AnimeFreak/ GhnCreate An old Friend
Ch. 3
"I'll never understand master convicts." Despair muttered.
Flashback
Vegeta stood at the corner of St. Nick Street, which was completely empty. Except for the man with blue hair across the street.not a soul in the area moved, and the only sound was the two men breathing. The man was wearing a jacket over a black shirt, and had long baggy pants that Vegeta suspected would snag on stuff, and would be extra weight. They stared at each other, looking at more than just their eyes. A chill went up Vegeta's spine; it felt like he was staring right through his soul. Sirens became louder as the cop cars got close to St. Nick. Vegeta disappeared from sight, but so did the man.
Vegeta sat on the couch polishing a small gun, while Despair sat in the darkest corner working on some sort of remote. "Any news?" Vegeta broke the silence. Despair looked up. "Lottery winner is murdered." Despair threw a ripped newspaper in the middle of the floor. "How long till they find out it was us?" Vegeta grinned. Despair had ended out to be a performance murderer. He was a genius, and could out wit the FBI any day, but when he was caught, it was just a major fluke. "Uhh. to long." Despair stood up and stretched. "I hear that a new bank that is really famous has just opened not to long ago." "Okay." Vegeta walked to the bathroom. "Be right back." He took a few minutes then came out looking entirely different. His hair was laying flat on his head, if that was even his hair because it was a light brown now, he was wearing a white tank top with a jacket over it, and leather pants. A small chain hung from his pocket to his back pocket, and a cigarette was hanging out of his mouth, but it wasn't lit. "K amigo lets go." He said in a Spanish accent. Despair sniggered. "Now what the heck do you think you are doing?" He snorted. "Now that's obvious, isn't it?" He talked normally this time. "I'm only wanted in what? Three states now. I have to disguise myself sometimes." Vegeta smiled again. "Lets go amigo! Da marka is waiting fur us!" He ran out the door. "I'll never understand master convicts." Despair muttered. He walked out the door. He watched as Vegeta, quite energetically, jumped onto a motorcycle. "Now where did you get that?" "I come very supplied senorita. Did you es-pect me to ride a piñata donkey?!" He twisted the handle of the motorcycle and rode it up beside Despair. "You will be Lesla Damerta Cologie! Jump on Lesla!" Vegeta laughed. "Call me Solast Guya Nomere!" Despair grinned. "K Solast!" He swung a leg over the seat and held on. "Les go!"
Vegeta and Despair came into the shed laughing their heads off. "Well amigo. Les get sum sleep!" Despair said. They were both drunk. "K! Les my take my wig off!" He threw the wig to the ground then fell onto the torn couch. Despair did almost the same thing, but he hit the floor instead. "Goo' night senorita." They almost immediately fell asleep.
"I'll never understand master convicts." Despair muttered.
Flashback
Vegeta stood at the corner of St. Nick Street, which was completely empty. Except for the man with blue hair across the street.not a soul in the area moved, and the only sound was the two men breathing. The man was wearing a jacket over a black shirt, and had long baggy pants that Vegeta suspected would snag on stuff, and would be extra weight. They stared at each other, looking at more than just their eyes. A chill went up Vegeta's spine; it felt like he was staring right through his soul. Sirens became louder as the cop cars got close to St. Nick. Vegeta disappeared from sight, but so did the man.
Vegeta sat on the couch polishing a small gun, while Despair sat in the darkest corner working on some sort of remote. "Any news?" Vegeta broke the silence. Despair looked up. "Lottery winner is murdered." Despair threw a ripped newspaper in the middle of the floor. "How long till they find out it was us?" Vegeta grinned. Despair had ended out to be a performance murderer. He was a genius, and could out wit the FBI any day, but when he was caught, it was just a major fluke. "Uhh. to long." Despair stood up and stretched. "I hear that a new bank that is really famous has just opened not to long ago." "Okay." Vegeta walked to the bathroom. "Be right back." He took a few minutes then came out looking entirely different. His hair was laying flat on his head, if that was even his hair because it was a light brown now, he was wearing a white tank top with a jacket over it, and leather pants. A small chain hung from his pocket to his back pocket, and a cigarette was hanging out of his mouth, but it wasn't lit. "K amigo lets go." He said in a Spanish accent. Despair sniggered. "Now what the heck do you think you are doing?" He snorted. "Now that's obvious, isn't it?" He talked normally this time. "I'm only wanted in what? Three states now. I have to disguise myself sometimes." Vegeta smiled again. "Lets go amigo! Da marka is waiting fur us!" He ran out the door. "I'll never understand master convicts." Despair muttered. He walked out the door. He watched as Vegeta, quite energetically, jumped onto a motorcycle. "Now where did you get that?" "I come very supplied senorita. Did you es-pect me to ride a piñata donkey?!" He twisted the handle of the motorcycle and rode it up beside Despair. "You will be Lesla Damerta Cologie! Jump on Lesla!" Vegeta laughed. "Call me Solast Guya Nomere!" Despair grinned. "K Solast!" He swung a leg over the seat and held on. "Les go!"
Vegeta and Despair came into the shed laughing their heads off. "Well amigo. Les get sum sleep!" Despair said. They were both drunk. "K! Les my take my wig off!" He threw the wig to the ground then fell onto the torn couch. Despair did almost the same thing, but he hit the floor instead. "Goo' night senorita." They almost immediately fell asleep.