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Chapter 26: "It's A Screwed World"

(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS A LOT OF FEELS AT THE END, AND IF YOU DONT LIKE KISSING THEN STOP WHEN IT LOOKS LIKE ITS ABOUT TO HAPPEN. THANK YOU.)

It was nice getting to experiment with new drinks. But by morning, I had a head-splitting hangover and the taste of vomit in my mouth. I'll tell you right now, that is not a good mixture. I sat up slowly, massaging my temples. I felt a pop in my back and moaned, rolling out of bed and standing on my weak legs. Bad idea. I collapsed with a yelp.

Maybe this forced me to remember last night because then I saw Bishop leaning on a rail, telling me a story about a man who hated sand sharks. Wanted to be better than the Civilian Defense Force... Helped civilians. Healed them. Sharkies called him the Fisherman. Civilians called him the Phantom.

I looked up and there he was, Bishop himself, standing there with his hand extended. I grabbed it, pulling myself up. "Thank you." I nodded. Did he see that little dance I did, getting out of bed? I thought. I hesitated. Probably.

He laughed. "You're welcome. Need some aspirin?" I nodded vigorously. He turned on his heel, walking into the back, me trailing behind. He grabbed a bottle with a label and popped two in my hand. I instantly pulled it to my mouth, swallowing it. "Want some water-" He turned back around after putting it down. "Oops. Too late." I laughed.

"I'll let you wake up for a while, but until then I need another favor.." He said. I cocked my head to the side. "But first, I need to explain to you that the stuff that was in the box?" I nodded, my head still to the side. "It was for my daughter." This made me shift.

"What does it do?" I asked, stretching my arms.

"It makes blood cells smaller." He explained. "So I need to stay here and give her, well... Her medicine.." He held out a list. "Can you get these things when you have the time?" He asked politely. I grabbed the list, scanning it. It was only five items. I looked up at him and nodded. "Not so talkative this morning, are you?"

"I have a hangover.." I half frowned. He smiled.

"That's what liquor will do to you." He laughed. "Alright. Take your time to wake up alright? I'll pay you when you come back with them." I nodded. All I want is liquor for my troubles. I thought. He turned on his heel, grabbing the black box on his way out. I got up, sticking the list in my pocket and jogging out of the town. Towards the mall again. Not quite wise, but what other choice do I have? Rot in Crane Town? I don't think so.

I passed through the garage again, going into the open area and running up the stairs, back through the same window that I went through last time, dropping inside. I went over to a crate I found last time that had almost all the things on the list. I popped it open, checking all the things inside when I heard rustling fabric. I turned around and it was another one of those tall men. But this one had a sand shark patch. This made me instantly react and I slammed into a crate beside me. I slipped on the concrete, grabbing the crate and standing up. He looked me up and down. "Stealing what I rightfully stole?" He slowly grinned.

"Isn't that what all people do these days?" I scoffed. "Didn't you hear? It's the new fad." I scowled. His smile didn't drop. In fact, he stepped forward, towards me. I flinched. He instantly recoiled.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He laughed. I frowned.

"Can I just go?" It sounded stupid. Asking to leave with his stuff. Or his team's stuff. "I need this." His smile dropped, and he stepped forward, now a foot away from me.

"My dear, the world is full of disappointment." He stared down at me, unslinging his gun and shooting into my thigh, then knee, then shoulder. I fell, the crate sliding. I kicked him with my dominate leg, forcing him back. Then I heard more rustling. The man didn't even notice. He just scowled. "Strong one aren't you? The boss would be enraged if I killed you.." I was flat on my ass, staring at this douche bag. "But damn, you're just too much trouble.." He raised his gun again, aiming at my head. I froze, looking at his face. "Last words?" He chuckled, smugly. A red dot appeared on his temple. Now it was my turn to smile.