Afew minutes later I found myself over thirty miles from my home. I'm
not exactly sure how it happened. One minute I saw Zach working out at the
local gym (which had now been abandoned) the next…I found myself there…very
odd….I was getting used to strange and unusual things though…
Sitting on the rooftop watching through the skylight, he seemed almost completely obsessed with weight. Don't you just love guys like that?
I must have been there for three hours and he never stopped! When he did though…I made my move. Climbing through the skylight and dropping silently to the ground, I found him in the bathroom relieving himself. I kicked the door open and leaned on the frame. Zach jumped a mile. I couldn't help but grin and laugh. Even the crow that brought me there seemed to find the situation funny.
"Who the fuck are you?!" He demanded as he turned around, not bothering to put….himself…away. I looked down and grinned slightly. He smiled, thinking I was hitting on him or something.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Is that all there is?" I laughed. He frowned and put it away, glaring at me.
"What's your problem, bitch!?" he spat out.
"My problem?" I growled, suddenly looking dangerously angered. "My problem is you, Zach. You killed me a year ago! Here I was thinking it took a man with big balls to kill a girl and her foster-mom unarmed for no reason! You're serioulsly lacking those." He pulled a gun and shot me in the throat. I fell back…only for effect. Leaning on the wall, I pretended to choke, gag and even die. He walked over to me, looking me over. My crow, Soul, flew to the urinal window, tapping on it noisily. He turned. When he looked back, I was already gone, ready for phaze two. He didn't see me heal and I really wished I had. I wanted to scare the piss out of him even more. He walked back to the weight room, looking around cautiously. I was up on top of a basketball hoop, laughing hysterically.
"You don't get it, Zach!! You seriously don't! Haven't you ever heard the phrase Paybacks a Bitch?!" I demanded as I dropped down on him, smashing him over the head with a 50 pound weight, seeming to weight a feather in my own hands. He went down, moaning and twitching slightly. I grabbed his gun wrapped my bare hand around his neck. I gave him a brief flash of him shooting Maggie in the temple. He groaned, recognition registering in his slowly dimming eyes. "Say hello to Maggie for me, won't you love?" I asked, shooting that final death blow to his temple. I stood and sighed. Soul flew in and sat on his body, stretching her wings out wide. There were yards of black jump rope lying around and, feeling creative, I began to put a sort of calling card on the ground around Zach. A large black crow formed around his body and when I was finished I left, heading out the door as sirens grew louder in the distance.
Now, how come I didn't hear them when I was dying?
Sitting on the rooftop watching through the skylight, he seemed almost completely obsessed with weight. Don't you just love guys like that?
I must have been there for three hours and he never stopped! When he did though…I made my move. Climbing through the skylight and dropping silently to the ground, I found him in the bathroom relieving himself. I kicked the door open and leaned on the frame. Zach jumped a mile. I couldn't help but grin and laugh. Even the crow that brought me there seemed to find the situation funny.
"Who the fuck are you?!" He demanded as he turned around, not bothering to put….himself…away. I looked down and grinned slightly. He smiled, thinking I was hitting on him or something.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Is that all there is?" I laughed. He frowned and put it away, glaring at me.
"What's your problem, bitch!?" he spat out.
"My problem?" I growled, suddenly looking dangerously angered. "My problem is you, Zach. You killed me a year ago! Here I was thinking it took a man with big balls to kill a girl and her foster-mom unarmed for no reason! You're serioulsly lacking those." He pulled a gun and shot me in the throat. I fell back…only for effect. Leaning on the wall, I pretended to choke, gag and even die. He walked over to me, looking me over. My crow, Soul, flew to the urinal window, tapping on it noisily. He turned. When he looked back, I was already gone, ready for phaze two. He didn't see me heal and I really wished I had. I wanted to scare the piss out of him even more. He walked back to the weight room, looking around cautiously. I was up on top of a basketball hoop, laughing hysterically.
"You don't get it, Zach!! You seriously don't! Haven't you ever heard the phrase Paybacks a Bitch?!" I demanded as I dropped down on him, smashing him over the head with a 50 pound weight, seeming to weight a feather in my own hands. He went down, moaning and twitching slightly. I grabbed his gun wrapped my bare hand around his neck. I gave him a brief flash of him shooting Maggie in the temple. He groaned, recognition registering in his slowly dimming eyes. "Say hello to Maggie for me, won't you love?" I asked, shooting that final death blow to his temple. I stood and sighed. Soul flew in and sat on his body, stretching her wings out wide. There were yards of black jump rope lying around and, feeling creative, I began to put a sort of calling card on the ground around Zach. A large black crow formed around his body and when I was finished I left, heading out the door as sirens grew louder in the distance.
Now, how come I didn't hear them when I was dying?