Your Attention Please!:
"Tonight's the night," Fuck sang happily, plopping down on the couch with Sis seated at his side. Sis didn't care to answer, only continued to read the book that was in her hands she had just got that morning. Fuck glared at her from the corner of his eye, a growl escaping his thin pale lips. Not only that, but Sis had refused to kill the woman at the book store that was laughing at her about talking to such a skinny fag. Since Sis said no, Fuck had the honor of putting her out of her life…
Along with half the other people in the store.
'Getting irritated by the fact she's not listening to you?' Idi mocked inside Fuck's head as he happily sat above Sis on the back of the couch, watching her like a lounging cat would. 'You're worse than a teen girl seeking attention from her boyfriend as he plays video games. Truly pathetic.'
Fuck turned his crimson eyes towards Idi.
'Silence!' Fuck spat back, anger overcoming him to the point he could barely hold himself back from snatching Idi from his spot and ripping his head from his body. Oh, how he would love to do such a thing. But Sis would be furious with his actions.
'We know who wears the pants in this house hold.'
'I swear, if you don't SHUT UP this INSTANT I will set your ass on fire!'
'Oh please, you threaten me with far worse. But yet, here I am. Still insulting you as the day is bright.'
Fuck bit his bottom lip to the point he could taste blood, his right eye twitching in annoyance.
'But in all of this, I'm the one that has the human form' Fuck replied, draping his thin arm over Sis's shoulders. 'You, on the other hand, have a stuffed form that you can never enjoy the wonders that I can. Such as,' he drag his thin index finger on Sis's bare upper arm, his rotten black nail scrapping against her skin to leave a faint red mark. 'Skin to skin contact.'
'Yeah right,' Idi replied calmly, a yawn escaping his lips. 'You can barely stand washing your own human form, let alone touch another human in such a way. Plus, I don't quiet think you full understand what you just said to me…'
Fuck felt his face grow hot as Idi only smirked at this, his tail flicking ever so slightly.
'There it goes.'
Fuck removed his arm from around Sis's shoulders, Sis not removing her blue eyes away from her book but growled slightly at the fact he had touched her in such a way. Fuck cleared his throat, crimson eyes turning to the T.V. that was turned off in front of the three of them as his cheeks had yet to turn back to their original form of coloring. Sis flipped a page in her book, eyes scanning each word that passed them as the two continued their spat.
'Anyhow, what was so special about tonight? Were you going to show Sis that you know how to use words bigger than three syllables?'
'No smartass!'
'Still only two.'
Fuck felt the vain on his neck throb.
'If you must pry on every event that I take her on,' Fuck hissed darkly, glaring in Idi's direction to see that he had moved to Sis's lap.
Fuck grinded his finely pointed rotting teeth at this. Was he showing off that he could get away with touching Sis when he himself could not? He didn't care about not being able to touch Sis. He only cared that Idi was flaunting it like a child with a new toy would to another child.
It sickened him.
'I was going to take her out with me to see one of my new death contraptions.'
'Mmm,' Idi rolled his pitch black eyes up to the ceiling as Fuck placed his feet on the new coffee table that was in front of him with a smug look on his face. 'Nope. No, I believe that Sis is quite satisfactory here with me for the night.'
'Doing what?' Fuck snapped back as he lost his composure, the hew in his crimson eyes growing with each passing second he stared at the stuffed Giraffe. 'Reading? That will get her nowhere with our goals!'
'Funny how you say 'Our' when truly they are only yours.' Idi rolled over on his back to have his belly exposed to let Sis scratch it as she continued to read. Fuck watched in horror. When had she started doing that with him?! 'She shall stay here and read. Doing so will allow her a chance to gain her sanity once more.'
Without thinking twice, Fuck snatched the book out of Sis's hands, eyes wide in distress. Sis stared at him in shock as Idi only smirked watching the scene unfold before him. Running to the kitchen with the book in hand, Fuck threw the book into the trash compactor and slammed it closed. Sis only watched in total disbelief at the way Fuck was acting. With loud noises coming from Fuck starting it, he walked back into the room, eyes darkened with hate.
"What the hell was that about!? I just bought that today!" Sis yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. Fuck opened his mouth, ready to answer, when Sis cut him off. "God, you're worse than a girl seeking attention from her boyfriend! Just because I haven't talked to you all day today because I was reading, doesn't mean you can fucking destroy my book!"
Fuck blinked at her words.
"WHAT?!"
Sis rose from the couch, rolling her eyes as she stormed up the stairs with Idi in her arms. Fuck watched her storm to her room, slamming the door closed so hard that the sound of it echoed throughout the house. He stood there, still trying to grasp as to what had just happened as his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
'You vile son of a bitch,' Mr. Eff hissed in his head, seething to the point that he could feel his blood boiling in his veins. 'You tricked me.'
Idi chuckled to himself as Sis ran her fingers down his furry long neck, both of them resting on her bed for the night.
-...-
Wrong House:
Two men dressed in all black drove down a dark street, all the houses quiet and their lights turned off. Their blue van's headlights were turned off as they slowly investigated each house with their greed filled eyes. They had been stalking this neighborhood for some time now, and it seemed that most of the people in the houses were on vacation or just gone for weeks on end. The man driving named Steve stopped the car and investigated a small two story house, the untamed hedges covering the view of most of the lower part of the house. And easy hit for robbers like themselves.
Steve turned to his partner in crime Dan, a grin creeping on his chubby face as Dan nodded his head to say he agreed with his plan. Dan and Steve had been doing this for months now, seeing as how they had lost their jobs at a fast food chain for eating more than they were working. And they also slept in the bathroom stalls when it became too busy for them to handle. Dan was a well-built man, his jaw line strong as his arms thick with muscle from the pointless about of time he had to spend in jail for car robberies and house robberies. His hair was somewhat greasy from the endless amount of jell he used to bush his thin black hair back.
Steve was the complete opposite of Dan. He was fat, lazy and a drunk. He had lost many of his jobs for coming in late to work drunk and reeking of cheap perfume from the hooker he most likely picked up the prior night. His brown receding hair greasy from not washing it for weeks on end. Needless to say, you could smell him from a mile away.
Steve pulled the van over and parked it, turning it off as Dan hopped out the car before him. The cold night air bit Dan's face harshly, his green eyes watering at the freezing temperature. Steve waddled over to him, breathing heavily as he did so.
"Somethin' about this neighborhood just ain't right," Dan mumbled, frowning as he glanced around the street.
"Eh, it's just because it's so quiet," Steve coughed after saying this, his throat feeling as if it were about to rupture at the small feat. Dan rolled his eyes at this, sighing as he did so. He knew he should have gotten a new partner that wasn't so fat and slow. "Come on, let do this."
Dan and Steve trotted over to the house, the snow covered ground crunching under their weight. Steve investigated the window, and then tested it to see if it was locked. Of course it was.
"Hey, Dan," Dan glanced over to see that Steve had opened the front door just a little. Steve frowned at this then turned his eyes towards Dan. "The front door was unlocked…"
Dan stared at this for a moment, and then said, "Alright, let's head in."
Steve and Dan entered the house, the lights turned off but still able to identify their surroundings. The room seemed fairly dusty, items in the room seeming as if they hadn't been moved or touched in years. Both men frowned at this, but pushed it aside. It could easily be a senile old woman that couldn't do her own cleaning. Steve closed the door behind him and bit the inside of his cheek. Dan pinched his nose and squeezed his eyes shut in disgust. Something smelled like it was rotting.
"I'll take down here, you go up-,"
A scream erupted from the upper part of the house, cutting Steve off. Dan and Steve turned their sights towards the stairway that was placed to the left of them a few feet away. Dan felt sweat collect on the side of his face as his heart beat rung in his ears, eyes widening in horror.
"What the hell was that?" Steve asked fast, darting his eyes around the room as if something would pop out at any minute.
"Fuck if I know," Dan answered.
"Let's go check it out."
"Are you high?!" Dan hissed, glaring at Steve as he grinded his teeth in rage. "You hear a scream and you want to go see what the fuck it is!?"
"Hey, someone might be hurt," Steve replied, already walking towards the steps.
"We broke into this house," Dan snapped, following shortly behind Steve. "Whoever's hurt isn't going to be happy to see us. They'll call the cops most likely!"
Steve walked down the hall, glancing in the first room. He froze.
"Fat ass, you hear me?"
Dan walked behind Steve and froze at the sight before the two of them. A girl that looked to be the age of twenty was nailed to the wall in front of them, her eyelids ripped off and her index and ring fingers on both hands were chopped off. Her blood shot eyes locked onto theirs as tears streamed down her reddened cheeks.
"P-Please," she pleaded the two robbers. "H-Help me!"
Another scream from behind the two robbers erupted, causing the two to spin around and see another door. Dan trotted over and opened it slightly, his gut dropping at the sight. A man the age of fifty hung upside down from the ceiling, his scalp shaved off as blood dripped below to the wooden flooring. His feet were hooked to the ceiling and a rope was tied around his ankles that was also nailed and tied to the ceiling as weights were fixated around his neck, pulling him down slowly towards a bucket of acid below his head.
"YOU FUCKERS, HELP ME!"
Dan stumbled backwards as he saw the man's feet rip from the hooks. The Man fell head first into the acid, his face getting eaten slowly as he screamed in pain, the green liquid turning crimson red. The Man's trashing around stopped, his skin no longer on his face.
More screams erupted from the top floor, causing Steve and Dan's blood to run cold.
"What are you doing in my house?"
Both robbers turn to face a pale looking girl, her blue lifeless eyes staring at the two blankly. They backed up slightly as she tiled her head to the right. She frowned, investigating the two as she pressed her fingertips together near her face in thought.
"Are you here to join the festivities," she asked, raising an eyebrow at the two.
Steve felt throw up in the back of his throat, his hands becoming clammy as the girl stared unblinkingly at them.
She glared at the two, her eyes becoming cold.
"I'll take that as a yes…"
...
...
...
Steve found himself trapped in a small wooden crate that sat on the floor, thousands upon thousands of ticks and bedbugs within it biting at his flesh as he found that he was rendered of doing anything seeing as how his hands were tied behind his back.
Dan was placed on a bed of nails, three cinderblocks placed on his chest and pushing him down as the nails imbedded into his back painfully.
Sis smiled at the sight as Idi sat on the top of her head, shaking his head slowly in disapproval.
"I think I'm getting better at this sympathy empathy thing Idi."
Idi frown at her words, coal colored eyes locked onto the sight before him.
"Oh? How so?"
"I could have put the fat tub of lard on top of the other man to weigh him down, but I thought that would be too harsh."
-...-
It's Your Fault.:
"Mr. Eff, really, I don't need anything to keep me awake," Sis mumbled, her head resting against the window beside her. Fuck was driving the little red four door car as Sis found herself falling to sleep in the middle of the afternoon. She yawned, raising her left hand to her mouth as Fuck came to a stoplight. "A little sleep can't hurt away. I've been up for two days straight."
Mr. Eff smiled to himself at this.
"Yes, and I'm ever so proud of you doing so." Fuck pressed on the gas and moved forward when the light turned green. "But I don't want you sleeping-,"
A light snore came from the right of him. Mr. Eff growled at this, the hew of his crimson red eyes growing brightly as he heard Sis sleeping. Fuck jerked the car left then right, making Sis slam her head hard on the window. Sis groaned and placed her right hand on the bump on her head that was forming, Fuck glaring at her from the corner of his eye.
"Welcome back," he mumbled, turning at a left.
"Mmm…" Sis moaned, somewhat at a loss as she tried to find out where exactly they were.
Fuck pulled the car over and parked in, a bright neon light shining in Sis's eyes. Fuck took off his chef's hat and pulled up the hood of his black jacket to hide his crimson eyes from the citizens. He did this most the time he went out so he didn't draw attention to himself. Sis moaned and held her hand up to block the light, but found that the smell of coffee had entered in nose. Fuck opened his door and got out as Sis groaned like a little child not wanting to eat their vegetables.
"Not here," Sis whined.
Fuck opened her door and grabbed her by the upper part of her arm, saying, "Yes Sis, here."
Fuck dragged her out of the car, her Conversed feet scrapping against the sidewalk in her half dazed state as she complained to Fuck that she didn't want to go in. Fuck only rolled his eyes and dragged her into the store. The store Sis hated most.
Star Bucks
Fuck opened the front door as Sis continued to complain to him about not wanting to go in. She hated coffee and how it made her act. Even the people that went to the shop seemed to act different. They seemed to have a stick up their ass about everything. Fuck only dragged her to the counter and stared at the menu, Sis leaning against the counter as her blue eyes rolled around in a dazed stated.
Fuck tapped his dead index fingernail on the counter, not having a clue as to what to give the girl he was holding onto. A black girl with brown hair up in a bun walked up to the two of them, a chipper mood consuming her to the point it made Fuck draw back a bit in fear of her. She smiled widely at him, her overly bright white teeth shining in the light.
"Welcome to Star Bucks!" she nearly yelled at Fuck. Sis moaned a little, her way of saying hello. "What can I get for you?"
Fuck took another step back, Sis practically falling off the counter and to the ground, almost dragging Fuck with her. Fuck pulled her up a bit, having her lean against his thin frame as he wrapped his arm around her waist. He felt his skin crawl in disgust when Sis placed her head on his chest.
"What's the strongest cup of coffee you sell in your facility?" Fuck asked darkly, his right eye twitching feeling Sis dig her face further into his chest as she fell back to sleep.
The girl's eyes widened slightly as Fuck only stared at her in aggravation.
"Well?!" He spat, causing Sis to jerk slightly.
She cleared her throat, saying in a less chipper tone, "D-Double shot of espresso. B-But I wouldn't recommend it to starters-,"
Fuck dug into his pants pocket, pulling out his black leather wallet and throwing a twenty on the counter, saying darkly, "Yeah, whatever. Just do your job and get my fucking coffee."
"An espresso is not coffee," the woman replied, picking up the twenty from the counter and opening the cash register to give Fuck thirteen dollars back. Fuck's right eye twitched in shear annoyance.
"Do you what to die?"
The woman's eyes widened in shock.
"N-No."
Fuck snatched his change out of her grasp.
"THEN GET MY FUCKING COFFEE!" Mr. Eff yelled, stuffing his wallet back into his back pants pocket after sticking his change in it.
The woman dashed to the back, leaving Fuck to have Sis sleeping against his chest. Fuck shifted his weight from foot to foot, finding the situation he was in quite awkward. He didn't like the way this was making him feel. It made his gut feel ill beyond compare as his spider-like hands grew clammy with fear and embarrassment.
He was not a post to lean against.
Fuck promptly dropped her to the dirty ground with a look of shear boredom plastered on his face. Sis landed roughly on the tiled flooring, but didn't stir from her sleep. Fuck perched a thin black eyebrow at this, watching the girl sleep peacefully below his feet. She almost looked dead to Fuck, her pale skin illuminating from the lighting in the store. Fuck felt the corner of his lip pull up slightly at the thought, his spine tingling in delight at the idea of pinning her against a wall, a knife pressed against her thin pale neck as tears clouded her deep blue horror stricken eyes as she pleaded for him to st-
"You're espresso, Sir."
Fuck's eyes snapped up from Sis's sleeping form to see the woman back with a small cup of espresso in her right hand, making his day dream stop abruptly. His hands were clammy, breathing somewhat labored, crimson eyes having a little spark of malice in them as a shiver ran down his neck and traveling down his spine, causing him to clinch his fist tightly to stop himself from shivering. Fuck cursed under his breath at this.
He thought he had this problem under control after what happened the last time he gave in. The price of that mistake was great and practically put him back to square one.
Fuck frowned at the cup of coffee, anger rising in his veins as the woman smiled happily towards him and the sleeping girl.
"What the fuck are you so chipper about?" Fuck snapped, his needle like teeth glistening in the light, making the girl flinch. "And what the fuck-," he snatched the cup from the counter and shook it in front of the woman's face. "Is this!?"
"I-It's your espresso!" She answered, cowering down slightly as she saw the hew of Fuck's red eyes glowing from with under his black hood.
"NO! This is a little FUCKING cup of SHIT!" He yelled, throwing the cup to the ground. Everyone in the shop turned their eyes to the three as Fuck continued on his rant. "I wanted a LARGE!"
"B-But that will keep her up for days!" The woman whimpered, raising her hands up as to protect herself from getting hurt.
"Great," he laughed. "GET IT!"
The woman ran to the back, the entire shop staring at Fuck's back in worry. Mr. Eff grinded his teeth, his shoulders tensing as he felt everyone's eyes on him. Why did everything seem to go so wrong for him when he went out with Sis?
"Hey!" A large man with a stained white work shirt yelled at Fuck, standing from his spot at the corner of the coffee shop. He had large brown muttonchops and a double chin that must have been from all the doughnuts he ate. It was evident that this was a factor simply because there was an endless sea of doughnuts on his table that fell to the ground when his gut hit the table and made it shake. Fuck didn't turn around to face the man, only tried to ignore the fat man by staring in front of him.
"HEY YOU SKINNY LOOKIN' FAG! I'M TALKIN' TO YOU!"
A doughnut hit Fuck on the back of his head.
"WHAT'S WRONG PUSSY? AFRAID TO FACE A REAL MAN?"
Another doughnut hit Mr. Eff in the back of his head.
Fuck sighed deeply, lowering his head in defeat. He really wasn't in the mood for this. He wanted to do this at a museum somewhere so at least he could look at the art work as he did so. Plus, fat people weren't really a challenge. They're like sloths. At least the noise fat people make when dying is amusing in a way. The fat man continued to watch Mr. Eff carefully, doughnut in right hand as his green eyes widened slightly in shock.
In a flash, Fuck lunged at the fat man, drawing his knife from his boot as he scowled. With a single movement, Fuck stabbed the fat man in the head, his knife penetrating through his skull as his watermelon shaped head slammed against the glass window behind him. Fuck stood on the table with all the doughnuts, watching the fat man slowly slid down the glass and to the ground, blood staining the glass and dripping like wet paint. Fuck panted, his shoulders moving up and down as the others in the coffee shop found themselves too shocked to move or scream.
He turned to face them, his crimson eyes shining brightly as a wicked smile formed on his lips.
They screamed, some shoving others out of the way to get to the door to leave the coffee shop. From the outside of the coffee shop, blood was seen splattering onto the windows, peoples' screams were heard along with pleads, and victims of the shameless act slammed against the glass window and slowly slid down. Citizens that walked past it found themselves stopping in pure horror at the sight before them, some even throwing up in disgust.
Fuck stood in the middle of the coffee shop, hands and clothing soaked with his victims' blood. The woman that was behind the counter getting Fuck's espresso stood in pure horror, the large cup shaking in her hands as she whimpered in fear. Fuck walked up to her, snatching the cup out of her hands and picking Sis's up shortly after. He paused. The feeling was slowly washing over him again. Fuck shook his head, growling lowly.
Mr. Eff glared at the coffee lady, causing her to go rigged.
"This is your entire fault," Fuck hissed, crimson eye growing brightly as he said this. "I hope you know that."
With that, Fuck left, yelling at Sis to wake up before he shoved her into traffic.
-...-
Dancing's Not My Thing:
Sis stood in the middle of the dance floor, the squares on the floor lighting up in a bright crimson as one to many bodies bumped against her. How she despised dance clubs and raves. It always made her skin crawl in disgust at the idea of people grinding against one another for pleasure. Her mood darkened greatly as she made eye contact with a group of three, one girl and two boys. They snickered and pointed in her direction as they danced with one another happily. Sis's eye twitched in annoyance. She couldn't recall why she allowed herself to enter such a vile place.
Her black backpack weighed heavily on her shoulders, as if reminding her that there was a simple way to get rid of the thorns that poke at her. Sis pushed this thought to the back of her head, cold blue eyes staying locked onto the group.
They would die soon enough.
The beat of the music rung in her ears as the people around her danced drunkenly, forgetting their troubles for the day. Sis smirked to herself as she grabbed her earphones that hung lazily from her backpack to listen to her own music, bobbing her head slightly as the song of her choice started. She did enjoy hearing her victims scream and plead for their lives, but the fast beating techno music was never her thing.
In both Sis's long black sleeves of her jacket she wore were machetes, pleading to cut into the skin of others that displeased her to taste their blood. The cold metal bit at her skin as her backpack beeped quietly. Sis swung her hips ever so slightly to the music, closing her eyes as she let the beat consume her and her mind.
The people around her all danced as the music played, lust filled eyes staring at their pray for the night to fulfill their dirty deeds. Sis raised her arms as her own music repeated its chorus, hands out stretched as her smile grew into an unsettling sneer. Her chestnut locks swayed freely with each movement like ocean waves as she slid the tip of the machetes out of her sleeves and glistened in the blinking crimson floor lights. With one swift movement of her arm, Sis swiped sideways with the machete in her left hand and cut through the arm of one of the dancers next to her.
They screamed in pain, gaining the attention of other as their blood flooded the dance floor. But all Sis could hear was the music beating in her ears as her eyes remand closed, her sneer growing wider and wider with each passing second. Her right arm dropped downwards, cutting the back of yet another man that was next to her. The man screamed in agony, his spine having been cut in the action, and fell to the floor that was slowly collecting the crimson fluid. Sis then spun in a circle, arms out stretched causing the machetes to cut into the guts, back, arms, sides, and hips of so many near her. Blood flew into the air and sprayed like a sprinkler on Sis and others around her.
Finally, the people around her noticed what was happening around them and screamed in horror at the act that was being displayed before them. Civilians dashed over to the exit to leave so that their lives could be spared. One man shoved many of the people out of the way along with his group that he had brought with him, his heart racing in fear as sweat collected onto his brow like so many around him. A sharp burning pain came between his jaw and his cheeks as a moist feeling ran down his neck and his chest.
A piano wire had sliced his head in half horizontally.
Others next to him had noticed this, but the people behind them shoved and pushed them into the piano wire, cutting into them and severing limbs and killing most. Sis dug into her oversized jacket pocket, pulling out to grenades from within them. Her music loudly played as her eyes remanded closed. She pulled the pins out, opening her eyes slightly as her hips still swayed to the beat of the music. She threw them towards the entrance of the club, the people too dense and worried to notice it.
Five
Four
Three
Two
One…
Her music stopped, the sounds of hundreds of worried peoples' screams entering her ears. She couldn't help but stare as her arms drop to her sides slowly. The red hew of the lights lit up her porcelain colored skin as her blue eyes showed no hint of emotion. Why did she choose to go to the club again? A sharp pain erupted from the back of her head, causing her to tumble to the ground and hit her chin on the flooring. Her head spun as the pain flooded within it, her sight growing hazy. The cold flooring against her warm face comforted her somewhat like lying on the bathroom flooring when ill.
Why did she leave tonight?
A foot pushed her over and then pressed down on her gut, causing her to flinch in pain as the weight of the pressure added on gradually. It hurt to breath; the taste of copper entered her mouth. She couldn't recall if she bit her tongue when she fell. Did she?
"Lil' cunt," A gruff voice yelled over the sound of the annoying techno music. "Did you think you would fuckin' get away with something like this?"
Sis wheezed as the pounding her in head continued. Did the techno music have this effect on other people? Or was it just because she banged her head on the flooring? She liked to believe it was the music. So shitty. Sis forced her eyes open to see a man with a balled head that looked similar to a basketball glaring down at her with rage filled brown eyes. She couldn't help but wonder if it hurt his mother to give birth to such a gargantuan headed being.
The man pushed down harder on her stomach, the air in her lunges vanishing as she kicked her feet around slightly. She felt like a bug about to be squashed, withering under a boot that had just stepped in dog shit. Was that what smelled? Probably. Something on the man smelled like shit…
"You look like my old girlfriend," he mumbled, making Sis frown and her gut ill. Why did he think this little bit of pointless bullshit was important to her? "She always complained about pointless shit. Like how much of an ass I was. She was just a huge bitch."
No, his head looked more like a lima bean!
Sis chuckled at this, her gut hurting worse at the small act.
The man frowned.
"What are you-,"
A building shook as rubble, blood, body parts, and bodies flew in the air and landed on the flooring, the force of the explosion sending the man flying back and making Sis's ears ring. Blood and dust landed on Sis, her head pounding like someone had slammed a hammer against the side of her head. The ringing in Sis's ears subsided, the music no longer painfully beating in her ears either. She forced herself up slowly, wheezing as she glanced around the club.
Blood, rubble, and body parts littered the club, the lights of the flooring having changed to a light blue without Sis knowing. Limbs hung from the lights above Sis, the light illuminating through the tissue like tissue paper as the blood dripped from them down upon Sis and the other that lived. Tables that were placed around the dance floor were toppled over, chairs as well. The liquor bottles lied broken on the floor behind the serving station, the glass glistening in the light. Sis stood slowly ready to leave, but slipped slightly on the blood. She caught herself before falling, throwing her arms out.
When doing so, her machetes shot out of her sleeves, stabbing one man in the stomach and the man that had punched her in the back of the head in the thigh. She stared at the two in shock, eyes somewhat wide seeing as how this was a complete freak mistake. Sis slipped her backpack off, then threw it to the man that had attack her. It landed on his crotch, making him flinch and moan in pain.
Sis glared at him.
"I hope you had a good run at life."
After this, she ran to the back exit and left the club, dashing down the street to get to her car as the orange hew of the explosion illuminated the night sky. When she got to her beat up red four door car, Fuck had just walked up to it as well, a worn out expression on his face that looked just like Sis's. They both looked at one another, forms covered in crimson blood from head to toe.
"How was to coffee shop?"
Fuck sighed deeply, opening the diver side door to get into the car as Sis did the same on her side.
"I'm taking the next club. I prefer fast beating music anyway."
"Then I get the next coffee shop. I prefer quiet places with a lot of hipsters I can kill. Fuckin' hate those pest."
And with that, they drove home.
This is by far is the longest chapter. This will be the last jumbled up chapter on this story. From here on it shall have...
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A PLOT LINE!
-GASP!?-
YES!
Well, somewhat of a plot line. We're getting there I tell ya! The next chapter is very important to the development of the story itself AND Sis as a character seeing as how it's going to uncover some of her, Idi, and Mr. Eff.
And what the hell was up with Mr. Eff when he was in the coffee shop? HMMMM!? Well, only I know so ha.
But I'd love to hear from you.
I get so lonely~
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And if you have any questions for any the characters I'll see what I can do~
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