Chapter 1: Riddick
Mason Jennings. The very name wants me to scream in frustration. She's one of Jack's friends, and she's okay, she pisses me off to no end, but she's okay. Listens to the fucking weirdest music you could ever hear, some band called Collide, and her favorite CD is the Vortex Disc 1 CD. I swear you'll go on an acid trip just by listening to that CD for too long. And since she listens to it with the fucking volume turned up all the way every time she visits with Jack, I've been through it. First your head starts to spin, then you start seeing things weird colors and shit. I yelled at her to turn it down one time and the little bitch told me to go fuck myself. That memory makes me chuckle. She knows exactly who I am, and does she care? Fuck no.
Every time Mason and I have one of our World War Five fights Jack nearly has a heart attack, like she's afraid that I'm going to kill her best friend. I actually got mad enough to draw my shiv one time. And what did Mason do? Yanked it out of my hand and buried it into my living room wall that's what. Caught me off guard with that one. I can't even scare her with my eyes, damnit. She thinks they're quote unquote "nifty". Nifty? What kind of fucking word is that? I didn't even know people still used that word.
Jack had asked me one time if Mason should stop coming with her on one of her visits. And I just thought back to when I first met Mason, I thought she was totally hot. And that didn't change when I realized that personality wise she's just like me, so I told her that Mason could keep tagging along. It's refreshing to be around someone that will actually yell back at you instead of cower away and apologize the way Jack does. I get the biggest kick out of Mason when she yells back at me, and an even bigger one when she tells me to go fuck myself. It makes me want to laugh and rip her throat out at the same time.
So that's why I'm sitting here on the couch with a pillow clasped over my ears trying to block out the sounds of Collide. But it keeps fucking coming through! This is actually the second copy of the CD; I snapped the first one in half. And was caught off guard again when she punched me in the nose, girl has a killer left hook I'll give her that much. Didn't break my nose, but it did bleed for a while. I almost killed her on the spot, but I just ended up with another hole in one of my walls, I never did get the one in the living room fixed.
But now I don't yell at her to turn the music down, not that it would do much good. You want to know why I don't yell anymore? Too bad, I'm telling you anyway. One time when we had one of our infamous fights we ended jumping each other, best sex of my life, it's a lot better when you're pissed as hell at the person.
Mason Fucking Jennings, the female version of me, but without you know the killing thing.