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It's Dip vs. Chip! Possibly my two favourite couples. I would have made them share Pip but Damien and Christophe aren't the sharing types.
Enjoy the story!
Dip vs. Chip
It was the big race. Both Christophe and Damien wanted to win. Some would have said it was for the glory. Others would have said it was for the money. But both knew what they were truly fighting for; the affections of the British blonde whom, as found out only just last year, had a thig for the fast and the furious.
And so this race ment far more to the god hating boys than it did to the rest of the competitors. Thus it was no surprise that on the final lap it was a sprint for first between the two with the other drivers lagging half a lap behind.
It was at this point that Damien realised that Christophe was a better driver. I mean, it did make sense, he is a mercenary. So Damien did something his father had forbid him from doing. He used his demonic powers.
Flames engulfed Christophe's engine. This was of great joy to the crowd who cheered in appreciation. What they did not see though was the demons swirling around the flame. Christophe had figured that this may happen. He was aware that the anti-Christ was banned from using his powers, he had called him a pussy for it just the other day, but knew the noirette was not known for sticking to the rules.
And so he came prepared. He pulled the specially built gun from its place in the glove box. In it was loaded an item that had taken him months to find. One of the seven daggers of Megiddo. Pip was worth the effort of tracking down this sacred item.
Pip was worth killing for.
He took aim. To the average citizen this would have been quite a task, steering a speeding car, ignoring the flames at the engine and shooting someone, but Christophe was a mercenary for a reason.
Damien was about to cast a smug grin at the other when he saw the dagger gliding through the air. His last sight had been the dagger suspended just before his eyes and the smug grin of the Frenchman before his mortal body was destroyed forever.
Christophe continued on to win the race, showing little emotion over the death of his rival, and collected his prize; not the money and not the cup but the petite blonde at his side, who's eyes sparkled like diamonds in their adoration of Christophe and who's lips were his alone to claim.
And as he looked at the ground, the general direction of hell, he could not help but think what Damien would say.
"Pip was worth dying for"
Naw poor Damien. I didn't really want to kill him.
Next up is Bunny vs. Cutters. It's written so should be posted within the next few days.
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