Bree is very hot and bothered by Marcus FYI. Love you guys!
Bree had a thing for colors.
Okay, a thing for men wearing her favorite color.
Scratch that, a thing for Marcus wearing her favorite color. He looked totally mhmmm damn...but whatever.
Bree had demanded that he put on anything other than the tights he had on previously, and boy, were those tights tight. Now, Marcus was in the passenger seat in a purple V-neck with the word "M" scratched on the front in sharpie. Visually he was insanely hot-as in good looking, not as in on fire and dying.
Marcus looked the definition of handsome in his black leather jacket, dark jeans, and rebel boots with added spikes so Marcus could kick some butt. Bree couldn't help but admire how badass he looked as he looked out the window with a lollypop currently between his teeth.
But, Bree had to admit that she looked pretty awesome too, she had on a navy blue shirt-unfortunately she hasn't made up her superhero name yet-and a black leather jacket with a high-waisted black skirt (leggings underneath of course she's not that desperate) and a pair of sharp boots that obviously can kick just as much booty as Marcus can. She also had a lollypop between her teeth so HAH they were even.
"Marcus, who exactly are we going after? It's already 12 at night and we've been sitting in this car for almost thirty minutes staring at a stripper club." Bree broke the silence gracefully. Marcus pulled the lollypop out of his mouth and turned his head to look at her dramatically.
"Bra," Marcus started but was cut off.
"Don't call me that or I'll start calling you dickhead all the time." Bree snapped and then motioned for him to continue.
"Gosh I was going to say BREE, before you rudely interrupted me, well anyway we're going after a dude known as the 'Doll Maker.' Apparently he takes young girls with nice complexions, has his way with them, and then dips them in some weird porcelain stuff until they turn into doll-statue things. Then he sends them to a museum as a disgusting joke." Marcus shrugged, "Yeah, it's sick I know."
Marcus has been secretly entertained the last half hour because Bree's thoughts were like watching a funny porn movie. Not that Marcus would know that that looks like...anyways, he was sure not bored and he was certain she was not actually bored either with all those thoughts rushing through her head.
Okay, sure, it was mean for him to read her mind but Marcus honestly couldn't help it. It's hilarious hearing her comments about hot girls (which Marcus found it odd because Bree is a girl...) and hot guys (including himself) and how much she hates her brothers.
"So, Marcus, what exactly have we wasted the past thirty minutes for? It's twelve at night and school starts back up tomorrow...doofus." Bree crossly commented with her head held high as the sky (as always.)
"Wow, how creative Bree. You came up with a new nickname for me. Doofus, hm, how sweet. Anyway, as I explained earlier if you were paying any attention at all, we're looking for the Doll Maker. Basically, a guy dressed in the complete package of dark clothing, who looks suspicious, and gives off that rapist aura." Marcus continued quite calmly. Bree expected him to come up with a comeback or something BUT apparently he's actually taking this partnership seriously. Huh, weird.
"So what your really telling me is that the Doll Maker looks exactly like you." Bree smirked.
"Basically."
Bree punched his shoulder, but not playfully like in the girly girl-meets-hot-guy-then-they-have-sex movies. Her punch was hard. Swift. Smooth. Like in a James Bond/Iron Man/Super Man/Hulk movie all combined in one. Marcus found her attitude really hot even though it hurt like Satan had come up from hell and wacked him in the shoulder with his pitchfork.
"God, can you stop acting like your going to rape me for just this once! This is a mission, not a Wal-Mart shopping spree. There's a scary psychotic man with plaster waiting to turn girls into stone somewhere out here. There isn't any nutella for you young man, sorry to disappoint." Bree stated sarcastically.
Suddenly the lights to the stripper club flashed off, meaning that the club was closed. Bree looked at Marcus expectantly because he chose the mission, so he had to have a plan right? Apparently he did have a plan but NOT a very good one.
"Bree take off your clothes." Marcus demanded quickly and started looking around outside the stripper club hastily.
"WHAT? NO."
"Look you're the bait, okay. I didn't want to tell you the whole plan earlier because you wouldn't have gone through with it." Marcus admitted, faking looking sincere. Then he shoved a silver sequined body-con and stiletto heels in her face. "Put these on, and I won't look I swear." (Okay, Marcus may have crossed his fingers just now but he's still not as bad as the rapist currently lurking in the shadows.) "We don't have a lot of time. I know I should have told you the full plan but we were pretty much ignoring each other the whole time so just wing it."
"Just.. WING IT?" Bree shouted in his face angrily. She could get killed, or worse, raped by a psychomaniac. Well, at least she could sue someone when she dies, and Marcus would be the second to sue after the inevitable encounter with The Doll Maker guy. Bree ripped the clothes out of Marcus's hands and scrambled into the back seats to change. Damn them, Bree thought. Well actually damn the rapist more because he's a rapist who freaking deserves what he's going to get.
"Are you done?" Marcus asked ten seconds later.
"NO. SHUT UP."
"How about now?" Two seconds.
"NO. I WILL KILL YOU AND MURDER YOUR FAMILY IF YOU DONT SHUT UP."
"So, now?"
"You know I can see you looking at me through the mirror Marcus." Bree looked angry but tried (KEYWORD: TRIED) to stay positive.
"Heheh," Marcus rubbed the back of his neck.
"Whatever, I'll deal with you when I get back. In simpler words, kill you. But unfortunately, I have a mission to complete as you sit here and lounge in this pedo van." Bree adjusted the straps on her dress and grabbed the clutch out of Marcus's hand. Ugh, EW. She did NOT want to know where that hand has been. She was already planning the murder of that friggin boy as she stepped out of the van.
Marcus grabbed her arm.
"Look, all you are right now is bait. Don't try to stop him on your own. Lead him back to the van and we'll finish the rest together." Marcus said seriously as he looked into Bree's eyes, hoping for an understanding. Of course, Bree did not want to listen.
"I can handle him all by myself." Bree started to walk away again but Marcus grabbed her again.
"You don't understand Bree, he's going to be wearing a mask. That plaster or the chemicals he'll expose you to will make you pass out-" Marcus was cut off.
"I'm not a two year old. I have bionic powers." Bree jerked her hand away roughly and strutted away.
Marcus sighed in fear and lust for the girl, she was so hot but so annoying. Her bionic powers won't block the chemicals the Doll Maker will try and use on her. Damnit, and now he's to follow her into a dark alleyway. Yay me, thought Marcus, hmm, why are the pretty girls always the one's who experience near-death experiences constantly? Eh, who knows?
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