A/N This chapter is going to be long with over 7000 words. And it has Alice's revenge in it! :D It's PERVY revenge! (Remember, I write Alice. My friend writes Brandon.)
"Huh? We're home? YES!" Alice exclaimed, doing a typical American fist-pump.
"Keep it down, it's only six." Brandon said, rubbing his eye.
"OK."
They drove to Tsubaki's home first. He got up out of his seat and walked over to where Tsubaki was sleeping.
"Hey Tsubaki, it's time to get up. Wake BlackStar because you guys are home." he said, gently shaking her.
Tsubaki got up and woke BlackStar. "We're home." she whispered and the two left the RV.
"Thank god he's gone." he said, climbing back into the drivers seat. He then drove to Kidd's house. He got out of the chair again and went back to Kidd. "Hey, wake up. You're home." he said, shaking him awake. Kidd woke Liz and Patty and the the three of them left.
Brandon quickly dropped off Ox and Killik, and drove to Maka and Soul's apartment. Once again. He got up out of his seat. He then quietly walked over to Maka and began gently shaking her.
"C'mon Maka, wake up. You guys are the last stop." he said.
Maka maka-chopped Soul awake. "OW! What the hell was THAT for?!" Soul yelled, grabbing Blair's pet carrier.
"Time to get up, we're home." Maka said and the three left.
"Final stop, home." Brandon said, and he climbed into the drivers seat and began driving towards their 'house'.
"Finally!" Alice shouted. They drove quickly there, where Brandon unpacked their stuff.
"Here." he said, handing Alice her suitcase. Alice gladly took her suitcase and went inside their home. Brandon quickly followed, grabbing his own bag. "I'm gonna wash my clothes first." he said, grabbing a bucket and filling it with water.
"Alright." Alice replied, laying on her bed.
Brandon quickly returned, and handed Alice the bucket. "Here, but be quick. I'm bringing you to see Nygus after you're done." he said sternly.
"..OK." Alice replied. She went outside and began to wash all her dirty clothes, including her new 'pajamas'. She finished quuckly and came back inside. Brandon was leaning on the Mustang when she walked in.
"C'mon, get in." he said, unlocking the door and getting into the car. Alice sighed, but got in the car anyway. They. Drove quickly to the academy, where they got out. They walked to the infirmary, where they found Nygus. "Alice, tell her what you've been feeling." he said.
"OK," Alice said, turning to Nygus.
"Please leave, Brandon. Patient privacy is a policy of mine." Nygus said to the meister.
"Sure." he said, and walked out of the door. He then leaned up against the wall that was next to the door.
"OK, Alice. How have you been feeling?" Nygus asked.
"Sick. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." Alice replied.
"OK, what are your symptoms?" The nurse-slash-weapon asked.
"Um, light-headedness, clumsiness and I have this weird feeling in my stomach." Alice replied. Nygus felt the ex-Kishin's forehead.
"You don't have a temperature," she said. "...Can you describe the feeling?"
"I dunno, weird I guess..."
"Does it feel like butterflies?"
"..Um, yeah."
"Is the feeling unpleasant?"
"Uh... n-not entirely."
Nygus grinned under her bandages. "You're not sick at all, Alice."
"Then what's wrong with me?! I SWEAR I'M NOT CRAZY!"
Nygus chuckled. "I know you're not crazy, but it seems to me like you have a crush~!"
"A...what?"
"A crush. It means you like someone."
"W-WHAT?"
"Since you're not sick you can go now." Nygus smiled. Alice, looking traumatized, left the room.
"What happened? I heard you screaming from out here." Brandon said, looking over at her.
"She said I wasn't sick." Alice turned to Brandon. "She said I just had a 'crush' on someone."
"You? No way. Who is it?" Brandon asked, thinking it might've been Soul or Kidd.
"I don't know! I didn't even know what a crush was before this!" she buried her head in her hands. "I'm so confused!"
"Hey, it's ok. It's probably just some hormones acting up." he said, trying to comfort her.
"...Hopefully." Brandon looked around and saw some of the students staring at the two.
"We should probably be heading home." he said. Alice didn't feel good enough to move and Brandon had to drag her back to the car, which caused stares from some of students and teachers. He gently put Alice in the passenger seat and he got into the driver's seat. He started the engine, and tore off down the road to their house. They quickly arrived, and Brandon parked the car. He then got out of the driver seat and opened the passenger door.
"Are you still too weak to stand on your on?" he asked, offering his arm for support.
"Huh? What?" Alice asked, looking around wildly. "...Oh. I must've fallen asleep with my eyes open."
"Or maybe you zoned out." he said.
"Same thing." she replied getting out of the car.
"Eh, I guess." he said, walking over to the generator. "Do you want to play first?" he asked, turning on the Xbox.
"Nah. You go ahead." Alice replied, sitting on her bed.
"Ok then." he said, and began playing Fallout: New Vegas.
"So, uh, what's this game about?" Alice asked, now laying on her stomach and propping herself up with her elbows.
"You're a courier for a platinum poker chip, which holds vital information, and you get robbed while out on your trip and get shot in the head. Somehow, you managed to stay alive, and now you're going to kill every Sonofabitch you remember seeing that night. Also, you can help some people, which gives you specialty items." he explained.
Alice raised an eyebrow, a skeptical look plastered on her face. "That doesn't sound very fun. There are also a lot of scientifical errors. If you get shot in the head, the chances of living are slim and even if you do survive, you'd have serious brain damage and most likely amnesia or some type of brain damage." she said, listing all the possible outcomes of getting shot in the head.
"Quick question: When in real life can you be shot 5 times, then hide behind a wall for five seconds and be perfectly fine?" he asked. "It's because video games give people a way to escape from reality, so the impossible becomes the usual."
"I don't get it."
"The question was referencing Call of Duty."
"I meant, why would someone hide from life?"
"They don't hide, they just get away from life. Sometimes, you get so angry you want to go on a murdering spree. The only downside to this is a life sentence to jail and/or death. In a video game, and can do that and be rewarded for it." Brandon explained.
Alice sighed. She didn't want to confuse herself further, so she refrained from asking anymore questions, "...I'm gonna' take a nap." she said, laying on the bed and quickly falling asleep.
Brandon played for another hour, but soon became bored. He then went over to the piano and began playing.
At that time, Alice bolted upright in her bed, eyebrow twitching in annoyance. "Why? Why do I have these weird dreams?"
"What?" Brandon asked, continuing to play without looking, since he memorized the song he was playing.
"My dreams... They're so weird they scar me for life, man..." Alice said, wide eyed.
"What was it?" he asked, standing up and putting the piano key lid down.
"It's really random. It started with a giant gopher chasing me, then you came in and it ate you. Then it dug a giant hole and ran off. Soul and BlackStar came out of the hole and started singing opera, then I woke up from the weirdness of it all." she replied.
"Huh. Usually dreams are influenced by outside sources and memories, so unless you saw a giant gopher at sometime during your life, I don't know what the hell it was doing in your dreams." he said, shrugging.
"Like I said, my dreams are weird."
"Eh, mine are just as wierd, possibly weirder. The thing is, there not dreams though." he said, sitting down on the futon.
"You see into your own soul when you're asleep, don't you?" Alice asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Ye-wait, how did you know that?" he said, stopping mid-sentence.
"Another Looker skill. I can see into other peoples' dreams. I'm only seen if I want to be seen, though." Alice grinned.
"So, you're a dream stalker. Nice. Just don't come into my dreams if I have a nosebleed." he said, opening a soda he grabbed.
"I'm so gonna' do that." Alice replied with a pervy grin.
"Goddammit..." he whispered under his breathe, his cheeks growing a little red.
"By the way, I didn't know you liked Maka in THAT way." Alice chuckled.
"Hey, it's my male instinct. Besides, it's not only Maka." he said, thinking back on his dreams.
"...Who else?" she asked pervily. "I'll hypnotise you and make you answer if you don't tell me."
She started poking his face. "Tell meeeee!" she whined. "Or I will ruin every wet dream you have until we get back to our own dimensions!"
"How would you manage that!?" Brandon asked.
"Like I said, when I go into someone's dreams I have the option to be seen or not, like an on/off button. And I will make sure you will be able to see and hear me!" Alice threatened.
"Oh god..." he said, shivering as the thought of her entering one of his sex dreams entered his mind.
"Now tell me!" Alice growled.
"Anybody really. My testosterone doesn't seem to have a preference." he said, shrugging.
"...You really are a pervert..." Alice chuckled. "So, anyone? ...Even Soul and BlackStar?"
"Oh god no! I meant only women!" he yelled.
Alice chuckled before realizing something. "All women, eh?" she picked up her frying pan, getting ready to hit Brandon with it. "...Even me?"
"...I can't remember..." he lied, his cheeks growing redder.
"I can tell you're lying." Alice said, glaring. Her grip on the frying pan tightened.
"Oh god, why?" he asked, bracing himself for the inevitable crushing force of the metal pan.
"Tell. Me. NOW!" she shouted.
"...yes..." he said, waiting for the pan to crush his cranium.
Alice blushed angrily, then hit him with the frying so hard that it caused an impact crater. "PERVERT!"
"...ow." he said, his mouth bleeding because a piece of his cheek was cut when his jaw slammed into the ground. He then struggled incrediably to get up. He finally achieved his goal after much effort, coming out of the crater with a pop-like sound.
She hit him again, harder.
"...hmph." was all he could manage, since his mouth was buried into the ground, along with the rest of his face. He struggled once again to get free, and popped out again, with a louder sound this time. Alice glared at him, still blushing. "I don't know why every one makes such a big deal of it. I am a male. I am also undergoing puberty. Because of that, testosterone is produced. Testosterone's main purpose is to activate the testes, which produce sperm. It also activates the primal instinct of wanting to reproduce. It's a normal male process, it should be accepted if anything, not shunned." he said, rubbing his head.
"It's insulting!" Alice yelled.
"How? It should be a compliment!" he yelled back, getting annoyed.
"..." Alice decided to shut up and think about what he just said.
"What?" he asked, confused due to her sudden silence.
"...I guess you're right about that..."
"Wait, you're agreeing with me?" he asked, generally surprised, expecting her to argue more.
"Never thought you'd hear a girl agreein' with ya' on somethin' like that, huh?" Alice asked, twirling her hair with her finger sheepishly.
"Actually, I wouldnt have ever considered that a possibility." he said.
"Guess I over-reacted. Sorry." she said, letting go of her hair.
"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have brought up the topic." he said, apologizing.
"Eh, who cares?"
"Good point." he said, pulling out his phone. "It's 7:00. I'm going to go get some pajamas from the clothing store. Do you want to come?" he asked, walking towards the Mustang and unlocking it.
"Nah. Already got some, remember?" Alice replied.
"Oh yea..." Brandon said, a small amount of blood beginning to drip from his nose. "I'll be right back." he said, getting into the car. He quickly drove to the clothing store, which was still unoccupied from the zombies. He quickly went in, and grabbed 3 pairs of flannel pants and three white t-shirts. The pants were all some form of camouflage, with one being a classical woodland print, another one being a digital desert print, and the last one being a digital urban pint. He quickly got back into the car and drove home.
"I'm back." he called pulling into the garage. The sight he met instantly caused blood to gush from his nose. He saw Alice, and she decided to change into her 'pajamas' early.
"Oh, hey, Brandon." she smiled.
"uh...uh..." he repeated, physically having to stop his hormones from taking control of his actions.
"You OK, Brandon?" she said walking over to him.
"Ye-yeah." he said quickly, grabbing the bag from the back seat. His mind was hazy, and he began changing unknowingly in front of Alice into his new pajamas.
Alice looked away, trying to stop her own nosebleed. Brandon quickly finished, and snapped back to attention.
"What? Why am I I pajamas?" he asked, seeing the clothes on him instead of his normal outfit.
"Y-You changed clothes, Brandon." Alice replied, blushing and still trying to stop her nosebleed. "...In front of me..."
"WHAT?! Oh god, I'm am sorry, I must've zoned ou-wait, is that a pervert nose I see?" he asked, noticing the trickle of blood.
"Um, maybe..." she replied, blushing.
"Heh, it's ok. I would probably die of blood loss if I were in your position." he joked, grabbing the bag and putting it next to the futon.
Alice looked at him before chuckling. "Nice PJs, Brandon."
"Why thank you." he said, rubbing one of the pant legs. "I got 'em because they were so damn soft."
"Hope ya' realize I was being sarcastic." Alice giggled.
"Oh. Well, theyre still soft." he said.
"They don't look soft." Alice replied.
"Here, feel it." he said, throwing a pair from the bag towards her.
Alice caught the pants and ran her hand across the fabric. "Wow, they're really soft." then, as a joke, she decided to say, "Why not feel mine?" Brandon's nose began trickling blood again.
"Re-really?" he asked, hormones blocking his judgement of the context. Alice just sighed at his stupidity. Brandon saw this and realized she was joking. "Aw..." he moaned, his hopes smashed.
Alice then decided to tease him further. "Do what ya' want. I could care less!" He perked right back up, a perverted grin beginning to grow on his face.
"Anything?" he asked, the grin growing larger.
"Like I said, I could care less." she paused. "Just DON'T lick me."
"Oh boy." he said, starting to walk towards her. Then, he felt a familiar feeling in his groin area, the feeling he always got when arroused. 'Goddammit, not here!' he thought, quickly covering his crotch with his hands.
Alice chuckled. 'How funny~!' she thought. Then started thinking about whether she should pretend to go to sleep with him like that.
"What?" he asked, still covering his reproductive organ with one of his hands.
"Goin' to bed," she lied. "Good night~!" she then layed on her bed and pretended to go to sleep.
"Goddamit. I had a chance of getting laid and I blew it. This is why I'm still a virgin." he aloud, thinking Alice was asleep. "Might as well do the next best thing." he said, and walked over to the piano. He opened the lid, and began playing 'I Just Had Sex' by The Lonely Island, singing along as he played.
'I'm so using this for black-mail!' Alice thought to herself.
He finished the song, then decided to get to sleep. He was very tired at this point, and was mostly brain dead. He unwittingly crawled into Alice's bed, thinking it was his own, and fell asleep. Not wanting to wake her meister, Alice also fell asleep. Sure enough, Brandon was having a sex dream. He was just hoping to God that Alice wouldn't pop in and ruin it for him.
When Alice woke the following morning, she felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
"What the... Brandon!" she muttered to herself, then picked up her frying pan and wacked him in the head with it.
"OH FUCK!" he yelled, his hands instantly coming up to his face. "What the hell was that fo-wait, why am I in your bed?" he asked mid-sentence, realizing where he was.
"Dunno, Brandon," she retorted angrily. "Why don't you tell me?"
"I don't know either! If I knew, why would I be asking you?!" he shot back, aggrivated by both her attitude and being hit in the face with her frying pan.
Alice gasped. "Did you rape me in my sleep?!"
"No. If I did, your underwear would be soiled." he said plainly.
"Just checking. I don't want to lose my virginity to someone whose not even from my dimension!" Alice replied.
"Eh, if we stayed in that brothel any longer, I don't think you would've had a choice." he said, getting out of the bed.
"After what I did to you last night, I thought you would've been surprised that I was a virgin." she replied plainly.
"True. You so easy, I thought you had some sort of STD." he joked, grabbing clean clothes.
"Actually, everything last night was a prank. I didn't mean any of it. And I didn't really go to sleep, either. So I know you're a virgin, too. Besides, what in the world possesed you to believe I'd actually let you do anything to me?" Alice smirked.
"I knew you wouldn't let me have sex with you, since I know you have more class than a slut. I persionally thought you were just having another hormonisl mome-oh my god you listened to me sing didn't you?" he asked mid-sentence, the events of last night running rapidly through his mind.
"Yeah. Never sing again." she replied, finally getting out of bed.
"Oh goddammit." he said, sighing in defeat. "You were lucky I wasn't really horny last night, or I actually would've made a move on you." he called, getting into the shower.
"Then you would've gotten your ass kicked." Alice replied, grabbing her own clothes. She quickly changed, tossing her pajamas on the bed.
Brandon chuckled, turning on the shower. He quickly showered, and changed inside of the station. He quickly came out, fully dressed, but still a little wet. "Your turn." he said, walking over to the futon. Alice took her shower, wrapping a towel around her before getting out. She then changed clothes, hoping to get some reaction out of Brandon. She thought it was hilarious whenever he got a nosebleed. Brandon saw her come out, and a cascade of blood began falling from his nostrils.
"My God, her body is perfect... " he said in an almost trance state, watching her walk to her clothes.
"Thanks." Alice replied, changing clothes and taking her sweet time.
"What?" he asked, unaware he was thinking aloud, snapping back to his senses.
"You just said my body was perfect." she replied apathetically.
"Well, it is." he said, quickly looking her over. "I really need to stop thinking out loud..."
Alice chuckled. "You do need to stop thinking out loud."
"Goddammit, I did it again didn't I?" he said, getting annoyed with himself.
"Yes."
"Fuck!" he yelled, getting very annoyed. His weapon simply chuckled, putting her shirt on. "Do you not care that I'm here?" he asked, his nose trickling more blood.
"Not really." she replied, putting on her pants.
"I'm ok with that." he said, even more blood dripping out of his nose.
Alice sat on the bed, crossing her legs and tieing her hair in a ponytail. "How do I look? Be honest~!"
"Really good." he said, devoid of all perverted intentions, smiling a small smile.
"Thanks." Alice replied, then smiled nervously. "You're still nosebleeding..."
"Huh? Oh, sorry." he said, wiping his nose. "Actually, I think it just stopped." he said, wiping the area under his nose clean of blood. "Wanna lick?" he asked, offering his hand which had blood on it. Alice licked the blood off of his hand slowly, wondering if he'd get another nosebleed. As she licked his hand, he felt the familiar warm liquid start dripping from his nasal passage. 'Am I seriously turned on by this?' he thought.
Alice saw the nosebleed and smirked. "You're just really horny today, aren't ya'?" she asked.
"Well, let's recap what's happened to me recently." he said, wiping his nose. "I saw you in whore clothing, you were submitting to my sexual desires, I had a sex dream, I woke up in bed with you, you changed in front of me, and now you're licking blood off of my hand. Yea, I'm pretty horny." he said, calling back on all of the recent events.
Alice chuckled, then walked over to Brandon. "I'm gonna' do somethin' you'll probably love, then~!" she smirked, sticking her tongue out.
"Um, what?" Alice then licked his neck, very slowly. "Oh-h God..." Brandon said, letting the feeling of pleasure wash over him, shivering. Then she kissed him on the lips. He was surprised at first, but accepted it. 'Am I dreaming?' he thought, only to have the feeling of her lips on his proved his thought wrong.
Alice pulled away, brushing imaginary dirt off of her shirt. "I'm gonna' take a nap." she yawned.
"Goddammit! Why must you toy with me so?!" he yelled, annoyed with her for leading him on so much then stopping.
She sat on the bed and smirked. "Because I am a sadistic bitch."
"No arguments there..." he muttered, still pissed.
Alice chuckled. "Until you try somethin' back, this is how it'll end everytime~!" then she layed on the bed and closed her eyes, just waiting for Brandon to try something. He walked up to her, and climbed into the bed. He embraced her with both arms, and gave slow kisses up her arm and neck, stopping when he reached the top of her neck. He then slowly touched his lips against hers, waiting for a reaction. She pulled away. "Sorry, Brandon. That's it for now. Consider this pay-back for duct-taping me to the passengers seat in the RV." He quickly grew depressed.
"You said your payback would be 10 times worse. You were right." he said, getting out of the bed and walking to the futon. Alice chuckled at his depression. Her laughter made him even more depressed. " I'm going out." he said sadly, getting into the Mustang.
"Where ya' goin'?" Alice asked curiously.
"I'm going to make myself a CQB circuit." he said, getting into the car and starting the engine.
"What's a CQB circuit?" she asked.
"A close quarters combat training course." he said.
"Oh... you're gonna' try to hurt me, aren't you?" Alice replied.
"No, I'm going o find a way to release anger WITHOUT hurting you." he said.
"Oh, OK~! Have fun!"
"How? You've just shut me down when I was all worked up..." he mumbled to himself, backing out of the garage. He drove quickly to the local butcher, and picked up three recently deceased pigs, and put them in bags. He then went and found an embalming kit, required to keep the pigs preserved. He then went to the hardware store and picked up three 6' long PVC pipes, some extreme hold glue, duct tape, three 5 gallon buckets, and a bag of cement mix. On his way out, he saw a dark blue Ford F-150. 'I should grab that later, since I pick up a lot of stuff very often. ' he thought, putting the items away in the little free space in the trunk and in the back seat. He quickly drove home and brought out all of the supplies. He filled the three buckets with the cement mix and water, causing the mixture to harden. While waiting for the cement to set, he embalmed the pigs. He finished that quickly, and saw the cement was hardening. He then stuck the PVC pipes in and had to wait for the rest of the cement to harden.
"I've been waiting for you~! ...That sounded way more sexual than it was supposed to sound" Alice said, looking at the dead pigs.
"You can't eat them. They're the targets for the course." Brandon said, seeing her stare at the pigs hungrily.
"Ew! They've got embalming stuff in them, and that usually makes my stomach hurt." Alice replied in disgust.
"You've eaten embalmed meat before?" Brandon asked, curious as to why she didn't die from the poisons in the embalming material.
"I was seven, alright? I didn't know that dead boy was embalmed, and I was sick for a week..." Alice stated nervously, twirling her hair with her finger.
"Wait, you ate a dead boy? Never mind, you were a wendigo, that's why..." he said, remembering her past. He then saw the cement was fully set. "Help me set up the pigs, please." he said, walking to the buckets. Alice grabbed a pig and some rope, and walked over to Brandon, waiting for instructions. "Hold it with its spine against the pipe." he instructed. She quickly did so, and Brandon squirted the glue into place. He then quickly wrapped the entire pig against the pipe with duct tape. They did the same process for the rest of the pigs, and we're done within 20 minutes.
"Done!" Brandon exclaimed when they finished with the final pig. "It says here that the glue will take three hours to set enough to hold the weight, then 24 hours to completely set." he said, reading the back of the glue container.
"So... what now?" Alice asked her meister.
"Now, I have a pick-up to jack." he responded, grinning.
"OK..." Alice was confused. He quickly ran to the hardware store and found the truck. Fortunately, the truck was left unlocked, and abandon quickly got into the driver's seat. He opened the wire box beneath the steering wheel and found the starter wire, he then connected that to a live wire, and the engine roared to life. It was surprisingly loud, even for a pick-up.
"I'll have to give this one a special paint job too." he said out loud, beginning his drive home. He quickly arrived, and opened the garage. He then pulled the new pick-up into the garage and got out. "Like it?" he asked, gesturing his hand towards the truck.
"So, now we have three cars that we don't need." Alice said.
"Hey, all of them have specific purposes." he said.
Alice looked skeptical. "Still, do we really need three cars?"
"We need the mustang for basic transport, the RV for road trips, and the pick-up for when I need to get a large amount of supplies." he said, gesturing his hand towards each vehicle.
"Oh well. Have you ever thought about the fact that we don't have enough money to take care of the damn things?" she paused. "And i'm not using my fools' gold coins. Those were hard to make!"
"I thought you said you were loaded." he said, remembering back to the convenience store in NYC.
"Well, they're not mine so technically I don't have to waste my money on them." Alice replied, sticking her tongue out.
"Well, I'm nearly broke, so I need a way to make more money." he said, pulling out his wallet and opening it, seeing that it was nearly empty.
"OK, good luck with that~!" Alice said. "There's no way anyone would hire you~!"
"Why not? I work just as hard as the next guy, and I'm always on the best of behaviors!" he shot back, annoyed by her insult.
Alice smirked while trying to think of a good insult. "'Cause your too easy~!"
"So? It is a mans sole purpose in life to get laid, so being easy is a good thing, not an insult." he replied.
"Yeah, but that makes it easier for women like me to manipulate you." she replied.
"As long as the man gets laid, he couldn't care less." he said.
"I said women like ME. Which means the guy usually dies. I think a man should value his life more than how many girls he lays. By the way, you just proved how stuck-up, shallow, horny, and inconsiderate most guys are." the ex-Kishin replied.
"No, I just proved how stuck-up, shallow, horny, and inconsiderate men's instincts are. The man himself will most definitely differ, but there will always be bias in his actions due to his instincts." he explained, realizing he didn't clarify enough.
"No. Most men are like that." Alice replied. "Good, redeeming qualities in people are hard to find these days, especially in men. I'm ashamed to say the only redeeming qualities I have is loyalty and a good sense of humor." Alice looked disgusted with herself. "Humans are horrible, sinful creatures."
"We'll, at least you have humor, or I would've kick your ass to the curb long ago." he joked, grinning.
"..." Alice was not amused.
"I was kidding. I wouldn't have thrown you out, even if you were the reincarnation of Satan. I help someone in need no matter what." he said.
Alice could tell he wasn't lying, but she still didn't believe him. He didn't help Samantha, in fact she needed to be saved from him. 'I would've helped her...' Alice thought. Brandon checked his phone quickly, and realized it was noon.
"It's 12:00, so I'm going to put a custom paint job on the pick-up." he said, walking towards it. "Do you wanna come?"
"I guess." Alice replied.
"Let's go then." he said, opening the door of the truck. Alice climbed into the passengers seat. He quickly drove to the paint shop, where he parked the car in the paint booth and got out. "What do you think would look good on this?" he asked, patting the truck's front left side panel.
"Um, light blue?" Alice replied, not sure if there was a right or wrong answer. She wasn't really good with things like that.
"Really? Light blue? That's what you want to paint the truck? I can paint very detailed designs, in case you were afraid of asking for something harder." he said, a bit shocked by her answer.
"Um, well, I'm not very good with this kind of stuff..." she chuckled nervously, fiddling with her hair again.
"Well, if that's what you want..." he said, almost disappointedly, putting on the protective gear.
"Go wait by the glass window inside." he said, pointing towards a window that looked in on the paint booth. "What shade of light blue do you want?" he asked, pointing at a color table on the wall with all of the colors offered.
"Well, it's fine if you don't want to paint it that color!" Alice said, noticing his dissapointed tone of voice. "It's your car, not mine!"
"Really? Thank god!" he exclaimed, sounding very relieved. "I know exactly what I'm gonna paint it." he said, grinning while loading a black paint can into the spray gun. "Get inside." he instructed, pointing towards the door. "One breathe of this stuff will make your lungs burn like a bitch."
"OK." Alice replied, going inside the building. He covered the windowswith tape and began painting. He sprayed three layers of black onto the car, then painted a dark blue into a light blue flame paint job on the front grill, reaching back to half way across the side panels. He then sprayed a steely gray metallic paint powder onto the car, giving it a metal-like look. He then sprayed a final primer layer over the entire car, and walked out.
"It takes about 3 hours to dry." he said, taking the protective helmet off, walking into the building where Alice was waiting.
"Well, what're we gonna' do for three hours?" Alice asked restlessly.
"I don't know..." Brandon said, bordom quickly washing over him. Alice face-palmed. "God, I'm bored..." he said, looking at the car.
"...Same..."
"What can we do?" he asked, thinking about something to stop the boredom.
"If I knew, I wouldn't have just asked you that very question." Alice replied.
"Sorry. I was thinking aloud again." he said, realizing he was thinking out loud. "Wanna see if I can find a job?" he asked, remembering his lack of money.
"Sure." Alice replied boredly.
"We should probably ask Shinigami-sama. He would probably have some civil service jobs to help rebuild from the outbreak." he said, thinking of available job.
"OK. Why not?" Alice replied, walking toward the door.
Brandon followed, and they quickly walked to the academy. They then walked into the Death Room, and walked along the guillotine path. Alice fidgeted nervously, a bit scared of what would happen if Lord Death somehow figured out where they were from.
"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing her fidgeting.
"U-Um, well this is only the third time i've ever met the original Lord Death..." Alice replied a bit sheepishly.
"Oh, duh." he said, remembering her past. They walked some more, and finally reached the room in which Lord Death was in. He was turned, looking into his mirror. "Excuse me, Lord Death?" Brandon asked, trying to get the reapers attention. He quickly wheeled around.
"Hiya~!" he said, turning to face the two.
Alice wasn't sure what to say to the reaper. She felt so weak compared to him. So human. "W-Well, um... uh I-It's j-just, well-"
"Go ahead and say it. No need to be nervous." Lord Death chimed.
"We seem to be getting short on money, so I was wondering if there were any civil service jobs available. Something involving destruction would be ideal."Brandon said, trying to draw the reaper's attention off of Alice, noticing her stuttering.
"Oh~! I see~! There are still a few Zombies around if you'd like that job, or you could help train the new students~. Those are the only jobs available that involve destruction or fighting at the moment, I'm afraid." The reaper responded in his cartoon-like voice, looking at the two students. 'I'll have to keep an eye on these two...' he thought to himself.
Alice fidgeted under his gaze. This was the weakest she'd ever felt in her life. "Zombie clean up sounds good to me." Brandon said, secretly excited about getting to use his shotgun again.
"Y-Yeah, we'll go with th-that." Alice replied nervously.
"OK, but I'm warning you, there aren't many left and it will be hard to find them~!" Lord Death said, a bit too cheerfully. 'I'll definately have to keep these two monitered.' he thought.
"Thank you, Lord Death." he said. "C'mon Alice, we have sme zombies to hunt!" he exclaimed, perhaps a bit too excited than a normal person would be. Alice bowed at Lord Death shyly before following Brandon. "Let's see, if we're hunting zombies that want to hide, a sniper would be the best choice of weaponry." Brandon said, drawing back on his tactical knowledge.
"You're the expert." Alice replied.
"Thanks for the compliment." he said, walking down the hallway to the academy's front door. Alice simply followed him. They began walking towards the hunting store, taking an alternative route. As they walked though, Brandon spotted a box with a parachute draped across the top of it in the middle of the street..
"If that's what I think it is, then we don't need to go to the hunting store." he said, walking towards the box.
He quickly opened it, and began rummaging through the contents.
"Let's see, food rations, water, extra clothes..." he said, placing the objects on the ground next to him as he named them.
"Weapons?" Alice asked hopefully.
"Possibly." he quickly replied, taking out more supplies. He took out more supplies, then hit the mother load.
"Heh, it appears that the Army was prepared for a zombie outbreak, and depended on the survivors to prevent its spreading." he said, removing a fully automatic M4A1 and a SCAR-L. He then removed ten Berreta M9 pistols, along with two .357 revolvers and a Desert Eagle .50AE.
"Here we go, exactly what we were looking for." he said, removing a L96A1 sniper rifle, along with 7.62x51mm rounds.
"How do you know it's Abbey's?"
"What?" he asked, confused.
"You said Abbey was preparing. How do you know this is her stuff?" Alice repeated.
"I must've said the wrong word. I meant to say the Army." he said, beginning to load the L96A1's 10 round box clip.
"Eh, maybe I just misheard you." Alice said. 'Damn, am I still thinking about that?' she thought.
"Probably." he said, loading the clip into the bolt-action rifle. He then removed 5.56x45mm ammo and filled the M4A1's clip.
"Here, take this. If I don't protect you fast enough, use this to defend yourself." he said, handing her the rifle and clip.
"OK." Alice said, taking the weapons. 'Even though I'm completely useless with these...' she thought.
"Come with me to the top of the roofs. When we spot the zombies, try to attract their attention by waving and shouting on the ground. Then, as they converge on you, I will pick them off, one by one." he explained, grabbing extra clips for the rifle. He then spotted the pistols. He loaded one of the Berreta pistols and handed it to Alice.
"If your clip runs out, use this." he instructed, loading the Desert Eagle and putting it in his pocket.
"OK." Alice said. He then reached back into the bag and pulled out a pair of binoculars.
"Let's get to the roofs to see if any zombies are nearby." he said, grabbing the rifle, and began walking towards the nearest buildings entrance.
"Alright." They walked toward the entrance and walked up the stairs. They quickly reached the roof, where Brandon saw that he was looking over a somewhat large park. Better yet, there was three zombies spread out throughout the area.
"Go down there and see if you can draw more of them." he instructed Alice, deploying the sniper's bipod and set the bipod on the edge of the roof.
"OK." she jumped off the roof, landing on both feet in the park. By doing so, she atrracted the attention of all the visible Zombies, along with five other Zombie that were hidden. Brandon quickly made a list of the order of zombies that had to die first, basing their priority levels on their distance away from where he was. He took his first shot, killing the farthest zombies with a head shot. The others seemed to be oblivious, so he slid back the bolt, and took another shot at the next farthest zombie. The zombie's head exploded, and the other zombies seemed to become aware of his presence. They quickly began hobbling away, and Brandon realized they would be gone before he killed them all.
"Alice, open fire!" he yelled, sniping the next farthest zombie, sliding the bolt back then forward quickly. Alice then began to wildly blast Zombies, hitting a few and missing a lot. "Control your fire!" Brandon yelled, sniping another zombie, sliding the bolt back and forth, loading another round. "Aim for center mass, fire in short bursts, and control your breathing!"
"OK!" Alice replied. Using his advice, she hit more Zombies instead of missing.
Brandon saw that only one zombie remained, and pulled the trigger. The rifle jammed, and he saw Alice's clip was empty. He then pulled out his Desert Eagle from his pocket. 'I really hope this works...' he thought, lining up the zombie in the iron sights. He pulled the trigger, and time seemed to slow for him. There was an flare of fire at the end of the barrel, followed by the bullet flying out. He then watched its flight course, and at the end, it connected with the zombie's skull. Its head exploded in a shower of blood and brain matter, and Brandon sighed in relief as time returned to normal. Alice hid behind a tree to avoid getting brain-juice all over her. "Alice! Are you ok?!" he called, not seeing her hide behind the tree, thinking he accidentally shot her in his rush of sniping the zombies.
Alice came out from behind the tree and smirked. "Of course I'm OK!" she called up to him.
"Thank God. I thought i shot you when i shot the zombie with my pistol." he called back, putting the pistol back in his pocket. he then looked down and saw the emoty .50 Ae shell. 'I should probably take that for good luck.' he thought, bending over and picking up the empty case.
"You comin' down or what?" Alice called up to Brandon.
"Yea." he called, grabbing the rifle and hopped off the roof. He landed, making a small impact crater when he landed. "You really need to work on your aim." he said, walking up to her.
"I know..." Alice said. "I'm pretty much useless with a gun."
"You still helped. Without you, some of them would've escaped and caused a world-wide pandemic." he said, taking out the Desert Eagle and unloading it.
"Um, thanks...?"
"You're welcome." he said, putting the now-empty Desert Eagle back into his pocket. "We should probably go and tell Lord Death that the zombies are dead." he said, throwing the rifle over his shoulder, holding it against his back with the sling that came with it.
"OK." Alice replied. They quickly returned to the academy, where they walked back into the Death Room. There, Lord Death was waiting for them.
"Lord Death, the zombies are dead." Brandon said as they walked into the room.
"Oh~! Oh~! That's good~! If we didn't take care of them, a Kishin Revolution probably would've happened!" Lord Death said. At the mention of a Kishin Revolution, Alice's face grew pale and she fainted.