Anybody But You

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Chapter One-Nineteen

Vibe: Tantrum by Ashnikko

With George's help, Alice made her way to the river—the corpses all coming after her.

"I really don't know what your deal is, blondie." George spoke as they helped Alice up to the rocks.

"I don't know what my deal is either." Bracing herself, Alice grabbed one of the mage's hands, as she waded into the freezing water. "Sorry about this." She whispered to the unfortunate vacated individual as she pulled them in.

Just as George said, the mage began to dissolve. Bubbles formed around their feet as their skin seemingly foamed up—the water instantly deteriorating them into nothing but bloody bubbles.

A disgusting, horrid mess that smelled of rot and decay.

Alice wanted to puke as she pulled them in deeper and pushed the rest of their body under the water—standing in their remains before it all washed away in the river's current.

George backed away as the corpses watched their fate from a short distance away. "Fuck." George turned away. "I think I'm going to be sick—"

"Hey bitch!" Someone screamed before a knife went hurling towards Alice's face; hitting her square in the shoulder as she tried to dodge it.

The pain was instant and blinding—the sting ripping into her arm and seemingly zapping down to the very nerve ending. The pain wrenched deep into her bones as she let out a shocked, gasping cry; falling to her knees as she lost her sense of balance.

"Ready for your hair appointment?" The maniac slashed through the corpses in front of her—her speed blinding as the bodies fell to the ground one at a time.

"Daisy..." Alice hissed, trembling as she stood from the water—holding tight to the staff as her leg throbbed from the movements. The hilt of the knife stuck out her arm as she watched the scene unfold in a temporary daze.

"Holy shit... blondie—" George started towards Daisy before getting distracted with a sudden row of turned corpses.

Laughing, Daisy licked one of her many bloody blades—clearly unafraid of any possible contagions living inside the corpses blood. Her grey eyes glowed as she stared at Alice; stepping on the slowly recovering bodies beneath her as she neared the riverbed. The sharp heels of her tall pink boots noticeably leaving wounds in their flesh.

"Eenie meenie minie mo..." she sang, readjusting her small outfit that appeared a lot like Alice's undergarments on a good day; the layered bloody white and pink bustier top revealing her torso, "...where on this blonde bitch should my daggers go?" The multiple blades danced quickly between her fingers as she simultaneously twirled her long black hair.

"Preferably a limb—I'm starting to get used to them being target practice." Alice ground her teeth, backing into the cold water as she watched the corpses in the distance try to calculate a way to get to her, "How does someone from the ever-forgiving and loving North, end up with a job in the illegal slave market?" She shook her head, noticing some of the more obvious northern characteristics in her face—the small features mixed with the cool complexion.

Daisy laughed, flipping her hair over her thin shoulder, "By recruitment—my throw is to die for."

Alice snorted softly at the double meaning in her words, "I think in another life we'd be friends if you weren't such a psychopathic chaotic bitch."

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A.N.

Confession time, I LOVE Daisy. She's a horrifying creature that I also hate, but I'm obsessed. Like c'mon... pink high heel boots in a medieval-era-like time?! I'm so in. Alice, take notes, let's get in on this dark kawaii fashion.

Y'all ready for this ho? Thanks for reading!