Hi, guys! Here's the next chapter. I still can't believe this is getting so much attention. It's way better than what I expected. Well, everyone has their tastes. Please enjoy.

I stayed quiet at the kid's comment. Was I a psychopath? Probably. I mean, I did fail the fuckin' mental health evaluation. Too fuckin' hot headed my ass. Course, the standard military is a bunch of pussies compared to the organization that took me in. Paid under the table, could do whatever the fuck I wanted, shoot whoever I wanted and no one fuckin' cared. Hell, not even the government fucked with us. We were so high up on the damned latter the fuckin' president had to look up at us. Biological warfare, you see. Scary shit right there.

"So you are a psychopath!" Lucien exclaimed, "Then you can't have supper with us!"

I paused, "The fuck you mean I can't? Cream Puff said I could."

"Mama also said no psychopaths over for dinner." The lil' shit looked at me, suddenly getting in my way, "And if Mama said no psychopaths and you're a psychopath then you can rob us, kill us, and burn our house down. So you ain't having supper with us."

I stared at the kid, not sure if I should laugh or just boot him out of the way. Why the fuck would I kill someone that's giving free food? Free fucking food! To me! It's a fuckin' Christmas miracle! But it ain't Christmas….do they even have Christmas here?

"Listen, lil' niglet: why the fuck would I kill someone who's giving me-ME-of all the sorry fucks out here free fucking food? Fuck, I'd murder a mother fucker if it meant free food!"

"Psychopath!"

"Shut the fuck up before I knock every single one of your goddamn baby teeth out of yer mouth! Anyway…..where was I? Oh, yeah, I'm tired of eatin' moldy fuckin' bread and canned beans that have no fuckin' taste! Damn, how hard is it to get a single well cooked meal around here? I haven't eaten a proper meal in three years and you're takin' that fuckin' well earned opportunity away from me? That's cold, bro. Just cold." I shook my head, Lucien frowning.

"Well….Mama always said to treat others how you would want to be treated. Course, that made me get bullied."

I rolled my eyes, moving past the kid as his posture changed to one of guilt. I think, anyway. The kid had no backbone to begin with.

"Oh, you know what? I almost forgot something." I muttered, suddenly remembering as Lucien's eyes lit up in that fuckin' annoying way with kids.

"What?"

My tail suddenly flicked the kid on his snout, Lucien producing one of those yappy yelps a lil' lap dog makes when you kick the lil' fucker for biting your shin.

"Help! I'm getting attacked by a psycho!"

"Shut the hell up! You fuckin' deserved that!" I hissed.

"What did I do?!" Lucien whaled, shaking, "You hit me! Oh, I think I'm bleeding!"

My eye twitched a bit. This kid was fuckin' pissing me off, "So you stand up to me but not those fuckin' faggot assed kids? What the fuck is wrong with you? And quit yer bitchin', I didn't even hit ya that hard!"

"But it hurts! I'm telling Mama!" I grimaced at the high pitch of his voice, cursing as I very well may have blown my chances of getting free food. Fuck no! I wasn't letting some kid ruin my chances of a hot meal!

I narrowed my eyes, lowering to his level, "Listen, kid, if you do anything to ruin my chances of getting food-and not only food, but free fuckin' food-I swear on my mama's tombstone that I will kick you so fuckin' hard in your lil' kiddie testicals that your ball-fuckin'-sack will be fused with your fuckin' pelvis! So what's it gonna be, sunshine? You either get down, or I lay you the fuck down." I asked, Lucien's eyes more white than anything. It looked like he was gonna cry too. Good.

"...I can call the guards on you and you'll get arrested for threatening a minor. And child endangerment."

I froze slightly, realizing the lil' shit did have a point…..but then again….how bad could jail be?

"And just why would they believe a lil' shit like you?" I asked, smirking slightly as I saw Lucien calm some.

"Uhhh...cause you're obviously a psychopath?"

"Shut the fuck up about me being a psychopath!" I hissed, feeling my blood boil in rage as Lucien winced, then gave a look like I was fuckin' stupid.

"You're the one threatening me over food! What does that say about you?"

"That I'm fuckin' hungry, you lil' piece of shit! Take me back to your damned house so I can stuff my fuckin' face." I demanded, though Lucien didn't fuckin' move an inch.

"So? I'm still tellin' Mama about you hitting me."

"Yeah? Keep it up and you'll have no fuckin' equipment to make lil' bastards."

"And you'll go to jail." Lucien stated, my blood pressure increasing in my annoyance. I just wanted food! Was that too much to fuckin' ask?

"Is the food at least good in jail?" I asked, considering strangling this kid if he kept it up. Really, jail meant free fuckin' food everyday. Christmas everyday!

"I'm eight! How would I know?!" Lucien asked, mouth agape before shaking his head, "But…..there is a way you can make this go away."

"Do I gotta kill some fucker? Last time I had to hide a body I just propped him up and put a pair of sunglasses on him. No one know the fuckin' difference. He stayed there until he started to smell. Dumb asses." I remembered the incident. Good times. Mostly.

"Uhhh…..no. I was thinking of bringing you into school for parent's day!" The kid had a smile that looked like it would split his fuckin' face in half. No. That did not sit well with me.

"What? Hell no, kid. No fuckin' way."

"Huh? But why?" I saw his smile fall to a frown.

I rolled my eyes slightly, clicking my tongue, "What part of 'I hate fuckin' snot nosed lil' bastards.' do you not understand?"

"But you're talking to me! And Mama can't come that day…."

"No. Not my damn problem, kid." I replied, waiting for him to lead me back to whereever the hell he lived so I could eat.

"Then I'll tell Mama!"

I groaned. I just wanted food! How hard was that?

"Fine….fuckin' fine, ya lil' bastard." I groaned, Lucien bouncing around, wings flapping.

"Yay! You will be AWESOME!"

"Ya? How about you lead me to your house so I can eat for once?" I suggested, Lucien bounding off ahead of me, a faggoty skip to his stride.

The smell of food made my mouth water as I practically barged through the door.

"Ohhhh, sweet baby Jesus! It's fuckin' Christmas, baby! Yeah!" I cheered upon seeing all the fuckin' food you could possibly want seemingly on one tiny table. Sure, I had no idea what half the stuff was, but I sure as hell was gonna try it.

"I thought you would come back. I see you found my boy." Talana replied, covering in flour and several ingredients from cooking I guess. Hell, I was lucky if I could put something in the microwave and it didn't catch on fire.

"Daaaamn. You make all this yourself, Cream Puff?" I asked, Lucien eagerly running inside and beginning to eat.

"Of course. I like to bake things. This house is connected to a bakery that I work out of. And own, obviously." She smiled slightly, as if prideful of the dump. Still, I would be prideful of the food.

"How was your day, Lucien?" Talana asked, Lucien looking up, snout covered with food.

"Good."

"Did you get bullied again?"

"...Yes, Mama." Lucien replied, shamed as Cream Puff sighed, shaking her head.

"Don't worry, Cream Puff. I'll turn your daughter into a man."

"What?"

"Nothing." I replied, going towards the food-and after trying to figure out how to eat-just smashed my face into what I thought was potatoes and gravy and stuffed my fuckin' face. That, kids, is how champs eat. Ooh-rah, motherfucker. Ooh-rah.

"Damn….I wish Scott and Yuri were here. Those sorry fuckers." I commented, realizing this was the first time they weren't even with me. I wondered if they even knew I was dead?

"Are those your friends?" Talana asked, Lucien rising to the conversation.

"Joel doesn't have any friends 'cause he's a psychopath."

"Lucien, be nice!"

"Shut the fuck up, you lil' shit!...Either way, yes, they were my fuckin' friends. Now that I'm….I don't even know. They were good guys. Different, but good guys. Yuri was a huge fuckin' guy, like bigger than me. Had more muscle, but was smart too. He could always patch ya up. Now, I hate commies, but Yuri wasn't bad. Liked to joke around and had a knack with people. He could talk his way out of anything is he wanted to. Could be a real pussy, though. You'd think a bigger bastard like that would be all balls to the walls and shit, but he prefered to snipe and shit. He saved my ass quite a few times. He was a good man. A good fuckin' soldier. Too good, I think, like too good hearted. He felt bad for a lot of shit we did. Felt bad about who we killed. And me and Scott-we didn't give two shits. You had to do what you had to do. Scott was one shady motherfucker, always jumpy and a bit panicky. He was a lil' bastard, but knew a hell a lot about engineering and could use a knife to slash just 'bout any fucker up. He would always steal. I guess he's somethin' called a kleptomaniac. I guess they steal shit. He would steal my fuckin' good cigarettes. He was all into himself too. Still, they were my friends, and my brothers. My only real friends, anyway. The rest can fuck off and die."

"Oh...I'm sorry for your friends. Do you think they're alive?" Talana asked, and I heard Lucien muttered somethin' about him being right about me not having any friends. Fucker.

"Probably not. But, hey, everyone fuckin' dies. Just...less are like me, I guess." I answered, focusing on my food. By this time, I decided to eat for all three of us-regardless if it was impossible. Make me feel better.

"Way to go, Cream Puff. Good fuckin' food even if I didn't know what half of it was."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it. Now you owe me twenty four coins." Talana replied, smiling, causing me to laugh, "I'm serious."

"What? I owe you nothing." I stated, confused. She looked at me as if it was simple.

"Oh, yes you do. You owe me twenty four coins for every profanity that spilled from your mouth."

"What? Bitch, I ain't givin' shit to you. I have no fuckin' money!"

"Then I propose that you start working here tomorrow. And that's twenty seven now."

"I ain't in debt to you for twenty fuckin' seven piece of shit coins that ain't even real gold!"

"Twenty nine!"

"You know what? Fine. I'll take yer stupid job position just so you can shut up, okay lady? Damn." I replied, walking away in annoyance.

"Thirty. And you can start by cleaning the dishes." Cream Puff spoke, knowing she had me by the balls.

I groaned, biting my tongue to prevent me from cursing, "Sure thing, boss lady."

All I wanted was fuckin' food. And now look where I am. In debt.

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