Epilogue
Whoa…
Scariest head rush ever.
I stared blankly into the fridge, my arm extended to get a water bottle. I kept my eyes locked on the bright blinking light bulb of the fridge.
Huh. I bit my lower lip, and pulled out a water. I quickly unscrewed the cap, and took a few heavy swigs of the cold liquid, letting it travel down my throat. Ah, that was better.
Finally, I looked down at my attire, and I couldn't help but smile a little.
There was Izzy's leather jacket, and a new seraph blade hanging off my belt.
I looked around the garage, and then walked inside the house again, turning off the light behind me.
That left me to wandering the house alone in darkness.
I moved silently and stealthily, and when I did a silent tuck and roll I knew that what I had back there wasn't a head rush.
It was about two million times better.
I slowly crept down the basement stairs, gently unhooking my blade from my belt. I'd made it to the other door that led out to the backyard, and hid the sword stealthily next to the door behind a cardboard box.
When I straightened up, I smiled.
"Now that…" I said more to myself than anything else. "Is the shit right there."
.M.I.W.
And cut! Credits roll and play 'Tiffany Blews' by Fall Out Boy.
Well, that was fun wasn't it?