this is the last chapter, but hey, if you want me to go on with it, i will. but that's only if you like.
Disclaimer: yeah I forgot in the last chapter, don't own…but if I did…Steve would be sorry for being so hot hahahaha!
Steve and Ling crashed through the restaurant doors and glanced around. They saw no sign of Flyer; they could not miss her even if they tried.
"Should we split up?" asked Ling.
Steve thought for a moment and decided "I think we should stick together"
Ling nodded and followed him down the street.
After walking for a couple of minutes they spotted a familiar Brazilian woman. Ling brightened and waved to the woman.
"Christie! Christie!" shouted Ling bouncing up and down.
Steve shot a glance at his watch again 10:21. He sighed; the migraine was back and relentless. They approached the woman Christie who embraced Ling in a friendly hug whilst juggling shopping bags.
"Let me help you with them" Exclaimed Ling taking bags from Christie then handing them to Steve.
"Excuse me, I didn't offer to help" he whined.
The two girls looked at him then began whispering and giggling like school girls.
One of them is remember he thought
Then added I wanna go home, I will kill Flyer!
He bumped into Ling and Christie, who were looking at him quizzically
"I said that out loud didn't i?" he asked sheepishly. They nodded, he nodded.
"Who's Flyer?" asked Christie.
Ling glanced at Steve, who rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the windows of the shops they were passing. Ling proceeded in telling Christie their run in with the Doubt Wallow Escapee.
"That's tough" Christie told them.
"I know" Steve told her tonelessly.
"Oh, my car is just up the road, we'll hop in and look for her, how does that sound?" Christie asked smiling.
Steve groaned in relief, Ling hugged Christie in thanks.
They were sitting in Christie's purple car (thought pending) Steve glared intently around
That stupid Crazy Wench is dead! I swear he thought angrily.
"Can we stop to drop my bags off first guys?" Christie asked, the wind whipping her hair behind her.
"That's fine!" Ling smiled.
They arrived at Christie's house which was quite large and white, with a pool glistening in the back, very pretty. The inside wasn't as pretty, clothes littered the floor, and an old pizza box lay on the coffee table in front of the tellie. Steve flopped down on the couch, resting his tired feet and aching back
"How old is this pizza?" he called as the girls walked in to the kitchen
"Er…" Christie popped her head out and thought for a moment "I think… two days"
"Phht, good enough, I'm starving" Steve stated picking up a piece and shovelling it down greedily. His stomach growled in thanks. Steve moaned slightly in happiness
He noticed Christie staring at him in disgust
"It's surprisingly good" he stated and took another piece.
Ten minutes later at 11:29 they set off again. Steve's stomach felt upset and restless.
"Guys that Pizza isn't agreeing with me" he groaned clutching his stomach.
"Throw up in my car and you're dead" hissed Christie glaring at him in the rear view mirror in much the same way Steve had glared at Flyer.
I wonder where that little whore is Steve wondered silently. He hiccuped slightly. Oh no he shouted in his mind as that familiar hot and cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his stomach felt slippery. He burped slightly. Christie eyed him suspiciously. Steve stifled another burp and hid his face.
He held it down until the arrived at a gas station. He scrambled into the bathroom with a broken lock; he had time to glance around. It stunk of urine, crap and semen. He shuddered. The mirror was dirty and cracked; the sink was brown with grime and chipped. The toilet was once, in years long past, white, but now was the same grimy brown as the sink; he looked hesitantly at the toilet before biting his tongue and kneeling before it. He commenced his vomiting. It was helped along by the horrendous smell of urine wafting from the toilet.
Finally his vomiting subsided and he stood up. His head felt light, his stomach felt detached. He tasted the disgusting after taste of the vomit. He flushed the toilet, oddly surprised it actually worked.
"Stupid pizza, you win this time" Steve muttered wiping his mouth on his forearm. He was gazing into the dirty mirror when a prostitute looking woman stalked in, her hair was brown and streaked with red and grey, and her make up was piled on. She looked at him and said "hey hot stuff"
Steve looked at her through the mirror, an eyebrow arched. He started glancing around nervously. He felt the same alternately hot/cold sweat break out on his forehead.
Oh god I'm gonna puke again he thought as his stomach become slippery once again.
The prostitute walked up behind him and stood dangerously close. Steve leaned over the sink trying to stifle wretches and gags. He turned slowly, shuddering as the slippery feeling rose up to his throat. He would have said something but he was afraid he would puke again if he opened his mouth. The prostitute smiled revealing, what about three yellow jagged teeth. He felt her stinking breath on his face; it smelt of cigarettes, alcohol and semen. He cried out as she asked "wanna have a go, stud?"
He couldn't hold it down, he felt the burning in his throat, and before he could even react the disgusting puke was out of his mouth and splattered on the prostitute. When he was done he stared in wide eyed horror. The prostitute stared down at herself in wide eyed horror as yellow half liquid dripped on to the dirty floor. Steve wiped his mouth and said "er… I have to go…" he quickly scrambled out of the bathroom, and noticed a biker gang waiting outside the bathroom.
Shit, she's with them, must be he thought frantically. He bolted past them and jumped into Christies' car, the other two were already waiting.
"I bought you a drin-" started Ling
Steve interrupted " okay, I just puked on the biker gangs whore" he was panting as he looked out of the back window and saw the puke covered prostitute come out of the bathroom and point to the car. The biggest man that looked oddly familiar stared and sneered.
"Oh for the love of god, drive dammit!" he cried frantically.
Christie smashed her foot on to the gas and they flew from the gas station.
Steve sunk into his seat and began chuckling
"What's so damn funny" shouted Christie, still frightened.
"I just… puked… on a….whore" he said between laughs.
Ling began chuckling, Christie joined in after a while
"Nice move" Ling stated.
They drove on for a few minutes on the almost deserted road when twelve or so motorcycles shrouded the car.
"son of a bitch!" exclaimed Steve recognising the whore.
"oh my god!" squealed Ling.
Christie sat in the front breathing heavily. " oh crap, oh crap!" she repeated.
"Hey, is that Paul Phoenix?" Steve asked confused. He was riding a big red hog, the whore clung to his waist. His flat top didn't move at all even in the high winds.
That is the freakiest thing ever! Steve thought confused and a little frightened.
He was motioning for them to pull over.
"should i?" Christie asked in a panic.
" I think we should, it will just make it worse if we don't" Steve sighed.
Ling immediately brightened and exclaimed "they can't beat up girls!"
Christie smiled at Ling. Steve frowned
" dammit, could you act like a man so I don't get beaten… as much?" he asked
Christie pulled over and the bikers surrounded the small car.
Steve took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.
" er… hi… guys" he said warily.
Christie and Ling pulled themselves out of the car and stood clinging to each other.
He heard Ling yelp and saw one of the bikers, a huge hairy santa clause in leather stroke her hair. Ling slapped his hand away and clung to Christie tighter. Steve sighed and turned back to the man that looked like Paul.
"are you Paul Phoenix?" Steve asked. Paul nodded and laced an arm around the short fat woman.
"yes, I heard you chucked all over my lady here mate" Paul said in a slow drawl.
"well, look at me, I spilt tea on me… she could have just… knocked something all over her shirt that looks oddly like vomit!" Steve said desperately motioning to the dark stain on his pants.
Paul looked at him unimpressed. The woman growled and hit Steve over the head
" you fucking vomited on me you little… you little…" she trailed off.
Steve looked at her in shock, rubbing his cheek " well… I said sorry"
" that's exactly it, you didn't!" she shouted.
Steve coughed and recalled that he'd run off " oh yeah I guess I didn't."
"well, we are gonna have to take you back to the Pit, so we can deal with ya there!" Paul exclaimed angrily.
"um… paul, we didn't puke on your beautiful lady friend…" Christie choked slightly on her words. " so ah… do we have to go… because we shouldn't cause we didn't puke on her, it was Steve, not us… we didn't puke on her, it wasn't us-"
"Shut up!" Shouted Paul; cutting Christie off.
Steve glared at her "thanks; just abandon me!" he cried indignantly.
Christie shrugged meekly, Ling was trembling.
"you two are coming, we can find something for you to do whilst there" Santa Clause in Leather said smiling at Ling. Steve chuckled " ha, try and betray me…"
Ling began crying " I don't wanna be raped!"
They all were told to get back in the car, Christie was to drive, the bikers surrounded the car, in case they tried to veer off the track without permission.
"I am going to KILL you Steve, I swear I will!" Christie shouted at him.
Ling turned in her seat and socked him in the temple. " you're a dead man!" She growled.
"Ow! What was that for?" he asked, knowing exactly what it was for.
"for getting me raped by Santa Clause in Leather!" she snarled.
"hey, that's what I was calling him! What a coincidence ey?" he asked, forgetting their current situation.
That's all folks, I particularly like this chapter, I like vomit so yeah! I hope you enjoyed reading. Review please! See-yah for now