Fear for the Worse Chapter 2
I thought we'd be over with all these physical feelings, especially if it's pain. After all, I've taken so many shots, slices, crushes and incineration that my skin is probably as tough as a badass skag's hide. ...fucking painful... I can just taste my brain cells leaking out of my mind. Only my head hurts, but it hurts like a bitch in heat. And to make it more of a pleasant input, my arms are incapable of reaching to my temples, so it's good luck if I can rub it in softly to soothe it to a subtle degree. I can't see anything as well; someone must have covered my view. Both sides of my temple rhythmically beat away at my brain. It's like you're hammered, but in a bad way since I guess there're no pain killers within my vicinity for the aftermath. Speaking of being hammered, when was the last time I had a good buzz?
I miss the hard liquors which could have washed down 'Krieg's' fascinations of a shiny meat bicycle and making sure "pretties" will ride it afterwards. Now every time I see an alcoholic beverage, my psyche roommate simply smashes it with someone's skull, wasting what would've been my purest sanction. So how long has it been: 2, 3, 5 years? Crap, my brain's not much use when all you can think is this never ending pounding through the scalp to the cranium. Hell, in fact, this painful sensation is exactly like I'm being clobbered by one hell of a solid fist. "Come on bitchy face! Your ass is mine you hear my call or ya'z wanna try out my crumpets?! Don't bet your Bitty-BUTT is any decent shape to take me on." It's hard to tell, but it's clear that the owner of this constantly tone shifting voice is from a female adolescent. God, this is just too good to not think about. Why is there a child on one of the most perilous and bio hazardous locations in the whole galaxy? I'll eat your NEPHEWS! Oh no, Look who finally decides to come in without an invitation.*sigh*. Kid, please run away. And Krieg, good timing as always.
"Eat my pain! Or better yet kill me! SHOW ME THAT EXPLOSION OF LIFE LITTLE LADY!" Maybe this could be my solution; maybe she can kill me. She could end it all and leave me in dusts and ashes for the sake of anyone that hasn't attempted to be involved. But she saved us in what could've been one bad nap. For once in a long duration of mental conflict, none of us can even move a millimeter. The only difference now is the idiot yapping away at the silhouette. And while he yells for release, the girl, if I'm right with this eye all covered, is just standing there, probably staring with deadly intent. Look, I know you're not the man that'll conjure up rational sentences, but listen. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LET'S STRIP HER FLESH!" Please, shouting 'I can't hear you' doesn't assist you on getting rid of me. I'm tired of arguing with you. You know that you're at her whimsy. You just can't accept it, can you? It does look like it'll be a long shot but maybe the psycho will comply with my warnings. "NRRAGH! WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" You know what I want. I want- "NOT YOU!" …..Oh?
After what would've been the longest silence, the blurry silhouette took off the eye barrier. We can see her now and stare intently back at her. And I was right. I'm lying on a moderate size bed. She's nothing more than a little teenager that probably had nothing else to do but replace birth names with words relating to rear ends. She's about 5'4 and wears washed up clothes that are dulled out. Her mask rests on her left side of her head and it appears to be from a psycho. Man, I thought that they were like me, but it was kind of obvious that we're both incapable of a friendly conversation. Instead, buzz axes fly off to both directions, risking limbs. While I was trying to reminisce past slaughters that truly deserve my justice, I nearly forgot about my situation. Right, back to my analysis.
Her face tells me she's seen enough bloodshed that'll out match anyone who crossed into war. With her dark circles of eye bags and maniacal smirk, I can see that she's restless but eager with whatever she can fathom about. "You done with yourself talk? Suckaaa, you came in with your chiseled badonkadonk and slaughtered my play mates. You know how mad you made this MOMMA!?" She emphasizes her anger by elbowing right on my solar plex. Mph! Shit I felt it. Krieg you better hold those chunks of yours.