I've decided to take a day off from my usual tactics of terrorizing and causing chaos. Instead, I've opted to walking around the city that I love destroying so much. I'm not really looking at the buildings around me, that is, until I see a small, dark-brick building, with a sign that reads Forever Scarred. Suddenly interested, I walk over and look through the window. Inside, I see the reteating shape a muscular man, and the more curvacious figure of a woman. I notice that she has a can of Monster in one hand, and what looks to be...a pear? Strange combination, but who am I to judge. She starts eating the pear before sitting down bacwards in one of the chairs. It's then that I notice a bunch of needles and different pictures on the walls. Then it finally hits me, it's a tattoo place. I walk in the door seeing as how she doesn't seem to be paying attention. When I open it, though, instead of those stupid chimes that I always want to cut to pieces, the sound of...something goes off. Looking down at the door, I see strings and a pick, I'm guessing an idea one of them came up with.
"Hello, random person who walked into Forever Scarred. In what way would you like me to creatively, and colorfully forever scar you," she asks, not even looking back at me.
'I've been scarred enough, thanks.'
Instead of speaking my thoughts I walks towards her, but I'm stopped by a voice.
"Kara," the guy yells.
"What," she groans back.
"How are you not bouncing up and down," he asks, sounding very confused.
"I give it another thirty seconds before I'm totally jacked," she replies, still not bothering to turn around.
So I move forward quickly, wrapping my hand in a chloroform soaked towel, I push it against her mouth and noise, and it she quickly passes out. I take a good look at her, she has dark black hair, with lots of lime green in it. Basic eyeliner, a tank top and jeans, torn up converse, interesting necklace, and then I see the star tattoo in the middle of her back and I can't help but trace it. Before the big guy can come from the back, I pick her up bridal-style and carry her back to the base. As soon as I get there, I have the boys get a chair and put it in an empty room, then I put her in it and tie her hands together beind the chair. I figure I have some time to kill, so to speak, so I decide I'll have a little fun while I wait for her to wake up. So, me and the boys go on a little robbery, get some extra cash and head back to the warehouse. It's only been an hour, so she should still be asleep, but I might as well go check on her.
Just imagine my surprise when I walk in there to see her awake, the rope I had around her wrists is on the ground, and she's sitting on the back of her chair. A mean idea comes into mind, so I quickly move forward, and I see that's she's just sitting there, watching me, so I kick over the chair. I hear hear land, first her head, than her back, and finally the rest of her. But unlike any normal person, she starts cracking up, which reminds me, of well, me.
I stare at her, just trying to figure out what kind of person I decided to kidnap this afternoon. And wouldn't you know it, she's...weird. Slowly, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, and as she continues to laugh, she stares at me. After a minute, her laughing dies down, and she tilts her head to the side, still staring at me. It takes me a second before I come to the conclusion that she's staring at my scars.
'Just like everyone else.'
"Why so serious," I ask, my voice returning to it's dangerous tone.
She doesn't answer, or blink, or look away from me. I lunge forward and land less than a foot away from her. Still, no change in her staring. Finally, I grab her face in my left hand, grabbing my knife with the other. She finally looks away from my face when I flick the blade open. But instead of a worried, scared, or frightened look like I was expecting, her brows are furrowed together, and she looks...mad. But not my kind of mad, but an angry mad.
"Did you take Eddie," she questions, still glaring at the knife.
"What the hell are you talking about," I bark.
Slowly, she moves her hand to her back pocket and pulls out a knife identical to mine. A smile comes across her face as she kisses her closed knife.
"Okay, I don't care anymore," she mumbles.
She jerks her face out of my hand, and puts her knife back in her pocket.
"How is it none of us here realized you have a knife on you," I grumble, partially talking to her, and partially talking to myself.
"The same way none of you noticed that I have a lighter, too," she points out, grabbing a lighter from her other pocket, and starts flicking open, then shut.
For about five minutes neither of us say anything, but there's the sound of her flicking the lighter. She flicks it closed and looks at me, again, I swear that she's staring at the scars. I get in her face again, and I ask,
"Why so serious?"
"Shh! I'm concentrating," she snaps, lifting her hand, she brings it up to my face.
But before she can touch me, I smack her hand down, and harshly grab her face. I glare at her, but it doesn't seem to affect her. Instead, I watch her stick her tongue out and lick my hand, then she gets an odd look on her face.
"You taste funny," she tells me.
"That's nice to know," I reply sarcastically.
She starts twitching her eyes from one side of the room to the other, never focusing on one spot for very long. Eventually, she stops and stares at me...again...for the third time.
"Can you stop touching me now," she questions, as if she asking me what one plus one is.
"Now, why would I want to do that," I respond, with an evil smile coming over my face...
