Power

Jealousy

You find yourself in a vast, warm, shore. The rushing waters clear to hear, with seagulls squawking and calling every now and then. As your feet stepped on the sand, you felt a presence of luxurious warmth. Like a sauna to your feet, and a blanket to your skin, both the warmth from the Earth and the Sun was pleasant. A unsurprising call was heard from your friend in the distance, who was nearly already in the water. Your eyes squinted, trying to look at this figure ( Your friend ), for the light was much too bright. How can the sand possibly be so blinding? It was a sacrifice for thou' feet to be pampered. Cringing with udder disgust that your friend has abandoned you in such a way- no, taken advantage oh her long luscious, and beautiful legs and has left you here. Trembles and vibrations up roared like a earthquake in your veins, and you took your hand to the back pocket of your freshly washed trunks. Scraping out slowly, was a metal object. Rather large in fact, however your buttocks were stretchy like a squirrel to handle such things. You were all much too bad ass. What was revealed was a giant rocket launcher, painted with the finest of reds ( That's blood. ). You couldn't help but curve your lips to a horrifying smile, clearly to represent your excitement for what you were about to do.

Click!

You were now, holding in your hand the power of a thousand hamsters. Such destruction jammed into one formerly butt covered launcher should not be put into the hands of a brilliant youngster such as he, Soren. And so, aiming it towards the booty of the luscious legged one, his heart ached and pulsed. His head begin to feel dense, and the light stricken metal felt as if it was melting his hands. Rapid eye movement, sweat, it was all too much but he kept still. Time seemed to go so slow, but this was his time. His jealousy, his envy for this former friend of his... it will be released, into mass murder. The trigger was pulled back and a loud roar bursted throughout the entire beach, causing sand to fly in all directions. A streak went directly towards her in seconds, however this vision of his that he so desperately wanted was blinded by the dust before him. Shaking and coughing, suffocating in his own trap, he stumbled over to her as quickly as he could. With red, dry eyes he picked up the pace, falling only once, and looking up to find her. The dust faded only slightly, and the light came back behind her like a cape for a knight. Her eyes, bloodshot were staring dead straight into his soul. Directly, so piercing, so narrow, and so persistent. Those eyes represented death before him. He gagged in distress, and most especially in udder horror. Her face showed only anger, and her lips said nothing.

The next movement was swift, fast. His neck snapped in merely a second, and what was revealed before the sand was now blood everywhere. With only one arm, she contained so much power. More than what ever his buttocks could fit inside. She was death. She was.. power.