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Chapter 13- Trouble With Dead People.

Spread out in-front of me, with nothing in sight for miles, lay an icy tundra, with rivets on the surface, as if the planet was finger printed by a God. In the far distance I see a figure running across the ridges, covered in furs, and hair in dreadlocks. Before they got close enough for me to identify, I rolled over and fell off the bed.

"Damn it all to the fiery side of Crematoria and the darkest pits of T-2!" I was not a happy camper. 5 years of living in the slums of Helion Prime can do that to a person, especially a person with all my built up sexual tension.

Standing up from the floor, I made my way over to the window. The night sounds blanketed over me, but they didn't seem as calm as normal. A restless wind blew from all over, circling around and stirring up unease.

Over head a comet glowed ominously, as if signifying some sort of doom to come. I could feel change and death coming, probably within the next day or so.

I sighed and went back to my bed, maybe more than an hours worth of sleep would help. They would, just not how I expected them to.

I could feel his breath caress my neck as he nibbled my pulse point, Sending my heart into a frenzy, his hands touching my body all over. My breath hitched as he started sucking on my neck, while his hand cupped my breast. With a mind of their own my hands wandered down to cup his ass, and my what a glorious ass he had! It was as if the gods themselves sculpted this ass in their image.¹ His other hand traveled down my side to return the favor, and it sent a rush of heat through my system. With my height being somewhat of a challenge, I could feel HIM pressing against my stomach.

With the knowledge of me putting him in such a state, I had tinglies race all through out my veins, giving me shivers of delight and a moan of satisfaction. "I haven't even started yet and you're already a puddle of goo, didn't know I was that good," his rumbling voice purred.

As I opened my mouth to respond, he bit down hard on my neck, "MOTHER FUCKER!" I screamed as I quickly sat up in bed. In doing so I flung my cat across the room.

"You miserable excuse for a speck of life, I was this close, this close!" I yelled at the cat, not noticing the shadow in the doorway, what I did notice however, was the dagger flying towards my face. "H'oh Shit!"

Reacting as fast as I could, I picked up my pillow and flung it at the dagger, whilst tangling up in my sheets and falling off the bed…again. Worming my way under my bed, I freed my arms, reaching my Lime Green Bag of Tricks. I ended up pulling out a multitude of useless things including but not limited to:

Cards

Pebbles

A pop-tart

A windup alarm clock

Left Shoe

A candle stick (Which I immediately chucked at the guy. It landed with a solid thwack)

Next I pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, then followed a fishing pole, perfect. Rolling out² from under the bed I came up swinging the pole, which when it connected with his face he let loose with a roar of rage and pain. Surprisingly the hit stunned the guy long enough for me to get a look at him.

"Holy Sheebs, they sent a fucking mountain to kill me!" it was then that I noticed his armor. Shit, it's a fucking Necromonger! He pulled his gun on me and fired, but my cursed luck kicked in and I tripped…on the damn cat toy…in the middle of the room…dodging the plasma blast…yay me. Scrambling to my feet I quickly whipped the fishing pole around, striking the Necromonger in the eyes managing to daze him. I lunged at Mr. Grumpy and landed on his back, where I played his neck like a twig. After the guy fell on the floor I stomped on his head a couple of times, just to make sure he was completely dead, not just mostly dead.³

After finishing up with the monger, I heard yells and scream of the utmost terror, so I ran to my window to see what's going on. The comet had come and with it brought the Necromongers.

"Ah shit," I exclaimed after taking in the carnage. Retreating from the window I quickly scrambled all over my room to get dressed:

Baggy pants tied around my waist- Check

Sturdy boots and comfy socks- Check

Bra- Check

Durable shirt- Check

Dagger in each boot- Double check

Led pipe across back- Check.

After making sure everything was in place, I poked my bag to make it shift back into capsule mode for easier transport. Stepping back up to the window I climbed out and onto the ledge, which was 3 stories off the ground. Spotting a lone Necromonger in the thoroughfare I grinned and unsheathed one of my daggers 'Hello landing point.'

As quickly and quietly as I could I scuttled down the ledge for a better launching point, no use in wasting a perfect opportunity for a little fun. With a mental shout of banzai I pushed off the ledge, I curled my knees up to my chest, so that I wouldn't hurt myself when I landed on the dude. Reaching out with the dagger I slammed it into the back of his skull, snapping his neck forward, breaking it in the process. He went down like a whore on a john, my feet on his back from where I landed on him, rendered his spine as non functional.

I bent down and plucked my knife from his head and wiped it on his pants, then put it back into my boot. Rising up I looked down the way, pondering which way to go, when I see a familiar figure running my way with a Necro drop ship behind him.

End chapter

Serin Sykes

I don't try to outdo you...It just happens.

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² taking Optimus Primes advice I rolled out.

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