A/N: Hi guys, are you ready for the next chapter? Well here you go; this
one is dedicated to Turel's thoughts. Enjoy!
Chapter 5
"What...who...when...god I'm drunk," Turel mumbled to himself as he headed to the toilet. He spent about twenty minutes throwing up in there. "I swear, as long as I live I shall never drink again." He opened the fridge and peered inside. There was a twelve pack that was still untouched. "BEER, kick ass, I haven't had that in ages!" With that he gulped it down and before he knew it, his life was flashing before his eyes.
"You idiot, you're telling me that you killed a bunch of humans, took their blood, mixed it with gasoline, and starting lighting all your brethren on fire! How dumb can you get?" With that Kain took off his belt and began to whip Turel.
"Damn it dad, you got Dumah on the football team, but you couldn't kill a few more people for me?"
Kain was tired of coming up with stupid excuses, so he just told him the truth. "Turel, you suck get over it. There's no way you could ever play football, you're too small."
"What I lack in size I make up in annoyingness!"
"We all know that if you would have just eaten your Wheaties like I'd asked you might have had a chance of making the team. The box did say that it was the breakfast of champions you know."
Turel just sighed and rolled his eyes, "Dad, the only thing we've ever eaten in this place is raw meat dripping with blood. Not once have you ever offered us anything else!"
"Not once have you ever asked for anything else." With that Kain walked out of the room, leaving an eerily silent and confused Turel to think over what his father had just told him.
"The bartender downed the entire glass and looked at Turel as if he'd just seen a newly married interracial gay couple walking down the streets. "How the hell did you make something like that taste good!"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that, it's an old Turel family recipe." He smirked, it was just ordinary orange juice and toothpaste mixed together laced with a little LSD for that special flavor of course. And from then on bartending class became more 'blurry' to put it lightly.
Raziel stood over Turel's unconscious body poking him with a stick. "Get up you lazy bum, we have to get moving!"
Turel groaned and finally awoke from his slumber after being poked for two hours. "Why does my kidney hurt so much?"
"Never mind that," Raziel snapped, "Just get in the car and then you can drink yourself to death."
"Fine, just give me a moment to grab my giant beer hat and we can go." Turel got up and grabbed it before heading to the car. "Jackass," He mumbled to himself after getting stuck in-between Zephon and Rahab.
A/N: I hoped you liked it, and I hope you'll leave a review too. Writers always love to get feedback on their work. Until next time, enjoy your summer while it's still here.
Chapter 5
"What...who...when...god I'm drunk," Turel mumbled to himself as he headed to the toilet. He spent about twenty minutes throwing up in there. "I swear, as long as I live I shall never drink again." He opened the fridge and peered inside. There was a twelve pack that was still untouched. "BEER, kick ass, I haven't had that in ages!" With that he gulped it down and before he knew it, his life was flashing before his eyes.
"You idiot, you're telling me that you killed a bunch of humans, took their blood, mixed it with gasoline, and starting lighting all your brethren on fire! How dumb can you get?" With that Kain took off his belt and began to whip Turel.
"Damn it dad, you got Dumah on the football team, but you couldn't kill a few more people for me?"
Kain was tired of coming up with stupid excuses, so he just told him the truth. "Turel, you suck get over it. There's no way you could ever play football, you're too small."
"What I lack in size I make up in annoyingness!"
"We all know that if you would have just eaten your Wheaties like I'd asked you might have had a chance of making the team. The box did say that it was the breakfast of champions you know."
Turel just sighed and rolled his eyes, "Dad, the only thing we've ever eaten in this place is raw meat dripping with blood. Not once have you ever offered us anything else!"
"Not once have you ever asked for anything else." With that Kain walked out of the room, leaving an eerily silent and confused Turel to think over what his father had just told him.
"The bartender downed the entire glass and looked at Turel as if he'd just seen a newly married interracial gay couple walking down the streets. "How the hell did you make something like that taste good!"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that, it's an old Turel family recipe." He smirked, it was just ordinary orange juice and toothpaste mixed together laced with a little LSD for that special flavor of course. And from then on bartending class became more 'blurry' to put it lightly.
Raziel stood over Turel's unconscious body poking him with a stick. "Get up you lazy bum, we have to get moving!"
Turel groaned and finally awoke from his slumber after being poked for two hours. "Why does my kidney hurt so much?"
"Never mind that," Raziel snapped, "Just get in the car and then you can drink yourself to death."
"Fine, just give me a moment to grab my giant beer hat and we can go." Turel got up and grabbed it before heading to the car. "Jackass," He mumbled to himself after getting stuck in-between Zephon and Rahab.
A/N: I hoped you liked it, and I hope you'll leave a review too. Writers always love to get feedback on their work. Until next time, enjoy your summer while it's still here.