OKAY. I KNOW I HAVE BEEN GONE OFR LIKE 6 MONTHS. BUT I HAD KINDA GIVEN UP ON THIS FAN FIC WRITING THING, BUT I LOOKED BACK AT IT A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO, AND I WAS LIKE, "U KNOW WHAT, JUST KEEP GOING. I MIGHT TURN OUT AWESOME." SO HERE YA GO. CHAPTER 4
Chapter 4 - Meeting Jon's friends
The next few days were pitch black. I couldn't see anything, hear anything, smell anything, or touch anything. But I could feel. I could feel the soaring pain from my legs. I had done this so many times that I knew what I had done. The serum. The serum was something that Lucian and Valentine had created, when they were still friends in high school. It's an aqueous liquid that has some kind of chemical that heal all of my wounds in the time of a day or two. But there is a catch. The quicker it heals, the more pain I feel. As if someone is stabbing me with a blazing hot pitch fork. But the amount of pain I felt was diminishing, meaning that I would be done soon.
TIME LAPSE TO 5'O'CLOCK IN THE EVENING
I have finally been able to wake up. I checked my legs and my previous wounds, and viola, there was not a single like a miracle. I could hear a conversation happening downstairs, but I wasn't bothered to listen to it just yet. I put on some sport shorts and a crop top, (that I had found in a HUGGGEEEE walk in closet), found an iPod, turned on some music and headed downstairs for a quick jog to make sure my muscles were working. Just as I was about to leave, I remembered. My Pistol. I never left without it. I tuck it into my skirts and started my way down towards the main door.
I looked around for a while, and saw that the conversation was coming from the living room, which was just where the door was. Dammit. I could leave without being seen. I walked as briskly as I could towards the door. I am sososososo close. Just a few more steps and I would be out of here. But then I hear it. A stupid wolf whistle. I spin around, trying to identify who it came from. The room is completely filled with a group of sweaty, hormonal guys and girls, just coming back from school . I scan each and every one of their faces, until I find the culprit. Bingo.
I slowly walk up to him, slightly seductively, making his eyes grow wider,and I stand right in front of him. He is cute, but not cute enough. I purer, "U want a piece of this?" and I get a rewarding "mmmhhhmmm" from his mouth as he stares at my tits. What a pig. I hear Jonathan murmuring "U shouldn't have" from behind me, but it's too late. I grab him from his shirt collar and smash my fist into his face. I see the rewarding blood trickle down his nose. He just stares right back at me in shock. I throw him over the couch, and he lands straight on the edge of a counter, yelping in pain. I walk real close to him, and say, "never ever think of me as just another toy," and start to back away. As I am, I am rewarded with the shocked faces of about 15 other friends of John's.
I turn to face him, expecting him to be ashamed that he has a sister like me, but his expression is exactly the opposite. He stares at me for a minute, and then burst into a grin so big that it looks abnormal on his face. "Sebastian, get the fuck out of my house, and don't ever go near my sister again," he says. The pig boy, or Sebastian, collects his stuff and glares at me as he walks out the fort door. Jonathan hugs me for the slights second, before realising that I'm not used to it and he pulls himself away. "Let me introduce you to my friends…."