I awoke later in the day, and Scourge was no longer at my side. I got out the bed and wrapped myself in the blanket, since Scourge was no longer there to keep me warm the world seemed a lot colder. Going in to the kitchen I turned on as many lights as I could, due to the earlier events I refused to allow myself to be in the dark for longer than a minute. I went to the window and opened it as far as I could. But there was an odd sizzling sound in the back...it was so faint I thought I misheard it.
Shrugging it off as being over paranoid I walked to the fridge, where I got out some chili dogs wrapped in aluminum foil. Taking off the foil I stuffed the food in the microwave and set it to sensor heat. Not usually being the one to wait patiently I went outside for a run. The mid-day sun felt so good on my back that for a moment I just sat there and stretched. But a noise stopped me from my stretching. And it wasn't just any sound, no, it was a voice, one that I had grown accustomed to well. Scourge. I followed the sound not even paying close attention to what it was saying, just letting it draw me in. Like a moth to a flame.
"Ah...not too much….yeah just like that..." my eyes grew wide, as the conversation registered in my head. There were disgusting slurping noises and I tried not believe what my senses were screaming at me; 'turn around, don't look, run.' Rounding a tree, I saw a sight that stopped my heart from beating for but a moment. Scourge stood with his back to a tree, and there sitting on her knees was none other than Fiona. 'She was sucking him off! And he was letting her!' There was sweat breaking off of Scourges forehead while Fiona's face contained a look of concentration. "That's right bitch, take it all." Scourge moaned, I could practically hear the shatter of my heart as I backed away from the scene that lay before me. Turning around I sped away as quietly as a ghost. Only when knowing I was a good mile away did I accelerate, causing a sonic-boom.
I took a LONG run trying my best to let off steam. I was infuriated, and nothing could seem to ease the pain I had burning inside. The tears that stung my eyes were not induced from the speed, but from my own feelings overflowing. Spotting my house I ran inside, locked the door, closed the blinds I had so foolishly left open earlier, ran to my room and threw the covers over my head. Lucky for me they were washed and I could no longer smell the scent of someone unfaithful over the smell of detergent. Looking out of my window I hadn't even realized how late it had become.
Another thought popped into my head. "Oh, no!" I gasped. I had to get out of here and fast, and the kitchen is where I needed to be. I ran down the steps with speed only I could muster. Rounding the corner I saw my goal sitting on the counter. The thing that stood between me and certain death. I opened the microwave and pulled out my still semi-warm chilidogs. I heated them up for about 30seconds before digging in. I gobbled my way through the whole plate before placing it in the sink and walking into the living room.
"Ah, yep. Definitely a life or death situation there." I sighed and threw myself onto my couch. Flicking on my plasma T.V. I switched through the channels finding nothing of my particular interest. So I settled for a nature documentary about cheetahs which in itself reminded me of my own speed.
"The cheetah can run up to speeds three times of any man. When catching prey, it uses nothing but stealth and uses speed as a last resort." My eyelids grew heavy though a feeling of dread grew in my stomach. I could feel my consciousness slipping as my eyes began to draw closed, and tears I was not aware I was shedding falling down my cheeks. My eyes which refused to stay open, went droopy for a moment. But snapped open when a pair of arms snaked their way around my neck.
so sorry it took so long to update but here it is...I'm also gunna do one big update of ALL mah stories,so stay tuned