March 18, 2014
Wade
The circular lids of the barrels of gasoline press hard through my suit, probably bruising my scarred as fuck skin but I don't give a damn.
Avenge Vanessa, done.
Move on.... impossible
When did things get so fucked? I was the one who was supposed to die first, then that all went to hell like a thanksgiving with you gay uncle and super conservative fuck wad of a grandfather.
For a moment I let it all fade away and watch the afternoon light glint off the metal lighter as I flick the cap. Maybe if I'm just lucky enough this will kill me.
What am I supposed to do without her?
How am I-
Bang!
"What in the cock fuck?!" Dropping my head back and upside down, a small blonde and a white mutt stand in the doorway, looking quite... annoyed.
"Is the set of Bring It On filming down the street?" Like fuck she looks like a damn college cheerleader... through her outfit suggested otherwise. A long green army jacket, tight tactical pants.... Pretty sure I spy two guns and those combat boots... The mystery woman doesn't say a word as she steps through the bullet ridden and trashed apartment.
She stops just before my upside down head and I don't bother to move. What is she gonna do? Kill me? Something in her green eyes makes me pause... something flickers in them.
Something familiar...
With no mask, I watch her take in my appearance but it doesn't seem to unsettle her. It's as if she's seen someone with extensive scarring and red spandex before. Her pinched, annoyed face remains, still analyzing me like I'm some sort of puzzle.
Without giving any indication she heard me. I'm too fascinated with her to notice she pulls out one of those pretty guns until it's pressed to my forehead.
"Whoa, listen squirt that's not gonna work." Something in her posture freezes at the nickname but she presses her lips together and shrugs her shoulders.
She thumbs the safety and cocks the gun all the while it's pressed into my skin.
"Squirt, I'm telling ya, it's a waste of-"
The gun going off echoes through the apartments and my fucking head. Ugh, it tastes HORRIBLE. Don't get shot in the head, kids..
"Goddammit! I fucking said-"
Again she fires the gun, cutting me off AGAIN.
"Listen here, squirt-"
She sighs loudly, not even saying a damn word she reaches into her coat and I don't bother to get up. What's the point? It's not like she can kill me...
"What? You don't wanna talk to me?" I goad, "Come on, you gotta have some fire in ya." Her lips twist into a scowl and she pulls out-
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