Revival

Lesbo Dicks

Saxon POV:

As I look around, I notice that I can't. Look around, that is.

Fuck, remember, remember!

I say in my head, forcing myself to recall what had happened in that room.

**FLASHBACK**

Kristina sits beside me, fingers intertwined with mine. Behind us are Kelsie, Kennedy, and Kaylon, but no Renee. I start to worry, but as soon as I get that thought into my train of thought, it's washed out by a tall, skinny, official, and pedo-looking man stepping out in front of us. "You are here for one reason, and one reason only," he starts, "You are here because you are the faggots of thi-" I hear a gunshot, see blood seeping from his forehead as he collapses on the hard, tile science room floor. I whip my head around to see which member of the cult are my saviors this time.

Kaylon stands tall, in the same position in which she stood to shoot the man, but she now shakes, and looks down at her hands.

"I just killed a man...." She whispers to herself, in seeming horror. "THAT"S SO FUCKING RAD!!!" Kaylon screams, probably so the whole damn school, if there are others here, could hear it. Well, I guess that was not horror.

Kristina jumps onto the desk she was sitting at next to me. "BITCH YOU GOT SERVED!" She screams and jumps onto his leg, severing it and allowing it to grow wings and fly out the nearest window. "BE FREE, MY LOVE!" She yells after it.

"I thought I was your love." I say to Kristina, who automatically, after my sentence, starts heavily making out with me.

"Um, we should leave these two alone with that one-legged dead dude to get nasty." I hear Kennedy say as they walk out the door and shut it behind them. We just keep going... If you know what I mean... wink.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

Oh shit, I banged Kristina in the school?

Sweet, I mean, that's always been my dream, ever since we were 13.

I stand up, only to realize I'm already standing.

Well, kind of.

I'm hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Damn, we really did get freaky didn't we?

The lights flicker on and I see Kristina lying in a pool of blood below me. My hands aren't tied so I reach into my magical bra and pull out the healing wand that Kaylon gave me.

I wave it over Kristina and she immediately starts doing jumping jacks in the pool of blood.

"Can you get me down?" I ask nicely.

"I MUST EXERCISE, FRIEND!" She screams.

"GET ME DOWN!" I yell at her.

She smirks with her ostrich-like grin. "Oh, I get it, you wanna exercise too, okay, I'll get you down." She pulls a switchblade out of her pants and stabs the rope violently.

"Why was there a switchblade, you know, down there?"

"It's for if I want a period on command."

"Oh." I should have known.

"Wait, why were you dying and why wer-" I drop into Kristina's pool of blood with a splash. The puddle surprisingly is deeper than expected and soon I'm struggling to swim back up.

When I finally get back up, Kristina is painting her nails red.

"How were you doing jumping jacks in that?" I ask in awe.

"Either I'm Jesus, or just really tall. Or both."

"Where'd you get that nail polish?" I ask wearily.

"It was in my pocket."

Oh thank the lord.

"Oh, nice."

"Yeah, I had to like squeeze it into that science vial thingy out of my pants pocket."

"Godammit Kristina." I say, pinching the bridge of my nose and shaking my head, as per usual.

By now, after three years of putting up with her weird shit, I'm used to it.

"Let's go find the others." I suggest.

"Okay I guess."

We walk out the door and we bump into Kennedy making out with Anthony.

"Watch your, how do you say, selves!" he yells in his french accent.

"I'm going to the, how do you say, tub!" and with that Anthony vanishes, leaving behind only a small potato chip, an old penny, and a used napkin.

"THE GANG'S ALL HERE" Kennedy yells, mourning of Anthony.

I touch her shoulder. "It'll be alright, he's just going to Renee's tub to chill with his pink bath bombs. Damn, he sure loves pink."

She drops to her knees. "I know, I know."

Kennedy looks up at me, bolting into a standing position. "SUCK MY DICK!" She yells.

Impulsively, I drop down onto my knees and say "I'm ready!"

Kristina, finally butting into the conversation, says "Nah, nah, nah, nah, bitch. That's my fuckin job. Suck my dick, Saxon."

"Wow, so many lesbo dicks to choose from," I tease "I wonder which one.." I say as I move closer to Kristina, unzipping her jeans.

"No, no, no, no, we have to do it in a pool of blood or else it's no fun."

"Fine." I say, disappointedly.

Kristina pulls away from my grip and skips down the hallways singing/screaming "I FEEL LIKE A DINOSAUR, OOOOOOHHHHHHH".

So that's where the blood pool came from.

A/N:

If you're not in this cult, I'm very sorry for this book.

(sorrynotsorry)

That is all.