Quick Note: It has been over a year since I have last updated this. Hope it's still as good. Okie dokie artichokie.
As Southmuir gazed across the glistening glade towards the opposite line of trees, she felt her heart quicken and her ass clench.
"Why have you brought me here?" She asked, without taking her eyes off of the enemy down below.
"We can tell yorr once it's done," Naz giggled and kicked Southmuir square in the back, making her go flying out of the helicopter.
Southmuir hit the grass with a diabolical thud and Northmuir cackled.
She was within spitting distance now. (She spat at Southmuir just to check #verifiedsource).
"What do you what from me, you big steaming shit?" Southmuir gasped, face still in the grass.
But Northmuir didn't say anything. Instead, she stomped on Southmuir's back, breaking her ribs and then tied her up.
"Ouchie!" Southmuir said, a single tear drop cascading from her freakishly blue orb.
"That's what you get for.... I dunno... being my enemy. Yeah. Being my enemy. That's a good enough reason for me to kill you," Northmuir said, grabbing the gun off of the nearest one of her gang members and pointing it square at Southmuir's chest.
"Noooo, p-p-pwease don't shoot ," Southmuir said, hiding the pain those words brought to her broken heart. She felt so emo but society wouldn't let her be sad. Last time she wore black a kid punched her and then cried and then called the police on her for making him cry.
"Give me one good reason," said Northmuir.
"I make absolutely banging scran," said Southmuir immediately.
Northmuir considered this for a moment. "Ok, I won't kill you."
"Yay!" Said Southmuir.
"Yet...." Finished Northmuir, lurking creepily back into the tree line.
"Ok you can untie me now," said Southmuir once Northmuir had left, looking up at her gang of 5 grown people, all with David Attenborough masks hiding their features.
"No," the one with the most rippling abs growled, "You are still our Alpha's prisoner." And he pulled a potato sack over Southmuir's head.
Southmuir had no clue where she was going. Mainly because she couldn't see with the bag on her head and partly because her contact lenses had popped out from the force of when the muscled David Attenborough had grabbed her round her waist and hoisted her up over his shoulder.
She could feel that they were going at quite a speed though, and soon she was taken inside and sat down on a grimy sofa. The bag was ripped off her head and bright lights hurt her head with pains on par with that of being hit by a mega bus.
"Ouchie," she said again, this time to herself.
Northmuir was standing in front of her, watching her getting tied down to the sofa by Muscles. Northmuir had had an outfit change and was now wearing a leather biker jacket, skinny, ripped black jeans and a red top with a skull and the words 'Death is my bro' written on it. She was wearing sexy black heels and her long, burgundy hair was in a high ponytail with the end sharpened into a spike with hair gel.
"Woah, that thing looks like a safety hazard," remarked Southmuir, staring at Northmuir's hair.
"No." Said Northmuir, who moved in closer to Southmuir, "now, just for saying that about my hair, I want yours all chopped off."
"What?! I hardly said anything!" Protested Southmuir.
"Well, just be thankful it's your hair and not your hands I want chopped off," Northmuir did the splits so violently that her jeans ripped.
Southmuir just stared in awe.
"What?" Northmuir asked sassily, "the new rip adds to the aesthetic." She then strutted away, leaving, Southmuir, Muscles, and another talk David Attenborough behind her.
But as soon as Northmuir had left the room, Muscles and Tall Boy feel to the floor.
"Oh shit, you guys ok?" Southmuir asked.
"Shush Southmuir, I've come to get you out of here," came the response from a voice behind her.
