Author's note: A little fun fact, in just a short while this story has become my 11th most viewed story on fanfiction. Considering the amount of hits i have on a lot of my stories it's a pretty big accomplishment. The top 6 most viewed stories of mine are in the 5000 hits range, one has over 10 000, and my top most viewed story has over a million!!!!!! The fact that this story has managed to get it's amount of hits (1657) is quite phenomenal. Enjoy this chappie, and tell your friends to read. Maybe it could break into the top 10!!!!!
Freud left the penguin habitat with more on his mind then he would let Salina or anybody else know. When he was transporting the fox over to the bunker where the penguin lay crushed he couldn't wait to get rid or her. She was a pest whom he hated immensely, or so he thought.
He planned on walking far away from the city, he planned on travelling far away from the city so that he would never have to see the damnable place again. He had killed also everything on the planet with his bomb, and thus the world was his paradise.
He pictured in his mind the things he would do to the dead, oh the wonderful things!!!! freud imagined himself as he scraped the eyes of the dead out of their sockets and squished them together between the severed hands. Then when the eyes were completely liquified and sticking to the hands he would cut open the dead people. He would moisten the hands with the eye jelly with the blood from the humans. Once the soylent sandwich bread was moistened he would need a piece of meat to go along with it. So he would reach inside the dead person and cut out a piece of the delicious large intestine. He would put it between his moistened bread and chow down. What a feast, and what a pleasure.
But he had abandoned his pursuit of infinite pleasure in the sadistic things he would do for the dead because of the fox. He wasn't sure what he felt for her, he had never felt for anybody the way he felt for her. He had never once had a friend in his life, and even when he did they usually ended up dying. Salina was different from his other friends though.
Salina had persisted in getting through the shield that Freud had put up. He bottled his feelings inside, while Salina kept them out in the open. He enjoyed the pain of others while Salina found it repulsive. He was going to be 17 in a couple months, she was a mere 13 year old who turned fourteen in less than a month. They bickered constantly, they had nothing in common.
If they were so different, then why did Freud feel compelled to come back to be with her.
You won't get another chappie from me for a while, i'm going to a wedding this weekend. And this chapter has a sadistic part mainly because i wanted to show people who think their sadistic merely because they make a scene were somebody stabs a knife in someone elses guts how it's done. My friends call me a little over-the-top, but i don't mind. I take it as a compliment, the most successful people in the world are insane. Besides, it's not like i actually do anything of the sadistic sh*t that goes on in my mind.