What A Clown...

30] 3-2-1?

Okay this Chapter has some stuff that may disturb other readers. Not like a sex scene but like a murder scene...READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

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I woke up with his arms around me. I felt sore all over, it was a good sore though.

"Ey you up?" I asked as he nuzzled into my neck. "No..." He said and I looked down at my self. I saw a red smudge at my shoulder and touched it.

I lifted up the covers and saw I was full of red smudges. "I look like I'm full of polka dots." I said looking at him That had nearly all his paint off.

"Oops" He muttered and chuckled into me. "Are you tired?" I asked and he nodded. "See I told you..." I said and turned around with a smile. "Well at least I'm not the only sore one." I said and he chuckled.

"Maybe its the Masochist in me but its satisfying." He said resting his chin on my shoulder. "Thats what I was thinking." I said and laughed as he sat up. I sat up and picked up my t-shirt.

"You ripped it." I said holding the threw pieces in my hand. "It was in the way...stupid shirt." He said with his back facing me. My eyes widened as I looked at his back.

"Freaking hell" i said and scooted over to him. "What?" He asked and I ran my hand over the huge scratch marks on his back. "They look like they hurt, damn...Your backs full of scratc- they look bad. God im sorry." I said.

"Hehe...never had these before...I didn't think you cut to deep." He said feeling them with his hand. "Thats gonna leave a mark..." I muttered putting bits of my clothes on.

"But scars are trophies to treasure from your accomplishments." He said to me and I looked at him. "Way the go at throwing my own words at me." I said and stood up and walked to the bathroom.

I looked at my self in the mirror and my eyes widened. "What the hell did you do to me, Jack?" I muttered wiping my mouth. "Well you don't have bite marks and scratches." He said walking behind me.

"I do..." I said looking at the one over my scar. "Wow im Good." He said and I rolled my eyes. "Me too." I said looking at the ones on his neck. He turned around and saw his back and his eyes widened in amusement.

"Id like to see Seline scratch better than this." He said and I washed my face and saw the red go down the drain. "Well I guess I need another shower...out." I said and he let out a groan.

"You need to get ready to...Ill see you down stairs." I said and pushed him out of the bathroom and locked it.

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"Thanks a lot." I muttered to him looking at myself in the giant hallway mirror. "I like to mark whats mine..." He said as I pulled up my collar.

"Like wise." I said rubbing his back as I turned around and got my gun. I went down stairs and checked the dryer for all the money. "Why did you wash this money? It wasn't drugged it was robbed." He said.

"Just because I like to have clean money...Im joking its because it smelled like weed and gasoline." I said getting a stack of it and putting it in a counter.

"Anyways there is going to be a press conference then I am going to make a fundraiser for the high school. After that im going to help the GCPD catch the penguin because that fat goose owes me 20 pounds worth of cigars." I said