Okay, announcement people. I am so sorry that it took me hella long to
post. I lost this whole story and was almost done with it.so I decided to
shorten it some. Now, I'm working on the plot, as you can tell, and I know
the writing isn't as great as I can do but I'm gonna go to bed right after
this...bottom line: the next one will be up quicker. I have a good idea
what's to come up. I know I don't deserve a reply but I'd like it. So
enough waiting, here it is. Oh, BTW.I'm looking for a beta reader. I'd like
it for anyone to apply for the job. E-mail me at
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Chapter 5
Max
I strolled on in as casually as can be and saw Normal taking all the papers at the old cabinet. Apparently it had been trashed sometime during the time I left to the time I got there.
"Normal, is that anyway to keep the filing system need and organized?"
"Laugh it up Missy, this'll be coming out of everyone's pay check."
Sever groans erupted up from behind me from my co-"workers".
"Normal, man, you can't do this." Sketchy said.
"I just did. Bip, bip, bip. Back to work." Normal said and continued to put all our files into a box.
"You gonna tell me what happened? I think we all deserve to know why we're being charged for a beat up old filing cabinet." I pointed out.
"Someone broke in last night and beat it open with.we don't know what."
"Looks like someone beat it open with their fists." I said pointing out the knuckle marks all over it.
"Probably someone on PCP..." Normal dismissed and continued to work on the files, "Get to work." He snapped after a second.
I rolled my eyes and went to my locker to talk to Original Cindy. This was going to be one hell of a day.
^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*
Sunset rolled around and the Cindy and I was hanging out at Crash, drinking a few beers and talking about the normal stuff we usually did. I was just about to explain one reason Normal was suck a man-bitch to us when a woman called out my named.
"Max Guevara?" I tensed up, not knowing a strange woman and having her call out your name like this was weird.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Can we talk, somewhere more private?" I found she had a British accent and her suite was very nice, clean, and crisp.
"Actually I'd like to stay here."
"Miss Guevara, I'd like it if you came with me. I really have some important matters to discuss with you."
"I don't even know you." I pointed out. Like that would make a difference, even if I did know who she was, I probably wouldn't go with her.
"Oh, please excuse me, my name is Emily Giles, I'm from the Watcher's Council."
What the hell was going on. First I meet this mysteriously hott British guy who seems to be crazy going on about Demons, and Slayers, and Watchers. Then he warns me about some "British wanker" might claim me to be the 'chosen one'. I wanted some answers. I would get them.
"Original Cindy, I suddenly want to go home. I'll see you there, okay?"
"Sure thing, Boo." She said and took a drink of beer.
Emily smiled thinking that she was getting her way. I don't think so bitch. The second I flew out the doors of Crash I was on my motorcycle and on my way to a not-so-familiar apartment building that had a certain blonde British guy living there.
When I got there I ran up the stairs and stopped in front of the right door. For a brief second I thought about knocking but, hey man, this guy started all this weird shit. Hell, he was probably the source of all this weird shit. So instead I did what if found fun to do; I kicked the door off it's hinges like it wasn't even attached to begin with.
"What ever happened to knocking, like a good little bike messenger?" he asked not taking his eyes off the TV. He was laying there in the dark, watching a old Soap Opera and eating Buffalo wings dipped in ketchup.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded. If he didn't give me answers I would make him give me answers.
Chapter 5
Max
I strolled on in as casually as can be and saw Normal taking all the papers at the old cabinet. Apparently it had been trashed sometime during the time I left to the time I got there.
"Normal, is that anyway to keep the filing system need and organized?"
"Laugh it up Missy, this'll be coming out of everyone's pay check."
Sever groans erupted up from behind me from my co-"workers".
"Normal, man, you can't do this." Sketchy said.
"I just did. Bip, bip, bip. Back to work." Normal said and continued to put all our files into a box.
"You gonna tell me what happened? I think we all deserve to know why we're being charged for a beat up old filing cabinet." I pointed out.
"Someone broke in last night and beat it open with.we don't know what."
"Looks like someone beat it open with their fists." I said pointing out the knuckle marks all over it.
"Probably someone on PCP..." Normal dismissed and continued to work on the files, "Get to work." He snapped after a second.
I rolled my eyes and went to my locker to talk to Original Cindy. This was going to be one hell of a day.
^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*
Sunset rolled around and the Cindy and I was hanging out at Crash, drinking a few beers and talking about the normal stuff we usually did. I was just about to explain one reason Normal was suck a man-bitch to us when a woman called out my named.
"Max Guevara?" I tensed up, not knowing a strange woman and having her call out your name like this was weird.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Can we talk, somewhere more private?" I found she had a British accent and her suite was very nice, clean, and crisp.
"Actually I'd like to stay here."
"Miss Guevara, I'd like it if you came with me. I really have some important matters to discuss with you."
"I don't even know you." I pointed out. Like that would make a difference, even if I did know who she was, I probably wouldn't go with her.
"Oh, please excuse me, my name is Emily Giles, I'm from the Watcher's Council."
What the hell was going on. First I meet this mysteriously hott British guy who seems to be crazy going on about Demons, and Slayers, and Watchers. Then he warns me about some "British wanker" might claim me to be the 'chosen one'. I wanted some answers. I would get them.
"Original Cindy, I suddenly want to go home. I'll see you there, okay?"
"Sure thing, Boo." She said and took a drink of beer.
Emily smiled thinking that she was getting her way. I don't think so bitch. The second I flew out the doors of Crash I was on my motorcycle and on my way to a not-so-familiar apartment building that had a certain blonde British guy living there.
When I got there I ran up the stairs and stopped in front of the right door. For a brief second I thought about knocking but, hey man, this guy started all this weird shit. Hell, he was probably the source of all this weird shit. So instead I did what if found fun to do; I kicked the door off it's hinges like it wasn't even attached to begin with.
"What ever happened to knocking, like a good little bike messenger?" he asked not taking his eyes off the TV. He was laying there in the dark, watching a old Soap Opera and eating Buffalo wings dipped in ketchup.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded. If he didn't give me answers I would make him give me answers.