could before they just called it a tie and made plans to a new job. Mostly, the plans came from Laurence on what to do, for most of making sure the police wouldn't harass them.
She paused slightly and spoke softly, naturally, he could've meant, one of two things. Their country, they lived in. Or...him. She spoke softly, "Depends Laurence, you mean where we live….or him? After all, that could mean a number of things…" a light smiled tugged at her lips as she teased him lightly, despite wanting to kill him at times, they could actually get down and converse with each other like normal human beings.
A laugh this time was her only answer, it was light-hearted and slightly mocking, "Why. Our beloved country who believes in freedom for his people, while being a superhero in the best way he can while trying to help out his people from hitting a total shit storm. That America." he sighed dramatically and seemed to be in thought, pretending to be disheartened from her earlier response, "Oh, I suppose I must have knocked out most of your small brain in your skull Andria, such a shame."
She chuckled and shook her head lightly in amusement, dark locks bounced slightly with each head shake, "Shut up you dickhead. For your information, its like pulling teeth with you at times"
A fake gasp on his end, "Oh such cruelty, I suppose that whatever else stayed in your brain just happened to be the less rational side that loved to curse me out to no end...I suppose I would have to suffer through it the best that I can"
"Quit being a drama queen you dumbass" she sighed lightly and took a right turn, mentally sighing and another long stretch of road for her.
"Oh fine, fine. Where were we until you decided to be a bitch to me?"
"I'm always a bitch to you. But only because you're a major dickhead to me. But we were talking about 'the amazing, superhero', Alfred F. Jones, yes?"
She was actually surprised when she had first met the personification of the United States of America, he was nothing she expected him to be. Well, then again, no one would really know what to expect when they actually met the personification of their country, it was actually overwhelming. She thought he would be a middle-aged man with a Short, Back and Sides haircut with gray hair in there mostly like how presidents would have once they had experienced stress of the leader of a country, but him more-so since he actually dealt with the entire weight of his entire nation. She pictured him with a business suit, a no nonsense attitude with a stare that could make you nervous when it was directed towards you and a frown that always seem to disapprove of everything you did, that's what she had pictured when she first heard of him. But no, what she saw and heard when she had first met him, he was everything the opposite when she had met him. He had the brightest smile that could possibly light a large city or two. He had short, messy, dusty blonde hair with a cow lick to top it off, it never went down, much to her amazement, he had the brightest eyes ever that reminded her of the clear blue sky with no clouds in sight. He had a silly, fun, energetic, and yet serious attitude when someone looks at him. He seemed to be a wild, dangerous daredevil when he wanted too. But what he wore stumped her, he wore a dark brown bomber jacket with a star on the chest where the heart was and he wore it over all of his clothes all the time; over his work clothes, over nice clothes, over casual clothes, over almost everything. What surprised her even more, was that the Alfred, the very man who truly was their country and the very one who was bent on making sure freedom and all that other crap was there for people. He actually trusted the mafia, the mafia of all things. The crazy, scary bastards, more organized than gangs in a street and more fiercer and violent than the police and gangs, well, crazy, scary bastards considered to the public when people watch movies like A Bronx Story or the Godfather series, or even the Sopranos.
Absently, when she thought about it, it was refreshing, it helped you get your mind off the bad things or negative thoughts you could have at that time and be full of content and smile with him. His attitude was contagious if you met someone as happy as him.
She had forgotten what she had exactly asked him word for word on why he trusted his mafia more than the congress and president. And her other question on why he was there most of the time, granted, the rest of those times he wasn't there, he was either; at a meeting with his president, at a meeting with the rest of the world -the U.N. stuff-, or he was at home, trying to recover from a major screw up that really made him sick or cough up blood sometimes. Now, she wouldn't go into detail when that first happened, when he collapsed onto the floor because of something happening to his economy, his people or something. But in the briefest story she could probably sum it up in, was that it scared her to no end. And it was amazing to her, to see him still come back with a smile when he was fully recovered, when she knew he probably still felt like shit, but he was masking it like some people did when they didn't want to worry others.
She had realized after his first fall, he was literally the strongest person, bravest and most of all most courageous being in the world. He made it through each damn pain, felt each part of the economy weaken or even feel an attack. He would feel all the weight to it, but he would still get back up, still move on with each step. And, so far, by fact, she had never seen him cry from the pain sometimes, or knew if he had ever cried if something had gotten too severe it just made him feel so much pain. He was an anomaly she had to admit, a very confusing and eccentric one.
She remembered his answer after she had asked him, he had explained to her that he was having issues with his presidents and his own congress. The presidents and the congress and each new one after the other, never listened to him, they didn't listen to any ideas suggested from him. And if they did, Congress would fix what he suggested, take out everything they didn't like -which were mostly good ideas when he had explained a few of them- and then send it to the president who would chose if it even got in. He had explained that he would rather trust his own mafia than his own congress and president, not that they blamed him at all for shifting to the other side. Through history, they've noticed, and she sure as hell knew some people would have noticed that as well, that all the new presidents were getting crappier and crappier, bringing their country into a never ending hole of debt and hell, how far in it were they? Oh, who the hell cared anymore? The damn economy was horrible as well from her standpoint. And now that she looked at it again and thought about it, he was getting the full blow of it too. The poor guy, she really felt pity for her country, he had to deal with all the bullshit that everyone always dished out, she remembered one time when she had visited him when he returned from a world meeting, that he was depressed slightly.
She frowned in thought at that memory as she took another turn in her driving.
Flashback
She remembered seeing him that day, having been asked by Laurence to go give him some things about information they've gathered on minor and lower gang rates. Cartel and the like. Arriving there and seeing he wasn't answering the door, she walked around and went to the backyard, feeling awkward if she broke in. Hell, she didn't really want to piss him off, or get a frown, she knew it would be awkward as hell if she broke in so she decided it was best to just go around. When Andrea rounded the corner, she could only stop still and stare at the sight before her. Alfred was sitting down outside in his backyard on a chair, slumped over, his head in his hands staring down at the ground, looking like he wished the ground could just swallow him whole and just make sure no one ever knew he was even there. When she had gotten closer, being hesitant and slowly making her way to him, he was close enough to her view, he was frowning, staring at the grass, his eyes even showed the signs of pain, misery and loneliness. It made her chest ache, hated seeing that on him, it wasn't right seeing that on the bright happy man. It felt wrong. In the time that she had know the man, he was usually smiling or mildly grinning as he worked around and giving them some orders. He should have a smile on his face, he should feel happy, grinning or something. He should just be happy, but no. He wasn't, he was thrown into the smallest form, trying to shrink in on himself as a wave of depression seemed to have a hold at him. At that moment when she had seen him, it worried her, thinking a few other things.
How long has he been like this?
What happened?
What's wrong?
Did something terrible happen?
All of these thoughts filled her mind at that moment, rushing a hundred miles per hour, her worry for him grew and grew. She didn't know what to do, she was scared, for him of all things when normally she was slightly nervous to him, but she still considered him a good friend she supposed. Eventually, through her inner turmoil on whether or not to go over to sit down by Alfred stopped. She remembered, she had willed herself not to falter, walking forward to him and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. She then remembered his face when he looked up to her, and it felt like bullets shot her, he had teary eyes when he looked to her, he almost cried before she had touched his shoulder.
God. Jesus fucking Christ on a stick.
He looked like utter hell. What in God's name happened?
It was heart wrenching to see, his normally bright sky blue eyes were slightly darker, misty with unshed tears that wished to fall. His eyes, they were full of shock at the sight of her, pain and sadness still linger in them before he looked down quickly, embarrassed obviously to be caught in such a state. Resting a hand on his back, she began to him softly if he wanted to talk about it, watching when he nodded hesitantly. Listening word for word of what he had said to her. He had told her, that through the meeting, not only did his older brother who had found him, insulted him multiple times as usual, but he went to far this time, that he should have never found the other. That he was an idiot, a good for nothing, lazy slob, all around conceited asshole and most of all a moron.
Now that first part may have seemed wrong, but if someone really thought about it and that if they had met the personification of a country who was found by another, it meant that they wish that country was never alive and that they never existed.
The rest though, when she heard about it, she saw red. All of that was untrue, every single word the British Nation threw at the blonde was all untrue. He was nothing like that, she and all that knew him, his entire mafia or his army, would vouch for him and tell anyone who though negative of Alfred that he was a smart man, that he had a bit of an OCD problem when it involved his house, or some things that irked him. Some things just needed order in his opinion. They would comment that he was always active, ready for action, he cared for others and always tried to help them up onto their feet, Jesus fucking Christ, when one of their own had to help him, just to make sure he was alright visited some humans he met regularly in the hospitals he chose to go to in the cancer wards. They had to bring him food sometimes so he could share with the people. Usually they sent a runner so they could have some time out, but still. This is the guy who has Lady Luck on his side when it comes to gambling, or gambling night in general when he always took everyone's money when he was asked to play poker or any sort of card game with them. Because he was that damn good.
How….how in God's green Earth was this man any of those things that asshole called him?
She would be damned to hear that he was talked down to like that! That was wrong in many ways, she wanted to hit something, but for his sake and her own sake, she had stayed calm for him, not once letting her anger out for him to know. She then remembered telling him that it was nothing he should ever care about, that he wasn't any of that and that she would do anything in her power, because, naturally she couldn't say she would do anything in her power to protect him physically, mentally sure, but only since he was the strongest man who could rip a car in half if he wanted to, she saw it and it was quite frightening if one thought of it when seeing it and realizing he could kill someone with a smile on his face that way if he ripped a car in half.
Hell! It was a miracle he hadn't snapped at anyone, in her opinion, with those constant downpours of negativity and all the shit people kept throwing at her, she would have snapped a long time ago if she was in his place. He had every good reason to snap and to show someone what for. But he didn't, he kept his control, he kept a smile on his face. He just kept moving on forward. Alfred was like a saint or a possible pacifist, if it weren't for the fact that Congress who deemed when to try to screw over other countries by sending troops out somewhere. He was practically a saint despite that minor negative thing he hated.
End Flashback
After that day when he and her had talked. She found herself grow less cautious and wary near him. Found herself talking to him more, finding him and herself as good friends. They began to spend more time with each other on a mostly daily basis, soon enough, they weren't just friends, they became great friends to best friends. Well, he says that, she still feels a bit nervous at times when he does that. But, she can't help but feel like that same way as well.
Especially with his superpower status, he made it to point when he had told her, after she questioned him on why he never just decided to do what Germany did and tried to control every nation, saying that there was no point to ever try to use it wrongly. She remembered that conversation clearly, after all she started it, wanting to know why:
Flashback
"Sure, you could have the power and take out who you wanted. You could be the most invincible person in the world, unable to be harmed by anything and you could destroy anything to make a point. Well, bullets still hurt like a bitch but I can pull them out later, but I can still get hurt and harmed with a gun to the heart or head, but I won't be fully dead. I'm sort of like Wolverine." he snickered a bit as he said this before smiling and continuing on, "And I get that, I can understand that some people would want to use that power to prove a point or want to show that you are, in some way, immortal to take what you want and do what you want. People will fear you and won't question you. But what good is that fear of someone if they don't ever have the courtesy to- No, don't try to interrupt me. I need to make my point out and I know exactly what you want to say to me about this. 'Isn't that good though?' Yes it is on some standpoints, but hear me out on this; having people fear you like a monster as you try to make them worship you like a god...its wrong. They won't respect you, they won't look up to you like you were a great person who tried to do something good. They will be scared of you and everything you do, every move you make will scare them. They would think negative of you always, slandering you, saying that you're just a bully, that you're a scary thing that should just be gone. It shouldn't be like that, it should never be like that ever. You see, you need to do something right in life, without forcing fear into people. You have to make sure that you always do something without the power of fear in your grasps, Do you understand that?"
End Flashback
Honestly, a bit after his explanation and a bit of time to herself to think over his words. She understood, sure; he could break someone in two if he was provoked and wanted to, he could make people cower in fear and piss themselves if he wanted to. But he didn't, he didn't feel like it was right, well…she wasn't sure if the country could take out Russia…even after the Cold War, the ice was still shaky and willing to break with both falling into the ice cold waters of death and such. Hell, now that she thought about it, everything that involved America and the world, it was shaky and uneven. Like everything that held everyone up was the thinnest sheet of ice in the world that could barely maintain everyone, and if the slightest wrong movement was made, everyone would fall to their own deaths.
She shuddered slightly and paused stopped at a stop sign, looking both ways on the street before slowly driving on.
Damn.
That was a bit too far she guessed, somehow she got to the thoughts of death. Oh well, she can't avoid that thought, right?
Sighing lightly, she shook off the shivers of that negative downfall everything.
Shaking her head, she listened to Laurence on the other side who gave a small huff of irritation, "Andria! Earth to Andria! Are you even there anymore?"
"Yeah, yeah. Calm yourself down before your tits fall off Laurence, don't start having a damn bitch fit on me"
"I've been talking for ten minutes, which I assume you damn well blocked me out and ignored me for said ten minutes"
Andria's dark gray eyes blinked, "Ten minutes? Really...?"
"Yes, ten minutes. What happened there? Did you space out on me? Or did you go stupid?"
She laughed softly, her hand that was tightened harshly onto the steering wheel, eased up immediately. She was so lost in thought, she didn't notice the slight sting of pain from gripping the wheel too hard until she finally was back in reality and aware of everything. "Forgive me your excellency that is you Laurence" Andria's voice dripped with sarcasm as she took a left on a street corner, "I have forgotten that royalty such as yourself needs to be notified of when my mind decides to leave out on you"
"You should be," She could picture Laurence puffing his chest out in pride and let her boost his ego up more than she needed to. "Now answer my question again Andria, what happened there that caused you to space out on me?"
She hesitated slightly but sighed lightly, seeing no reason to lie. Since after all, he would harass her if she didn't tell him the truth. He was a dick like that though, "Got lost in memory lane I suppose," she laughed a bit and grinned, "I sound old though just saying that shit huh?"
"A bit, but then again, you are just old in general"
"How the fuck am I old you dick!? You're older than me by five years!"
"Damn proud of it too, but you're still old in my eyes you old bitch"
She scoffed and glared at the road, "Whatever...what did you say then...?"
"Well, when I was blocked out for ten minutes, you missed the best piece of information to hear"
"Well, considering you mostly take on the position of information broker, that would make sense. When isn't there good information to hear from you?"
"Ah, that's too true. But, besides that, you would love to hear this piece of information"
"Well, what is it?"
"Our country, the esteemed United States of America, god bless him! Has decided, that since he is planning to go to another one of those disastrous World Summit Meetings he's told us so much about. He has finally listened and given into consideration on bringing one of our personal mafia members with him. I guess he decided that it would be best that one of us would come in and have a look at things, though he should have listened to the other consideration to stop going to those damn things. But I guess, he should choose what he wants to do, after all it's not our fault his own treat him like shit,"
"Agreed...I say he should stop going to those damn things, but there's the problem of a representative from Congress trying to go to that meeting. They would screw everything up even more, think now. Would that would be better or worse Laurence?"
"Worse indefinitely"
"Exactly...it's the key points we have to think about, and while we think its better for him, there's always that minor detail that screws someone over, also open up, I'm here."
Andria slowed the car down, pulling up into a garage as the door began to open up for her slightly, enough for the car to get through before she drove in. Slowing down before stopping all together and turned the engine off as the garage door shut behind her. She leaned back into the driver's seat as Laurence spoke again, "True, true. Now do you want to hear the news of him bringing someone with him to that damn meeting, or are you going to spend your time shooting wisecracks at me Andria?"
"I suppose so, I can tell you're bouncing up and down like a damned child getting ice cream...or that you're going to meet Santa Claus in the flesh."
"Shut it and listen!" she rolled her eyes and scoffed, but Laurence continued on despite her irritation, "Its someone we both know well"
"Oh Lord...it's the right hand of our group right?"
"Nope"
Andria rolled her eyes and held back a sigh, oh Lord. If it was Laurence that was chosen to go with Alfred to a World Summit Meeting, she would shoot herself in the head. Don't get her wrong, he was a good man, when he wanted to be. That and when he didn't have his head shoved up his ass. The problem was that Laurence had too much cockiness in him, anymore and his head would explode infecting other people. He would gloat on and on about this until someone else got to go, and that was a possible maybe. Because not only there was a chance that there was a first time thing for one of them going with Alfred to be a side representative, but Laurence would bring up, time to time saying that he was the first one there. That, and he would make some bullshit story saying he was practically worshipped there or something because he was the first human there in thousands of years and he got lucky.
She was pretty damn sure he would do that shit too. He was a dick like that. But she supposed she couldn't blame him, he was that naturally stupid.
Andria yawned and opened the car door, sliding out with ease, phone in hand as she stretched slightly before she relaxed and slammed the door shut speaking flatly, "I don't know...you? The almighty has shone the most beautiful light upon you, causing Alfred to see right at you and choose you because you were the chosen one to come to that meeting?"
A loud laugh erupted to beside her causing her to look over and glare at the man before her, "Nope!"
Andria raised an eyebrow and closed the phone, ending the call abruptly. That caused the man to give a pout and cross his arms over his chest. He huffed and spoke, his voice was smooth as he mocked glared at her, "Now now, that was very rude Andria, hasn't anyone ever taught you manners?"
"I would say I learned from you, but then you would be insulted because as you would say, 'I have such high manners that even the Queen of England herself would ask to have a cup of tea with me' " she glared at the man and spoke evenly, "Did I get that right your highness?"
The man laughed heartily, "Right on the mark Andria!"
Andria leaned against the car door, staring boredly at the man and examined his outfit. He wore black business pants with a dark brown belt keeping it up. He had a white button up shirt that was tucked into his pants with a dark black jacket over it. The jacket was simple, had two pockets and a small red trim at the collar and cuffs. He had light brown hair, his hair had a business cut making him seem professional. He had a scar over his left cheekbone, it was a large cut that started from the brow to the middle of his cheek, just like hers and every other man and woman who worked there. He had a small medium sized tattoo of a bat, it oddly looked like the bat from the Bacardi bottles. He was a fairly tall man, taller than average height, he reached the height of 6"3, he certainly towered over her 5"4 stature. He had deep brown eyes that were closed off from emotions showing nothing of how he felt when he needed too.
"Staring at me? Finally figured out that I'm sexy and that you want my body Andria?" the man laughed and ran a hand through his hair, flexing his biceps in a teasing manner to her.
"The day when the Earth's core freezes over and humanity will be soon gone leaving us as the two only people on Earth to repopulate. Even then, I wouldn't be attracted to you Laurence. I wouldn't go near you with a meter stick if it meant that."
Laurence grinned and put a hand on the car, brushing some stray hairs away from her face with a saucy grin, "Now why would you deny yourself that when you can just have me now"
"Because your dick and head are too close together"
He laughed more and poked her cheek, "You're so rude to me, its like you're trying to hide your affections from me even more! Oh just get out with it for me and admit it, then we can have hot steamy sex to where we're numb"
She rolled her eyes and sighed, letting him poke her cheeks, her stare was flat as her tone as she spoke again, "Again, like hell that would happen, I don't want to have to regret even sleeping in a bed ever again"
"Oh, you're such a drama queen Andria"
"I regretted it the first time when you and me got shit faced, I will still regret it now…"
He smirked lightly, "You are flexible though, I wasn't as shit faced but I remember some things vividly"
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she muttered profanities under her breath before looking to him, "So are you going to tell me who the hell Alfred decided to go with?"
"Yes, I do suppose that I have to let you know, since you are the lucky person who gets to go!"
"..."
"Well...?"
"Well what...?"
"Aren't you excited?"
"...I'm not really sure if you're bullshitting me like last time or if you're telling the truth" she scowled at him, her eyes narrowed as she glared heatedly at his bright smiling face.
"Oh, are you still hung up about that? That was one time Andria, don't you forgive me?"
"...you threw me out in public. Public mind you, in the skimpiest outfit ever when I was sick and on medicine that caused me to be dizzy."
"Oh, it wasn't that bad"
"It was on the street, fifteen miles away from here, men took pictures, trying to ask if I was a new pornstar ready to have my debut with them! I kept getting felt up! I kept stumbling around like I was fucking drunk"
"You came back eventually!"
"After I was caught by the police! They caught me for disorderly conduct, indecency, under the influence of alcohol and or drugs as well as possible pornography and prostitution!"
"You got clothes!"
Andria glared coldly at Laurence, "Those were clothes from a female officer who felt pity for me when she noticed I was sick and didn't know what was going on..."
"See? Not so bad at all, you got clothes out of it" he smiled, oblivious from her growing anger towards him. Not until a fist punched him in the face, knocking him to the floor.
"You stupid dense motherfucker! That was my fifteenth birthday you asshole!" She kicked his ribs, glaring down at him. Laurence was laughing hard, even if he was getting pain from her custom steel-toed shoes to the ribs. "Tell me the truth you dickface! You did that on purpose to get revenge on me for something!"
Two long slender arms made their way from behind her to around her waist, before Andria had time to react. She was engulfed into a large hug, getting the air squeezed out of her lungs. She gasped and squirmed, swearing loudly as she tried breaking free from the tight grip, she didn't stop squirming until she heard a familiar loud boyish laugh ring out near her ear, "Oh you're silly so silly Andria! Laurence isn't lying like last time from what I heard!" That comment made her blush.
Oh god. Now he knew what happened on her fifteenth birthday when Laurence decided to give her the most fucked up birthday prank ever. Goddammit, it was bad enough she had to call a runner to go get her since they were under her care as to learn, but then she had to be carried to her room and have the kid guard her room so she could sleep the sickness off sucked ass before she found out Laurence took pictures of her before she was trying to strangle him when she got better.
"Even though I have to say that's really wrong man, seriously, you did that to a fifteen year old?"
"Hey, its annual, you should understand she should have realized that it was annual since we have been doing that to each other every year"
"But I didn't get you in a high degree like that you ass"
"True bu-"
Alfred brought a fist to his mouth and coughed lightly to get their attention before smiling, pretending that he wasn't in fact holding Andria close like she was a lover, Laurence was a bit smug about that and grinned widely, "Now, now you two. No more fighting, the past is the past, let it all out and breathe calmly."
Both Andria and Laurence stared at each other; one of the promise of death, the other of nonchalance, both slowly breathing in and out calmly. As Andria calmed herself down, Laurence got up and smiled to her, "Now isn't it better? Now isn't better that you forgot of that small innocent prank that I have done to you?"
Andria's fists clenched tightly and she almost lunged at the man if it wasn't for the iron grip around her waist, keeping her back from nearly trying to maul the man. Her arms stretched out forward as she tried to grab the man, said man was smirking more and backed up a bit as her fingers get missing him by an inch. The blonde haired man laughed nervously and held her closer, "Calm down Andria! Don't do it, he isn't worth it," he tried soothing the irritated woman from her attempt to murder. He gently stroked her hair and smiled as she breathed heavily, forcing herself to calm down even more since she couldn't exactly move and try to kill Laurence.
And Laurence? He just hummed softly and dusted himself off from shoe prints and dirt before smiling to her, like he had done nothing wrong or tried to aggravate Andria. "This is fun"
:...I think you two need counseling sometimes...I really do, and that's really saying something you guys."
Laurence laughed as Andria straightened up and sighed, leaning back against Alfred's chest, speaking softly, "You can let go now Alfred, I've calmed down...I swear"
"And also, she did suggest counseling but it wouldn't work" he smirked, running a hand through his hair, "she can't resist this sexy body, we both know we would be on each other within minutes" that was true, they would attempt to kill each other before the counselor before said counselor would try to pull them apart. Soon, it would result in blood and the counselor in the corner terrified as they tried to kill each other further.
The blonde stared down at her and huffed, not even intent of letting her go, "No chance, I don't really believe you are. I think you might try to hit and try to choke the shit out of Laurence here"
A scowl, "Dammit...fine, I'll stay right here. Better?"
"Very much so"
Letting out a soft sigh of defeat, as she was stuck in his grip. For now, "So, what exactly is going to happen at this World Summit Meeting? Location wise...that way I can be at least prepared for the worst somehow to the weather in a new place."
"Oh yes, you have to dress real sexy, like a James Bond movie or something."
Andria froze and she felt a dark red blush slowly creep its way up onto her cheeks as she heard the words 'wear a sexy dress'. Immediately began to struggle in Alfred's arms once more, her arms outstretched and her hands open in a strangling manner as she tried to reach forward and kill Laurence, who stood a foot away from her hands with a grin, amused at her reaction, "L-let go dammit! Let go! Let me kill him! No one will notice! I need to kill him! His death will be quick and painful! After I choke the life out of him, let me run his body over five times and set him on fire, I'll fucking drop the body somewhere where no one will ever find him! Let me do it, let me do it Alfred! Let go dammit!"
Alfred began to panic as she struggled violently, determined to get her hands on Laurence. He began to tighten his grip slightly, in warning and also to calm her down to let her know he was holding her. Forgetting that he was stronger than anyone, he forgot how frail humans were. So when Alfred tightened his grip on Andria, it was a bit stronger than expected, causing her to gasp in pain and squirm realizing her oxygen supply was slowly getting cut off, stopping her flailing and started to squirm, "A-alfred! I-i can't breathe!" her face began to turn pale as she started to lose the color on her face. This had caused Laurence to frown slightly and move close to the paling woman. He leaned down and begun poking a pale cheek as she glared at him, trying to breathe, unable to get air through to her lungs, only gasping weakly.
"I think you're killing her" a few pokes to her cheek, "she's pale like a porcelain doll, and her eyes are wide...oh, nevermind...she's turning blue like an alien possibly...oohhh, she looks like a fish now!" he pointed out the obvious as he poked her cheeks some more. He was chuckling as Andria tried to bite his fingers, soon growing amused at her distressed state, "she's a little piranha I think...a rare blue piranha"
Alfred's sky blue eyes widened at Laurence's words as he realized that, he was indeed squeezing the life from Andria's form. He immediately loosened his grip around her middle slightly, giving her the room she needed to breathe. Andria feeling the arms go slack slightly around her middle, she immediately startked to take in the air greedily, growing slightly dizzy at the quick return of oxygen in her lungs before she starated coughing lightly. Choking a bit on the air. Her slightly pale face now returned back to the normal tan color it was, making it seem like she never lost air at all. Pulling back a bit to turn her head, gray eyes glared darkly at bright oblivious blue eyes, "Must you always pull me into a killer death grip every time you see me Alfred? Or whenever you try to stop me from killing Laurence when he's being a complete dick or asshole? I'm only human and can only handle so much Alfr-"
"Yeah, she's only human Alfred" Laurence chuckled, cutting off Andria, carefully and easily sliding her out of Alfred's slightly eased grasp, pressing his cheek to Andria's forehead, ignoring the irritated huff that left her. He then smiled a bit, "Unlike your kind Alfred, we can die easily. Humans are considered as bugs, or paper compared to you, after all, you ripped a car in half with ease." He stroked Andria's hair, who grew more and more angered under his grip. Rubbing his cheek against hers, grinning as he gazed at the curious blonde who nodded to his words, ignoring the angered woman in his grasp.
Under his grip she began to mutter swears, "Motherfucker, quit fucking touching me. Damn son of a bitch, quit touching me, I'll fucking bite your hand"
Laurence tugged a few strands of hair from the middle, close to the base of her head. It was a bit annoying and slightly painful, but it stopped her dark grumblings since he pulled pretty damn hard to cause her to flinch. Mostly as a mild warning for her to shut up, knowing she would hurt him later, even after what he was going to say, "So do keep in mind, that we're all very fragile. That means don't break Andria. Because, after all, that's my job Jones. She's mine to break." Laurence then let go of Andria's hair and moved his hand down, moving his hand toward her cheek, pinching it roughly.
It earned one small yelp from her, before gaining nothing but a dark glare up to him from the young woman who just glared darkly and spoke slowly, "let...go...you damned...son of a bitch..."
Alfred laughed a bit nervously, knowing if they both continued that this would escalate and make them both go at each other and try to rip each other apart. He hesitantly smiled at the two and spoke out, "Calm down you two, now both of you calm down, no need for hostilities."
"You hear that Andria? No hostilities" he practically sang the last part of the sentence out with a grin.
Her glare darkened as she hissed out, "Go suck a dick you asshole..."
"Mh...I don't roll that way dear...you can go suck one for me...preferrably b-" whatever he was going to say, was cut off as Andria bit into his hand, hard. He huffed, forcing himself not to flinch. To no avail though, as she bit hard and had some pretty sharp canines on her. She seemed satisfied with the flinch, because she let go eventually and spit on the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and grumbled about how nasty it was. That made Laurence huff, "says you Jaws, look at those indents in my hand! It's going to bruise!"
"So? Why should I care? I should be worried if I have herpes on my mouth from biting your nasty ass hand, who knows what its touched"
Letting out a gasp of shock and indignation, he huffed, "I do not have herpes! Or any sort of disease!"
"You sure?"
"Well!" Alfred clapped his hands together, snapping both their attention to him, he smiled a bit glad he got most of the hostile air to settle down and gained curious stares, though, mostly everyone tried to ignore the fighting. Because they started to bet when they began to fight, on who would win instead, "We need you need to get out anyways Andria! You're always stuck here doing jobs or runs, you don't have free time unless we're talking together. But that's it, you're a workaholic"
He ignored the small snicker that left from Laurence, he smiled to Andria who hung her head and began to curse at him silently and elbowed Laurence harshly, effectively silencing the loud snickering. "Shut up, you're one to laugh, you're a workaholic too"
"Oh, I'm not laughing about that Andria, oh no, quite the opposite." he grinned like a cat, like a Cheshire Cat to be descriptive, "Oh, I'm laughing because you spend whatever spare time you have with Alfred, when you tell me you go to the 'gun range'!" he put quotes over gun range, making a perverted hidden message as he looked to Andria, then to Alfred pointedly.
"I do go to the gun range!" she blushed and looked away, a bit flustered, "I just happen to go with him"
Laurence was now howling with laughter, his arms wrapped around his sides as it became hard to breathe from how hard he was laughing, "Oh god, this is too good to be true! Really? Do you have, more 'experience' with each new visit?" He tried to keep a straight face, but seeing Andria lose her cold and harsh demeanor, turning into that of a tomato, it was too much for the mobster and he was just thrown into another round of laughter.
"Anyway! As I was saying you two," Alfred sighed out loud and stared at both Laurence and Andria, who now looked at him once more, both trying to return to a more, normal state. Honestly, without realizing it, both of them acted like children whenever the blonde was around them. The blonde man then smiled brightly to them, "Get your stuff right now Andria and hurry! We leave today actually!"
"That's...a bit last minute don't you think?"
He just seemed to ignore the questioning comment, opting to continue on, "The plane to Russia is pretty long so you can get some shut eye on the plane. Well...not plane, it's more so of a jet than a plane. And also you can check out a few of the sights, with me of course and maybe that commie bastard, along with the Russian mobs…" that alone perked up both Andria and Laurence, as well as those who were listening. They both exchanged glances, sharing a look together.
The Russian mobs, they were powerful and strong yes, but they were also very sadistic and dark. It made them feared and most other mobs tended to stray away and not try to provoke the Russians, knowing their wrath wasn't one to tamper with. Well, most of them except for the Italian mobs, now those guys had been butting heads for a long time.
Laurence spoke calmly, slightly tense now, his thoughts working on overdrive for solutions to give Andria to use possibly, or things they should have her watch out for, "Oh…? Should we be worried Alfred, or is that a good thing that Andria is given a...rare opportunity to see what they do?"
Alfred smiled calmly and nodded cheerfully to the two tense mobsters, both a bit in their own worlds to figure out what to do, "Yup! I'll make sure the commies won't do a damn thing! Besides, I'll protect the damsel in distress if Andria ever becomes one!" Andria's felt a tick begin to form on her right eye as she heard him call her a damsel in distress. She glanced at Laurence and groaned seeing the man relax and immediately grow curious. The look in his eyes made her clench her fists.
That damned look. She wanted to punch it off his face, it meant trouble for her usually. Well, it just meant trouble for anyone except for Alfred. And that just pissed her off, couldn't he just leave the subject be, along with her? Hell, she could just deal with him leaving the subject alone, and he can mess with her.
Andria soon sighed and shook her head, getting rid of the negative thoughts and mental images of her pounding Laurence's face in. As tempting as it sounded, she couldn't give into the temptation. No matter how good it sounded and would feel if she gave in. Giving the personified country a slight smile, she couldn't help but notice the happiness well up in his eyes, showing how prideful he felt. He really must be proud to have one of them go to a meeting with him. It really meant alot to him she realized. He was so childish most of the time even if he was serious, but if someone really knew him, they would know more than the childishness, despite that quality, and notice he was a good person, if not sometimes oblivious to certain things.
Rolling her eyes a bit with a smile, Andria pulled out of the blonde's grip, slid out of his grip really, but that doesn't matter to her, either way she got out of his 'death grip of doom', "Don't give Laurence more reasons to annoy me, it still pisses me off when he tries to call me princess…" she narrowed her eyes at Laurence who was whistling innocently like she had said nothing. "That look doesn't suit your ugly ass"
"Really? Because I think it suits my fine ass quite well my princess" he practically purred out the word 'princess' as he looked to Andria.
He only earned a scoff of disdain towards him before Andria turned and pointed to Laurence, looking at Alfred with a glare, "Do you see what I mean Alfred? He does this more whenever you're not here, when I'm doing gun runs-"
"From what I remember, a few of the men that heard didn't disapprove, they rather liked your name"
"They're perverts though! You know how many times one of them asked if they could-" she scowled at Laurence as she brought her hands up making air quotes, "-'Enter my royal chamber to save the princess with their sword' " she crossed her arms over her chest, "Fools, the lot of them. I'd rather shoot them in the balls and give them a reason why they can't reproduce instead of threats where some women say they'll castrate a man but then they don't."
"Well then, its a good thing most women aren't like you. The world would be dead and over with and there would be no way to reproduce"
She grinned lazily, "Oh there would be, isolate the good men they want who weren't harmed. The others will be killed off, society starts over and the cycle would continue..."
Alfred shivered and moved a hand down over his crotch, mumbling weakly, "Dude...not cool...that's borderline scary"
Andria just smiled to Alfred, her eyes glinting darkly in the light, "Oh don't worry Alfred, it won't really happen...for now..."
The country whined and blushed slightly, scared, he wouldn't admit to that, because he was a manly hero. But, he prided in keeping his dick in one piece.
Rolling her eyes, the young woman sighed in slight defeat, seeing the blonde slightly uncomfortable. She chuckled softly and smiled, "Whatever you baby-"
"I am not!"
"-I'll be here in a few minutes I guess…" with that, Andria left to her room. Leaving the brunette and the blonde alone in the quiet for quite some time. The silence, was deafening around both men, despite the noise of conversation between other mobsters behind them, it was awkward to say the least, since they had no clue on what to say to each other. "So….Alfred…"
"Yeah…?"
"Why'd you choose her? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm surprised you chose her, but why not me and her together? Or me" Laurence puffed his chest out in pride as he pointed to himself. Laurence would admit from time to time, that he was a prideful man, but that made it fine. It meant that he just had his standards a bit higher than needed to be whenever he took on jobs or trained new recruits.
"Well, I would have taken both of you, an information broker along with a sniper marksman, is a perfect combination, both are a good asset to have with each other, but your boss, well boss whenever I'm not here, he needs you right now. As much as he would love you two to go together with me to investigate the other mobs in private and in secret, he doesn't want to risk it. That, and well, he said that you needed to grab some information and you slacked off on work"
Laurence just chuckled in amusement and smiled a bit. "So it seems I have, I must have forgotten that part"
"That seems unlikely, you must've found information that had gotten you real interested if you 'forgot' about your work" Alfred chuckled softly in amusement and leaned against the nice mustang.
"I have actually…I have been looking into the affairs of what has been going on through the people coming in and out...and I found some interesting people...seeking permanent stay visas here...some russians are thinking of making work here...but with their work through to Russia still stays…"
Alfred frowned slightly at that, "Have they now…?" that, sounded a bit problematic. He had no problem with mafia bases being set up, but having a few running internationally to their own countries? He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, he might have to have a few words with Russia, it was bad enough that the Italian mob was already trying to make themselves permanent on his soil. But still, he needed talk to South Italy as well, so he knew operations weren't being pulled when his own people left said country to live in America.
"Yes as well as one Japanese Yakuza member...I am still going through his information...quite a resume...we may approach him at some time when he gets a small temporary resident here. But, I need to look through his information fully before anyone attempts to make contact...I'll work on what should be…"
Andria came back before the conversation could go further, with only a small duffle bag as well as a brief case that held her beloved gun. The duffle bag was a pale green, had looked a bit sad, but looked good for an entire week in a foreign country. She looked at the information broker and personified country with a slight smile, "Alright, I'm all done"
Alfred pouted and shook his head as his eyes made contact with the beaten up, light green duffle bag, "Andria, no! You need much more than just that! Its going to be over a month!"
"Well, I can just wash over and over again, its not a problem"
"Thats not the point, you need more choices Andria"
"More choices…? Alfred, you make it seem like I'm going to die if I don't bring more clothes"
"Well, you sort of are-" Laurence just smiled and put in his input, "You're going to the coldest place on Earth, well for you mostly and some of the others here who aren't used to the freezing cold climate."
"Fuck...you mean I have wear something real warm and puffy huh?"
"Exactly. Though, I thought you would have packed a parka"
"Well, I had one, but the thing is, it was destroyed when I had to go to New York in winter time…target had their own sniper, which, may I add, you forgot to tell me! And it was torn though, so it isn't useable"
"Oh...right, I forgot about that…"
"Fucking shit you gotta be fucking kidding me-" Laurence just laughed heartily and grinned as Alfred just sighed out loud as the pair began bickering again.
"Do I look like a kidder? I'm an information broker princess after all, you get such juicy information from me..but don't worry! I will be useful for your trip to Russia, as this will be a big side project for me to delve deeper into their mafia, but I need you to work with me and-"
"-And get you all sorts of things that would be considered valuable to you. I know, don't worry, I know the program. Also, considering that it is you of all people Laurence, yes. I do think you would be kidding on this kind of shit."
"How cruel, you hurt me...I think you hurt my feelings-" Laurence placed a hand over his heart, looking hurt. He would have looked hurt if it wasn't for the playful smirk on his face. Earning a scoff from the woman who glared at the amused information broker.
"-feelings? When the hell did you have feelings?"
"Please, I have feelings"
"Last time I checked, you told me you had no feelings, saying it was for weak men"
"Well, what if it was a lie?" Laurence began pouting, it was unusual and slightly uncomfortable to see on the normally prideful man.
Andria opened her mouth to comment, only to have a gloved hand press against her mouth. She immediately scowled, her dark grey eyes narrowed dangerously as Alfred smiled and laughed a bit, glad he temporarily defused the situation. Though. He had the faintest suspicion he would be used for target practice in her anger towards him.
"As much as I would hate to rain down on you Andria, you do have to wear some really warm clothes there to Russia, its really cold compared to here"
"No….I don't want to" by now, she was pouting, disliking the fact that she would have to wear extremely warm clothes to a different country. A cold one at that, she hated the cold! She would rather be stuck in a refrigerator aisle then go to somewhere that god intended to be for penguins and shit.
"You have to Andria" Alfred frowned down to the young woman, authority leaking through his voice, making both mobsters tense and look to each other. Andria straightened up as if she were a soldier and Laurence looked more alert and stood straight. Both knew, along with everyone else, that when he started to use authority, it meant business and that he was serious. The only female of the small group sighed softly and grumbled lightly before looking to the blonde.
"Do I really have to Alfred?"
"Yes!" He seemed to be offended, his bright blue eyes widened in shock before they returned to normal. A grin slowly made it to the nation's face as he pushed his glasses up his nose, "You know what…? Forget it, I'm helping you get clothes!" without warning the Alfred grabbed Andria's wrist and dragged her away fast, ignoring her struggle and her cries of shock and bewilderment as she tried breaking away from the extremely strong man. It wouldn't do much really, but she tried.
"N-no! I-i don't need help Alfred! D-dammit! Let go!" all that was left as she was dragged out unwillingly by the other man, was the car and Laurence with an amused smile. He simply made a soft hum in his throat before turning and checking the car she had taken.
"Oh. Silly, silly Andria. Thinks she can escape Alfred's impressive death grip when she knows its futile...such a silly fool" He chuckled to himself, his brown eyes lit up a bit with amusement as he lifted the hood and inspected the engine with curiosity. "Mhh…what an engine...you must purr like a cat" he grinned widely and began messing with the engine, "Oh well, I must damage you, if I don't I'll be tempted to keep such a fine car...besides, there are such better cars than you" he grinned a bit. "Too bad too, your owner pissed me off though, so I won't want to keep such a beauty like you though…"
For some reason, if Andria heard his comments, she would say he was acting like he would when he broke up with a lover. If they were unacceptable, lived through their uses, then he would give them that speech. He then turned, a few ideas forming in his mind as he then got a marvelous idea. He decided he was going to harass some other poor unfortunate mobster since his precious playtoy left his side and would be gone for a while. Which meant hell for the younger recruits.
A dark chuckle left the information broker as he went to his room, already grinning from ear to ear. Those poor souls, they would be broken within a week. Oh, he would have to prolong it if he was going to last until Andria and Alfred came back.
AN:
Soundwave: Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker! I am back for so long and I am sorry! Google docs sucked for a while when your computer has so much shit in it, I was so surprised no porn ads were popping up yet. This happened once and I hated it. Anyways, I'm rewriting all the way up to chapter four...until I do so, I plan to make sure everything is perfect! Please review, give me thoughts and such and I will be grateful. Helps me get better with writing. Any questions or anything pertaining to this story, besides a review, like an idea and such? Just pm me, I won't mind, love the ideas as such. Thank you for your patience and not hounding me for my fucked up shitty writing, as I re-
Cheshire: *smacks upside the head*
Soundwave: *whines softly and glares at weakly* what the hell was that for!?
Cheshire: Oh you know why, and don't even think about playing dumb with me. You called your writing "Shitty" again, didn't you?
Soundwave: It was! I was still starting out! I was earlier on! I got nervous and had a whole fucking wall of text! And accidentally repeated some shit Ches! I do that sometimes in life and you know it! It's a habit that repeats sometimes and I don't notice it! I read this stuff over and it needs to be fixed! Therefore shitty.. *sticks tongue out at*
Cheshire: *grabs tongue, sighing* Honestly...Yeah you repeat things, and yeah you had a wall of text, but this isn't a final draft. You have fans here who love your stories
Soundwave: *sighs and drools all over your fingers until its slippery enough to get my tongue back before grumbling, sliding my visor on* yeah yeah...I know, but I want them to enjoy no spelling shit...grammer nazis around, ya know? And also, perfectionist...I freak out a bit if I don't have everything if I play a Mario game or any other sort of game...but I get it... *rolls eyes*
Cheshire: *wipes my hand on your armor* Then if you get it, stop calling your writing shitty, It's good and I love it just as much as your fans, if not more. Besides, screw the grammar nazis
Soundwave: yeah yeah... *clears throat, glancing over to him* anyways...before I was abused...*teasing grin* I re-read some shit and messed up from time to time, I will re-write my other stories as well! And promise that as soon as I fix everything up, I will add a chapter two to Welcome to the Soviet Union. Promise! Thank you! And remember, I own nothingggggg! As much as I wish for it...I will be good and solemnly swear that I won't set fire to that building... *moves away from said building*
Cheshire: And remember to check back with us for updates on the story! *looks at her, then at the readers* And like one of the most iconic heroes and greatest of his kind once said,TRANSFORM AND ROLL OUT!