HELL YEAH BITCHES IT'S FINALLY GETTING TO THE GOOD SHIT. There's a lot of cursing in this, I wrote it when I was in a really bad mood. Still am in a bad mood...
Anyway, enjoy it.
Monster Xx
The memory of his lips stayed with me all night. I found it hard to sleep, when my jumper, slung across the back of my desk chair, was tinted slightly with the smell of his aftershave. After about three hours of being evaded by sleep, I threw the covers across the room and huffed downstairs.
But not before grabbing said deliciously scented jumper.
I flicked on the light in the kitchen, making a bee line for the fridge, obeying the angry growls from my stummy. Yeah. Stummy, a mix of stomach and tummy. I opened the fridge and let my eyes get a look of the situation. The fridge was bare.
Anything-I-can-find-in-the-kitchen-sandwich it is then.
After spending a good ten minutes stripping the kitchen to nudity, I was left with a strawberry and damson with melted cheddar and ready salted, prawn cocktail, salt and vinegar toastie with cheese and onion kettle chips on the side.
Jam toasted is not good, but all together; it was a fucking sexy sandwich.
After assembling my slap in the face to Gordon Ramsey sandwich, I sat at the table and booted up the ever faithful macbook, with every intention of wasting a few precious sleeping hours.
Once the beautiful ahhh signalled that the laptop was fully turned on (;D) I logged onto Facebook and checked my emails, as you do when you're eating a monster sandwich at obnoxious and ungodly hours.
Crystal Edgley: Oh mi g0 dim sooooo drnk aha epic night!
So drunk you can't spell your own status yet you can type in your password without error...
I scrolled through the news feed and checked through my notifications before logging out and went onto my email inbox, where an email from an unnamed sender sat, with an attachment. Curiously, I clicked on it.
A video popped up.
Cautiously, I pressed play...
"Hello? Is this thing on? Jesus, I'm a technological dinosaur, I swear... ahem. Hello! Valkyrie!" It was hard to make sense of the face that looked through the screen at me. Such a familiar face by now. "Okay, so, you're watching this now, and if I know you at all, you've probably just gotten home from school-" HA! "And you're doing your homework... but I thought you'd like to have a little, techy reunion with a friend..."
"I swear to God, have you never heard of a mop? My Jimmy Choos are getting shit on them. Clean your floor!"
China.
"Listen you insolent little git. Either you tell me where the fuck I am or I rip you a new one, ok?"
"Ooh, I can see why you're friends with Valkyrie, you're feisty."
Lake always was a cocky shit. He laughed into the camera and turned it round so I could see China tied to a wooden chair, blindfolded, in what looked like a really dingy, dirty, dark shit-hole basement.
"Now, of course, there's a reason that I'm contacting you. Your dear friend Lake, is gone, say hello to Ronnie!
Uh... What?
"The name Lake was a fake, but, uh... Sian remains Sian... She always was Sian; I always wanted to be called Lake..." Cue vacant expression.
"Hey shit head! Get to the fucking point, it smells here!"
"Oh shut up you whore. Anyway, as you can probably tell, your annoying as fuck friend China is here with me, only, she's becoming a real pain in my ass, so I want her gone sooner than planned."
"Thank fuck for that."
"Shut the hell up! You're ruining the affect I'm going for here!" He yelled, turning around to glare at China, who stuck her tongue out like a child.
"So anyway, here's the deal, I have your friend here, but I don't want her, as... appealing as her assets may be," He paused and gave a sleazy grin to the camera. *Le vom.* "So what I want, is you, alone, at the Crown Quarry tomorrow at noon, because hey, if you were in China's position, you know she'd do the same."
"No I wouldn't!" That was all I heard before the video cut off and I was left in silence.
I sat at the kitchen table, my monster sarny suddenly not sounding so appealing...
For about ten seconds, I gobbled that down before heading upstairs and launching myself into Tanith's room.
Bad idea.
"Oh holy shit put some Goddamn clothes on!" I screamed, spinning on my heel and covering my eye.
The agony...
"Oh my God, Val I'm so sorry..." Tanith giggled as I heard her rummaging for some form of clothing. Ghastly groaned.
"Oh enough of that!" I said to him, just imagining what they'd been doing earlier... again; *le vom.*
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around cautiously, and Tanith stood grinning sheepishly, in one of Ghastly's shirts and a pair of manly boxers.
"Whasup?" She asked.
"Uh, you need to see this. Get Ghastly up, and then get Skulduggery, I'll get Fletcher." When I mentioned his name, Tanith winked rather obviously, and nudged me. "Oh shut up."
"I didn't say anything!" She raised her hands and turned back to the bed.
I left them to dress and went across the hall to Fletcher's room; I knocked and waited a few seconds before entering... learning from a few minutes ago.
"Hellooooo?" I swatted at the wall for the light, when I hit it, the room lit up and was filled with the sound of an awakening, grumpy but very good looking young man.
"Turn it off." He grumbled into his pillow.
"Ok." I turned off the light and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark... And when they did...
"Ooft!"
" things to doooo!" I slapped my hands down on his back – his very topless and tanned back.
"No. I'm fucking asleep, leave me alone." He said... at least I think that's what he said. I was too busy singing.
"Because the drugs never work! They're gonna give you a smirk, 'cause they got methods of keeping you clean!"
"Please stop!"
"Oh, you don't like My Chemical Romance? Ok then... How about... Manage me, I'm a mess, turn a page I'm a book half unread, I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because, I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough."
"You wanna feel weightless?"
"As a matter of fact, I think I do."
"Alright then."
Hands that were once lying limply against the duvet suddenly sprang forward and pressed down on the mattress and pushed. Sending Fletcher up and me backwards with a squeal. Next thing I know is he's above me and all I can think is; He's fucking tickling me fuuuuuuuck!
"Why didn't you stop singing? Now I'm awake, I won't be able to sleep again, Spawn of Satan!"
"No... no no no no no no no NEEEERRRRRR stop!" Cue giggle tears. You know it's good when you've got giggle tears.
"I won't stop till you say sorry!" I never noticed before, but our darling Fletch has a crucifix on a leather chord around his neck, huh, the things you notice during intimate tickling...
"I'm never saying sorry!" Fletcher grabbed his pillow and covered my face with it, but lightly.
"How about now?"
"No!" Came my muffled reply. He chuckled and removed the pillow, and sat back on his heels.
"You're very stubborn, you know that?" He smiled.
"I've been told..."
A comfortable silence fell between us, and I'd completely forgotten why I'd woken him, it didn't matter, we were in our own little world. Eh, nothing lasts forever.
"Uh, Valkyrie?" My head turned at the sound of my name, turned to the doorway where Ghastly stood.
"Yes?"
"Aren't you going to show us what you woke us all for?"
"Ah, yes." I moved to stand from the bed.
"And there was me thinking you just wanted some Fletcher time." Fletcher winked.
"I can just get some Fletcher time later." I laughed as he stared at me with his mouth agape, and ran downstairs, my laughter subsiding when I realised, I wouldn't. I'll most probably be chilling with Lake... uh, Ronnie, in a dingy old basement tomorrow. Unless we're going to let China, a valuable contact be taken. And I may be gone for a good while, too.
OX~XO
My plan didn't go down well with the others.
Tanith was certain there was another way of going about it, and I'm sure there was, only we didn't have nearly enough time to find that other way.
Ghastly suggested we charge in there, guns blazing and just snatch China from their dirty mittens, but Ronnie didn't exactly give us an address and postcode to find them.
Skulduggery made it very clear he didn't want me going anywhere with a well placed punch to the wall.
And Fletcher, well... Fletcher didn't really say anything, just remained in his own little hair gelly world.
And there I stood, clutching his hand. Cold, wet, fricking terrified, and not alone. Eep. Every few minutes Fletcher would pop to the Quarry entry and look for oncoming cars, he never saw any, not until a rusty old Honda chugged through the gates. He popped back with a grave expression.
"They're coming now."
I nodded. He quickly wrapped me up in a big hug before kissing the top of my head.
"You'll be okay?"
"Aren't I always?"
"Don't answer my question with a question, please..."
"Well... I don't know if I'm going to be okay, but I won't go crazy, promise."
"God, you're making me feel so much better." He rested his forehead against mine.
"You'd better get going or they'll see you."
"I don't want you to go."
Boy can pull your heart strings, let me tell you, I very nearly told him to take me away, but then I remembered I was doing this for China, not like she'd do it for me. I'm too good for the people around me.
"I don't want to go either, but you need to."
"I don't care what they'll do to me."
"They won't do anything to you, they'll do shit to me."
He took that into consideration before nodding.
"Okay, but remember one thing?"
"Oh... Kay?"
He kissed my cheek before squeezing my hand.
"That."
Pop.
And I was alone.
The wind blew strong from the north, and I tightened Fletcher's hoodie around me. The Honda turned the corner. I watched it decrease in speed in silence until it was parked in from of me. The engine cut off.
"Ha! You actually came alone!" Ronnie said as he got out of the driver's seat. The door made a blood curdling squeal as the rust grated against the metal. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together before coming to stand in front of me. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun."
"Where's China?" I narrowed my eyes. He raised his hands in mock defeat and makes his way to the car, opens the boot and drags an unconscious, gagged, beaten and bloody China. "Let's hope you hold out longer than she does, she was no fun. Get in the car." He lay China on the ground and opened the back door. "Now."
I reluctantly took a final look behind me, took in the dismal rain, wind, dark skies, and got in the shitty Honda.
"Heeeey sexay..." sat in the back (now with me) was Bonnie. And she was looking at me as if I was something to eat. "How's it going? Been working out recently? Oh, okay you just stay quiet, keep your little secrets all for yourself, but," she shuffled closer, and leaned in so she was whispering in my ear, "Soon, I'll know everything about you. This is my gift from Ronnie... You."
"Oh shut up, Bonnie, little smurf. You'll know when it's playtime."
"Can I play with her first?"
"What do I get in return?"
"My undying love?"
"Yeah okay then."
The car was filled with the sound of Bonnie's giggles. She reached into her bag and bought out a bottle and rag, shook the bottle and poured the liquid onto the rag.
"Deep breaths now..." She held the rag over my mouth and nose, and it was only a few seconds before the Chloroform sent me under.
So... Shit's gone down. What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Wish I hadn't ended it there? Drop me a review and tell me, it's much appreciated, and Amy?
Reeeaaaal smooth ;) Tatty... 1000th tweet *Loveheart*
