Forever Young by Futurama-Addiction

Best Annoyance Ever

March 18, 1977

"Maria! Get your butt back here, this instant!" Vincent yelled to his 7-year-old sister, Maria.

Vincent was 14 years old, and it was his job to look after his annoying little sister. But he did love her with all his heart, even though she was the biggest annoyance on the whole planet to him.

Maria came racing back. She had a cute little pink bunny rabbit stuffed-animal in one hand. She always had it, it was her best-friend, well, of course except for Vincent, he was the best.

"Why do you always carry that?" Vincent asked while snatching the rabbit from her hands.

"Because, she keeps me safe. Now give it back!" Maria said in a whiney voice.

"Safe?" Vincent laughed. "It's just a stuffed-animal, a toy. It can't protect you."

"Yes she can," Maria said stressing the she. Vincent always called her an 'it'. But she was a 'she.'

"Whatever." Vincent said, he threw the toy on the ground.

Maria ran right away and picked it up. Maria was the cutest thing ever, and even Vincent knew it. Her smile lit up the whole room, and her little dimples melted your heart.

"Did the wittle mean boy hurt you, Candy?" she asked her little bunny.

"What kind of name is Candy?" Vincent asked.

"She is pink, just little cotton candy."

Vincent snorted.

"I love you, Vincent." Maria said out of no where. It surprised Vincent on how easily she would say that to her after he just picked on her like that. To him, that showed that she really did love him.

"I love you too," Vincent said. He really did love her. She was the only person that he loved, he hated his dad, and their mother died before they even knew her.


Vincent's eyes snapped open. He was in a house. He looked around cautiously and stood up.

The house he was in was very well kept and it was a nice house to begin with. He raised an eyebrow at the great house he magically appeared in. But wait, he didn't believe in magic. Someone had to of brought him there. So, he went searching for someone.

"Hello," Vincent would quietly say sometimes. But no one would answer.

He made his way down a very long hall. He was so long and there was a door at the end that was slightly open. The light from inside glued across the floor like a tattoo. It reminded him of a creepy movie he saw. But he wasn't scared of nothing, he had his gun.

He settled his hand on the gun, preparing to swing it out and shoot if he had to. He slowly crept down the long hall. No doors were on the sides, just that one. It creeped him out even more, like this was a special room for some weird psycho path and he was going to be the next to whatever goes on.

Vincent came closer, he heard nothing, and he didn't want to do this, but had to. He looked back over his shoulder just to make sure nothing was behind him.


Vincent was now one step away from the door. He stood there, working up the courage to cover the one step's worth of floor. And finally he knew he would have to, he was a hit man, what kind of hit man would run away from a door just because it reminded him of a horror movie.

So, he covered the space and looked into the door. He stood there for a few minutes checking the room out.

"Looking for me?" said someone from behind him.

Vincent jumped and twirled right around. And quickly dragged his gun out and pointed it at the person. It was a woman; she had beautiful blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She was wearing a blue leather suit like super-heroes do.

"Who are you?" he asked.

She took out two blades. Not quite the size of a sword, but also not small. "The one who saved you. Oh, and don't bother, I know who you are, Vincent."

Vincent raised his gun between her eyes, and she got her blades ready, pointing at both of his eyes. "How do you know me?" Vincent asked.

"No need for questions. I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me."

"Who are you!" Vincent asked again.

"My name is Elektra."

Vincent laughed, "And you are a wannabe?" he asked, looking at her blades.

"No, that is just a nickname because I have the blades, I never use my real name. In fact, it's been Elektra for so long that I even forget my real name."

Vincent pulled his finger back a bit at the ready.

"Enough with the gun. Come on, Man."

"Why should I?"

Elektra put on a cocky smile, "Because you have no choice, unless you want to look like a complete doorknob, because I took out all your ammo."

Vincent glared, "Whatever."

They both lowered their weapons and Vincent made his way into the kitchen again like a lost dog. Always aware and on the lookout.

"Don't try to hit on me."

"Why?" Vincent asked teasingly.

"Can't tell, but you'd barf, trust me."

Vincent rolled his eyes, "Okay."