Chapter 4: Gunshots and stilettos
Hey guys, kinda choppin' and changin' as I go along here, but basically, this will be the last of the intro chapters, and then there will be an actual storyline (believe it or not). And I realise it must be like I'm writing to a lot of people when I'm not, but childish delusions help me to persevere
John looked on lovingly at the realtime deity that had saved his miserable little life the other day. Those long dark locks of purple hair, the thick, flirting eyelashes, and more curves than the average rolercoaster. But John Littlewood couldn't care less about these things, he loved, yes, that was the word loved her because he could see that under that cruel demeanour here was a heart of gold, and that was why his heart ached for her.
'My goddess' John thought to himself 'how many the words of love contained just beneath the surface are that if I were to let them loose the whole world would be swept away by there beauty'
He realised that the affore mentioned "Goddess" was now shouting something at him about lighting a fire somewhere, but instead of letting go of the flood of watery non-rhyming poetry, he responded with an 'Ok' with a break so big in the middle, you would swear you could hear it crack on it's own.
As he scurried to collect the Flint and whatnot from his comparative midden, he could feel Cirucci's glare boring into the back of his head, and did his utmost to contain a sigh of delight 'She's looking at me!' he thought in such a state of ecstasy that he forgot what he was going, but was reminded of his current task by a sharp SMACK to the back of the head, and he hastily fumbled to finish lighting this evenings fire, for cooking dinner and giving light to strip and clean the guns.
When the meager pile of timber roof support was finally lit, he settled down across from Cirucci and began to sort through today's scavenging loot. There were several things various tidbits of ammo, electronic gadgets that the battery could be used for the walkie-talkies and an old radio. John picked it up, wondering if it would work. He had been an accountant before... All this, and as such had not much knowledge of these sorts of things, but he tried the on button and got a burst of static for his efforts. Cirucci promptly snatched from his grasp and began tuning it. After a short period a voice came over the waves, it said
"Hello, this is V, I am at the manhattan bridge every day from 7am to 7pm. Do not attempt to reach me there unless it is broad daylight. I can provide a safe haven, and clean food and water. Vendetta out"
"Cirucci!" John cried. "There's another surivor!" but the only answer the doting little creep got was a mumbled
"So the crafty little bastard is still alive, eh? I thought as much. Well I guess I better pay him a little visit then, shan't I?"
Before John could inquire after the meaning of that little speech he was cut off by a curt "Load everything into the sidecar of the bike" she gave him a seductive smile from under her fringe, "Please, if it's not too much trouble" at this John melted inside and set off to do the object f his hearts bidding.
About an hour later, everything was loaded into the sidecar and secured with a tarpaulin, and then tied down.
"Hang on a minute," said John as Cirucci straddled the Ducatti, donning the White leathers and helmet "If the sidecar's full if stuff, where am I sitting, because that's only a one seated bike?" Cirucci dismounted the bike and walked slowly over to him and wispered huskily in his ear
"Well I suppose there's only one thing we can do, right?" John barely had time to register the cold metal pressed against his head before Cirucci withdrew and blew his brains all over the nearest flat surface. She then calmly walked ove and remounted the bike (also white) and riding off for Manhattan.
Bwaaah haaaah haaaah haaaah! I am evil, aren't I? Well that's it for the intro chapters, but I will still need to do the journey chapters before main storyline (which I'm kinda struggling with btw) so trololololo lololo lololo! But bye for now peepz
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