Chapter ten: how fall the mighty
The moon was out. Though darkness invaded the outside, Cloud lay in wait from within the hotel. His drunk lover lay still in bed, passed out from the rohypnol Cloud had "administered" earlier. At the bar the blonde with red-streaks beauty had no idea what lay in store for him outside.
In the darkness, the still twilight of Wu-Tai, Barret awaited the departure of his ex-puta from the hotel. Cloud could not stay for too long in the hotel bar knocking back vodkas and sexually interacting with the hot locals, as surely his hit will soon be discovered. Blowing a kiss to some random fat moustached guy in bracers, Cloud grabbed his red leather jacket and ran out the door, making sure to grab his umbrella. It had been raining a lot recently.
As Cloud wended his way through the twisty path in his knee high slutty-boots towards the car park a noise suddenly came from behind him.
Barret was behind him, holding a spanner in his black, clenched fist. His teeth grit together in extreme anger, as he was apt to do in the past when he couldn't acquire a hit (in the heroin sense, not Cloud's new definition of the term). Cloud smiled through an ecstatic expression of the realisation of finalising their disagreements.
"So, you finally found me." Cloud giggled, reaching for his handbag. Barret raised the crowbar above his head and yelled.
"Don't even think about it babe!" he barked, pointing his head at her handbag. Cloud raised his hands, one still holding the umbrella. As Barret inched forward, the umbrella suddenly started spinning! The large black guy staggered back as Cloud lowered his umbrella and displayed the hypnotic pattern rendered on the spinnng umbrella. For Barret he couldn't look away, the movement of the shapes intertwining was intoxicating, and soon he had passed out once inhaling the knock-out gas the end of the umbrella stealthily pumped out.
Satisfied that Barret was unconscious, Cloud laughed a shrill noise then turned away, only to be faced with Aeris. The supposedly dead prostitute with whom he once fleetingly shared a rivalry. She obviously had not forgotten their little rivalry, juding from her deformed and furious expression. Barret and Cid had never told Cloud what they did to her, thus the blonde tart had assumed the best: simple murder.
Alas, Aeris had suffered a fate worse than such as Cloud had imagined. For weeks she had been the gerbil for Hojo's experiments under the knife. She now had one eye, a larger smile granted to her by cutting her cheeks wider with a knife. Her teeth had been removed and replaced by larger, cuter ones. Her one remaining eye focused on Cloud in extreme distress, darting from one of his eyes to the other rapidly. Her boob size had been increased also, yet an additional six boobs had been added to complement her new, legless figure. She moved about In a wheelchair designed especially for her mangled shell of a corpse, where she could manoeuvre by operating a joystick with her left trot. Her hand had been amputated too. She was also now a crack addict.
Cloud repulsed in horror and comedic tragedy at the new Aeris. Before she had been worth a blowjob or handjob at least, but now she was some paper bag job all right.
"ArGhhh!" Aeris belched, her vocal chords straggling out discordant chords of horror and rage. Hell itself radiated forth from the holes in her face from where her nose had been removed, the blistered wound carelessly cauterised with a cigarette.
Cloud did not wish to hang about, thus before Aeris could drug him with a spiked drink his umbrella spun rapidly. Quicker than before, enough to elevate him into the air. As he started to fly away Aeris screamed in agony and rage at her failure. Cloud, a sexy smile on his face as he held the umbrella in one hand and a lipstick in the other, flew away gracefully from danger as he redid his lippy. Seeing Aeris all horrific and mangled had at least restored his faith in his own foxiness.
"I think I shall have to give up on this business." Cloud thought to himself with excitement. "Its too risky, and my life is always in danger."
His reasoning was sound. Thus henceforth he went by a new alias:
"Zorr Maloliente is here to stay!" ex-Cloud shrieked with ecstatic glee, the aforementioned fat, moustached guy in the bar with bracers rolling about on top of him and gyrating violently his hips in movement with Zorra's ass.