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Partially Covered : Chapter 3
Disclaimer in Chapter 1
I ran out of lyrics so I guess there's no more to interrupt the steady flow of the story. Sowwie :/ Hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to review when you're done reading ^-^.
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"Bitch."
The girl's eyes fluttered open. She was sprawled on the floor, her nose had been bleeding from the punch she had recieved from an angry Legato. But standing in her, now dimly lit, cell was the man who had started this whole thing. She narrowed her eyes at him. Her arm lifted herself up so her upper body was at an upward angle, she stared at Knives.
He squatted down, holding his hands in front of him. He blinked at her and for just a moment she thought she saw a spark of care in his eyes, but that couldn't be possible.
"Have fun getting knocked down by my minion?" Knives grinned.
The girl said nothing and just stared at him with hateful eyes.
"Well, as much as I hate talking to you disgusting vermon," he spat at her, hitting her in the hand, "I thought it was necessary to try and exchange information."
She looked down at the spit on her hand. She wiped it on the concrete and looked back at him.
"So, let's start this little chat, shall we?" Knives sat down on the concrete, crossing his legs.
"I'm not giving you the code." she glared at him.
He looked hurt, "Who said I wanted a code?" he asked, putting his hand on his chest.
"Maybe yelling "You stupid bitch give me the fucking code." might trigger your memory." she glared at him.
Knives swore under his breath. So much for befriending the scum and getting it out of her that way.
"Well forget everything I said, clean slate, ok?" Knives faked a smile.
Good thing this black-hearted monster wasn't good at faking smiles or the girl would've actually believed his sincerity.
"Never." she muttered.
"Oh, why not-... you know I don't even know your name." he said. He didn't really care about her name but whatever helped get him closer to that code he would do.
"You never asked for my name." she glared at him.
"Alright my name is Knives and you are..." he held out his hand, this politness was starting to get to him, his eye was beginning to twitch.
"Morgan." the girl didn't meet his hand.
Knives gave that insulted look again and took his hand back.
"Why don't we get to know each other a bit better, hm?" Knives grinned.
"You pervert! No fucking way!" Morgan growled.
The evil man blinked, he finally got what she meant.
"You think I'd be attracted to a disgusting... vile bitch? A human?" Knives asked, he laughed out loud.
Now it was Morgan's turn to look insulted.
"You didn't mean...?" Morgan said softly, her cheeks a bit flushed.
"God, no!" Knives gagged at the thought.
"Oh..." the girl looked down at the floor.
"I meant have a conversation, find out more about each other so that when you die I can have information for your obituary." Knives grinned again.
Morgan narrowed her eyes at him yet again and spat back at him. The saliva landed right on his calf. He stood up in disgust and walked over to her. His right eye grew strangely large and an evil grin sneaked onto his face. He pulled his leg back and kicked her in the stomach as hard as he could. She let out a scream of pain and began coughing up a small amount of blood.
"Let's see you try and do that again." he laughed and turned around. He walked out of the dark room.
Morgan began to cry again as blood dripped out of her mouth, tears fell out of her eyes.
"Crying won't get you anywhere, Morgan, it just makes the thought of you dying sweeter." Knives laughed and closed a heavy metal door.
The cell room went black.
Partially Covered : Chapter 3
Disclaimer in Chapter 1
I ran out of lyrics so I guess there's no more to interrupt the steady flow of the story. Sowwie :/ Hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to review when you're done reading ^-^.
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"Bitch."
The girl's eyes fluttered open. She was sprawled on the floor, her nose had been bleeding from the punch she had recieved from an angry Legato. But standing in her, now dimly lit, cell was the man who had started this whole thing. She narrowed her eyes at him. Her arm lifted herself up so her upper body was at an upward angle, she stared at Knives.
He squatted down, holding his hands in front of him. He blinked at her and for just a moment she thought she saw a spark of care in his eyes, but that couldn't be possible.
"Have fun getting knocked down by my minion?" Knives grinned.
The girl said nothing and just stared at him with hateful eyes.
"Well, as much as I hate talking to you disgusting vermon," he spat at her, hitting her in the hand, "I thought it was necessary to try and exchange information."
She looked down at the spit on her hand. She wiped it on the concrete and looked back at him.
"So, let's start this little chat, shall we?" Knives sat down on the concrete, crossing his legs.
"I'm not giving you the code." she glared at him.
He looked hurt, "Who said I wanted a code?" he asked, putting his hand on his chest.
"Maybe yelling "You stupid bitch give me the fucking code." might trigger your memory." she glared at him.
Knives swore under his breath. So much for befriending the scum and getting it out of her that way.
"Well forget everything I said, clean slate, ok?" Knives faked a smile.
Good thing this black-hearted monster wasn't good at faking smiles or the girl would've actually believed his sincerity.
"Never." she muttered.
"Oh, why not-... you know I don't even know your name." he said. He didn't really care about her name but whatever helped get him closer to that code he would do.
"You never asked for my name." she glared at him.
"Alright my name is Knives and you are..." he held out his hand, this politness was starting to get to him, his eye was beginning to twitch.
"Morgan." the girl didn't meet his hand.
Knives gave that insulted look again and took his hand back.
"Why don't we get to know each other a bit better, hm?" Knives grinned.
"You pervert! No fucking way!" Morgan growled.
The evil man blinked, he finally got what she meant.
"You think I'd be attracted to a disgusting... vile bitch? A human?" Knives asked, he laughed out loud.
Now it was Morgan's turn to look insulted.
"You didn't mean...?" Morgan said softly, her cheeks a bit flushed.
"God, no!" Knives gagged at the thought.
"Oh..." the girl looked down at the floor.
"I meant have a conversation, find out more about each other so that when you die I can have information for your obituary." Knives grinned again.
Morgan narrowed her eyes at him yet again and spat back at him. The saliva landed right on his calf. He stood up in disgust and walked over to her. His right eye grew strangely large and an evil grin sneaked onto his face. He pulled his leg back and kicked her in the stomach as hard as he could. She let out a scream of pain and began coughing up a small amount of blood.
"Let's see you try and do that again." he laughed and turned around. He walked out of the dark room.
Morgan began to cry again as blood dripped out of her mouth, tears fell out of her eyes.
"Crying won't get you anywhere, Morgan, it just makes the thought of you dying sweeter." Knives laughed and closed a heavy metal door.
The cell room went black.
