Takeover

- Chapter 3 -

*TW Minor Fluff*

After the meeting with the boys I crawled into
bed wanting nothing more than to close my eyes. Sleep didn't come. When I closed my eyes all I saw was that RV, all beat up with smoke coming out of the cracks of the door. When I took a step closer my vision became blurry and I coughed out my blood. I shot up in my bed in a sweat. Something is in that RV and I will find it.
I quickly got up pulling on my black pants with rips here and there, light brown boots, and a forest green razer back top. I pulled my silver hair into a braid crown so it would not be in my way. I slung a sheath of arrows across my back and strapped knifes here and there for easy access. When I was gone those two years I had traded suspicious trades for two retractable knives sliding them into my sheath. With my bow in hand and an arrow in the string I pulled a black cloak over me and put the hood on.
The walk on the path was dark and ominous. A full moon lit the path in front of me. I turned to the side looking under the brim of my hood to see the RV all rusted and eerie looking in the pale moonlight. I looked down both sides of the path to make sure I was the only one awake at this hour.
Now knowing that nobody would dare come to encounter me. I stepped up to the door making myself completely aware of every footstep. I reached the door and slowly turned the knob hoping it was not locked. As a soft click came from the door I pulled it open smelling settling smoke. I looked all around me before stepping in softly closing the door. With one foot in front of the other I began to make my way to the back that held the many brewing stands. When I walked in nothing was brewing.
I went up to the closest stand and grabbed a bottle knowing to now find a hotdog stuffed inside the potion bottle. Instead I found a white dust inside sparkling as if testing me. I pulled it up to my nose taking a sniff. Immediately I sneezed knowing what it was. Drugs. Making the sound made something stir behind a door nearby so I wrapped the bottle into my cape keeping it nice and closed as I began towards the door. I stepped forward when suddenly, the tile I stepped on began to sink in the floor. I kept my foot there moving the back of the cape out of the way of the sheath of arrows pulling my arrow back aiming at nothing. I looked around knowing that if I lifted my foot a trap would be waiting for me. I reached for a brewing stand quickly switching the placement of my feet. I stood holding my breath waiting for my death. Instead quiet came with the change of items on the sunken tile. I breathed out maneuvering my way through the RV back to the front door. Happily outside of the home I knew what I had to do.
With a running start I made my way to Punz's house. As I reached the bamboo blanketed fence, I made my way up the stairs to see the glass dome. One of the windows was lit and I ducked under the window before two silhouettes looked out the window. I inched my way to the door string, another arrow to the string Kicking my foot against the door I pulled the string back to my cheek. I heard a clatter before the door opened showing Punz holding a bottle in his hand. His nose was red showing he had been drinking. I made my way into the house checking the open area before putting the arrow and bow down.
"Well come in." Punz said sarcastically as he closed his door making his way to the kitchen. I followed him, putting the cloak on a nearby chair along with all my weapons. I made sure the vial was tucked away safely in my pants pocket.
"Well thank you for letting me in." Say back in the same sarcastic tone taking a seat on one of the barstools, "Can I trust you with something? At least until I see the other again?" I asked Punz. He looked down at his now empty bottle and nodded was as his head.
"Do you want a drink?" He asked me hesitantly and I said yes. Taking a drink of the white brownish liquid it stung the back of my throat. It satisfied the anxiety creeping up on me. Before I began again I drank half of the bottle coughing when I dropped the rim of the bottle from my lips. Punz chuckled behind me.
I placed the bottle down and everything became a bit blurry. Drinking is not for the faint of heart.
"You know Wilbur?" I asked him if he nodded his head leaning over the counter to be closer to me. I could see the attempt of concentration from him, "Well I went to his RV tonight because I had an unsettling feeling about it. But I found this." I pulled the vial from my pocket showing the now curious drunk the bottle of sparkly white powder. He put it down looking at me.
"Drugs." He said, looking at me. "I can only imagine what Dream would do if he saw this Brighton." I looked at him staring into eachothers eyes. I looked into them remembering every detail. I blinked and shook my head as he smiled at me the way he never has before.
I grabbed the bottle quickly, finishing off the liquid before turning back to Punz. He still sat leaning against the table watching my every move. I leaned against the counter looking at him. The drink was coming over me now.
Before I knew it the empty bottles of the rotten liquid were shattered against the floor and Punz's lips were pushed against mine. His warm ones met my cold ones. He pushed into my lips so hard that his teeth clicked against mine. We sat there kissing one another. We soon made our way to his master room which had a window that looked out at the SMP. His king size bed wanted us to be under the soft black sheets.
Punz's tongue swiped over my lips wanting passage into my mouth I obliged, letting his tongue pass in. We fought for dominance but in the end he won. His hands came up letting my silver hair flow out of the crown braid to end in curls. Before I knew it we crashed around on the walls taking eachothers clothes off.