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After I blew all my money on pixie blunts, angel dust, fairy dust, and devil’s dust, I wander the streets aimlessly with a severely intoxicated Jupiter who follows me far behind. He’s constantly bumping into humans, dogs, light posts, and me.
“You are an intrinsic- mm- a-” He consumed most of my angel dust, and now he can barely communicate. “You-” He falls onto me, putting his arm around my neck and pulling me close to him. Close enough that I can smell his cologne. “You lady D, y-y-you are- an intrinsic girl i-inn mu worlda.”
We went out to buy drugs from Jaded Night’s supplier five hours ago. Currently, it’s eleven twenty-two p.m.
Jupiter’s been high since then, and he hasn’t come down. I don’t think he will, at least not for another two days.
I am ′high.′ But that’s because I always have drugs in my system, and thanks to that, my tolerance is getting higher as well. Meaning I need to consume a lot more drugs to get the effects of that high so I can have some bliss. Currently, I’m not full of bliss. I’m just drowsy- partly because of my lack of sleep and because of the drugs.
“Elite Fashion Designers Mr. And Mrs. Pierce were found dead this morning. Mrs. Pierce was found dead in her limousine, as was her driver.”
I stop in front of the large broadcasting system.
Jupiter bumps into me again. “Ay, what happened?”
I put my finger up to my mouth, shushing him. “I want to listen.”
“To the news?” He burps. “Man, fuck the news!” He states before flipping off the news reporter.
“Mr. Pierce was found dead in his study. According to his young daughter, he’s been there for three days.”
Mr. Pierce’s daughter shows up with multiple heroes and officers surrounding her as they walk her out of her house. All comforting her, giving her food, and making sure she’s ok.
I light my blunt and take a hit.
“Sunny, do you know what happened?”
She looks up at them. “Daddy hasn’t come out of his room in three days, and I hear voices. I see people that aren’t there.”
I snicker.
I’m glad she believed what I told her.
“Poor Sunny, barely five years old, and she’s already gone through so much.”
I scoff.
It’s not like she witnessed her parents die, or worse, have to watch them suffer. They died and she didn’t even know it. Instead, here she is, being cared for by the same people who helped fuck my life up. I guess when your parents are rich, people see you as human- better than human. Meanwhile, when your parents are at the bottom of the fucking barrel, you deserve whatever comes your fucking way, right?
What a bunch of shit.
I take another hit, this time letting the smoke linger inside my mouth longer. I exhale, letting a cloud of smoke consume me.
“The deaths of Mr. And Mrs. Pierce are suspected to be murders. If you have any information, please call your local police department.”
The screen switches to a movie trailer.
“Pssh, I saw my first dead body when I was four. Rookie shit.” Jupiter comments.
“She didn’t see a dead body. She doesn’t even know that they’re dead.” At least as far as I know.
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The Gun For Hire's Bounty
Mystery / ThrillerTempest has no human bone in her body. She is devoid of all emotions, making her 'job' as a guns-for-hire easy- at least, that's what the heroes call it. She doesn't see it as a job but as a lifestyle. After all, that is all she's ever been surround...
