Y/Ns POV:Whilst on my romantic walk with my new druggie boyfriend, I heard a loud bang followed by a flash of green light. Szymon stopped in his tracks and grabbed my hand. "Y/N, we need to go, now!" Without giving me time to reply, he took of, dragging me with him.
We arrived back at the remains of the crack house. Szymon fell to his knees. "MOJA PIEPRZONA FABRYKA" he shouted. I reached down to him and wrapped my arms around his lanky body. He turned around and sobbed into my shoulder while I stroked his ratty hair. Suddenly there was a loud roar, and there stood, The Kokaina Krusher.
Szymons POV:
Y/n wrapped her arms around me as I sobbed into her shoulder. Her soft hands gently caressing my hair. She smells really nice. Then I heard it. The shriek of the infamous Kokaina Krusher. I turned my head and there he stood. This isn't real, the Kokaina Krusher is only a legend, how, why. I quickly pushed Y/N away and stood up. I saw in his eyes, the same look my arch nemesis Piotr would give me every time I walked by his room to go bang his sister.
I turned my head and glanced at Y/N, her shaking body jolted at my sudden movement. "Run Y/n" I said. She got up, looked me in the eyes and kissed me. There were tears filling her eyes. "You don't want to see this." I told her. She embraced me once again in her arms and whispered softly in me ear "I'm not leaving you, ever." My heart skipped a beat at her words. She's definitely the one. I didn't try to protest.
Our moment was cut short when the Kokaina Krusher threw a big bag of cocaine out of his Kokaina Katapult. I quickly transformed into the Weed Wizard and dodged his attack, carrying Y/N in my arms. "KURWA PRZESTAŃ UNIKAĆ MOICH ATAKÓW" Piotr/Kokaina Krusher shouted. I could smell is filthy fucking breath from her. Jesus Maria.
I hid Y/N behind a bush and ran back out to the car park to kill Piotr once and for all. I snapped my fingers and vines of weed came gushing out of my back like wings. I flew into the air and threw my Weed Whips at him. The Kokaina Krusher fell backwards holding onto his eye. I used my Weed Wings to fly over to his fat head. However, mid flight, he launched another bag of cocaine from his hands at me. It hit my Weed Wings and I went flying back into the rubble of the warehouse.
I heard Y/N shriek as she saw the Kokaina Krusher making its way to me.
Piotr/Kokaina Krushers POV:
I made my way over to Szymon. My fat feet sent shockwaves through the ground each step I took. I grabbed Szymon by his collar and lifted him up into the air. I leaned in closely to check if he wa alive, he's not breathing. A smirk crept onto my face, I win. I dropped Szymon out of my hands and made my way over to his ugly slut of a girlfriend, Y/N
She quivered as I made my way to her. Just before I could reach the bush she was hiding behind I felt something go right through my chest. It was him. It was the Weed Wizard. He pulled out his Weed Wand from my chest and I fell to the ground, vodka pouring out of my chest. This was it, I was dying.
I gave up, closed my eyes, and I let the light take meY/Ns POV:
I ran to Szymon, there was blood pouring from each limb. He fell to the ground, blood now pouring. I cradled his body and pressed my soft hand against his cold face. He was dying, I couldn't do anything to save him. He reached for my hand and weakly smiled at me. "I'm sorry" he says. Tears start streaming down my face. "I-I-it's o-okay" I whisper to him. He looks at me, one last time.
"I love you Y/N, please, never forget me"
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