Volume 12

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The day had practically turned to night by the time we were done. Blood, sweat, and some other unmentioned fluids covered the floor in puddles. Afterwards we decided to finally eat something, though most of the food in the house had gone bad and since neither of us could go shopping without getting arrested we had to make due. It wasn't a problem though as I was made aware that my new body is able to break down toxins and even mold spores so I can eat all the rotten and or expired food I want without getting sick. That of course doesn't do anything for the flavor though but at this point I wasn't about to complain. Neither of us were pro chef's but put together two mediocre chefs and given them (what would have been) top notch ingredients and you get a half decent meal. Tonight's dinner was poutine (made with decomposing potatoes, high quality canned gravy, and over ripened Brie) and flame grilled venison (found him in the foyer the other day). It wouldn't be much longer before we'll have to leave this place behind. Might be our last home cooked meal too. 7 days wasn't enough, and as much as I wanted to make those rich bastards pay I wouldn't mind just staying like this, especially with Muvere. They'd only experienced being human for almost a week now but they deserved so much more. It's not fair. 
No, I can't start thinking about that now. We're going to make it out of this alive and we're gonna do all the cool human shit together. But first we'd need to take care of the other tower representatives first. There's no telling what they'll do when or if they find us. No, I guess maybe I should say until they find Muvere of course. Most likely those big wigs don't really care about Mr. Vulcanstien's bastard child. Still I can't let that happen. I won't let it happen. I don't remember where but there was a file in one of the rooms, the other representatives would all be meeting at some fancy hotel. I guess it could be fine to crash the party. Now all that needs to be decided is what to wear.

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