"Gahhh, what a dream!" Edie massaged her temples. She felt as if she got hit with an interstellar truck. Kicking her legs to edge of the bed, she gasped in agony. "Guess it wasn't just a dream." laughed Edie as her inner thighs blazed.
She pushed herself up and off her bed, to clothe herself in a flowing dress. Edie crawled up the stairs and limped to the kitchen. No one was in sight. She brewed coffee and awaited its completion. After pouring herself of a cup, she turned to see Jet perched on the kitchen door way.
"Jesus!" Edie, startled by his sudden appearance, jumped, spraying coffee all over the kitchen floor.
"Christ, Edie!" Jet cried, hunting for towels to soak the hot coffee. "You look like shit... Why are you wearing a dress?"
"Cause it's less constricting, if you must know Jet!" exclaimed Edie, bending gradually to wipe the floor. Jet could see Edie's wince as she dipped to the floor, but shrugged it off, thinking it was related to the poison.
"You move like an old person." butted in Spike as he rambled into the kitchen and to the fridge.
Edie quickly absorbed the coffee with a nearby towel and flung it towards Spike. He cussed and continued rummaging through the fridge. Edie struggled up and sat herself at the table with a new a cup of joe. Spike tossed an apple in the air and took a huge chunk of it in his mouth.
"You look like shit." muffled Spike with a mouthful of apple.
"So do you." sassed back Edie, taking a sip of her coffee.
Spike sniggered and left the kitchen. She was right, of course. She not only looked a mess, he, too, resembled a frenzy. His suit appeared in disarray and his collars clung even higher up his neck than usual. Edie smiled at her coffee. Her body, as well, could tell quite the story. Thankfully, he left no marks to her neck, but her chest (which her dress hid) was decorated in colors of shades of reddish-purple. Not to mention, her body being sore as hell.
"I think it's safe to say, we all look like shit." added Jet as he drank out of his mug.
...Venus
"What do you mean the operative is dead?" Felix's head pulsated as his subordinate scrambled for the right words to say. Roland's cause of death intrigued Felix. Two shotgun shells. One to the head.
Quite gruesome, if I do say so myself, Eddy. Felix puffed his cigar and he reminisced of his young life with Eddy. 16 year-old Eddy, weak, fragile and afraid. At first, Felix fell in love with her innocence. She was a small bird with a broken wing in his hand. And once her wing mended, she didn't want to fly away from him. This was all before the establishment of La Puerta De La Muerte. With her he did start it, though. Along with John and Ramon. They were just a group of delinquents, the four of them. But they wished for better. They didn't want to live forever in the ruins of Earth. They wanted to make their mark on that dying world. They grew restless, tired of getting dirt kicked in their faces and being called worthless. 19 year-old Felix promised Eddy, promised her he would take her away from that. Promised he'd take care of her. Felix sighed heavy.
Time changes things, Eddy.
Two years later, La Puerta was formed and Felix no longer had the time to romanticize the future. He grew cold and remote. He succeeded in molding Eddy into a deadly killing machine and she killed for him. He succeeded in that area, too. Eddy devoted herself to him. She deeply loved him, giving everything that she could to him. And Felix took it, robbing her blind. He supposed deep down inside him, he, too, loved her. If he really sat around to ponder it, he'd admit he did. But when it came down to choosing between her or La Puerta, he didn't second think his decision. La Puerta was his. His ideas founded it. There was no way in hell he was going to drop it for some woman. Women were a dime a dozen, but La Puerta... that was his one ticket out. Yet, how his new fiancée contrasted that of Eddy. Carmen would, no doubt, leave him without hesitation for the next bigger, better thing. Eddy wouldn't have traded him for the all the money in the world. Eddy was a different type of beautiful than Carmen. Carmen was stunning in appearance, the figure and face that any man dreamed of. Most of Eddy's beauty laid deep within her. She was, without a doubt, pretty but most men deemed her plain. Eddy made herself plain to them but not to Felix. She adorned herself in the most attractive gowns and jewelry just to nab a bit of his attention. And all for what? For the ultimate betrayal? Felix pounded his fist against his desk.
She could've still been here. Ruling at his right hand. But, he knew the reality. He lost her, and he did not lose her to death but lost her to another life. Maybe lost her to another person. The thought infuriated him.
"She's mine." Felix hurled his bottle full of brandy to the wall and it shattered into a thousand of pieces.
