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Setosorcerer Chapter 2

"Now you see, Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, I have you transportation to Alaska, just as I had promised." I smirk, and the two stare at me happily.

"However, I only have one ticket." The happy smiles on the old couple fades immediately, and a wicked grin spreads over my face at the revelation.

"Then, how are we going to get to Alaska together? We've been together for 40 years sir, we won't be separated now!" Mr. Jenkins protests, clearly unaware of the predatory look his wife was giving off.

"Well, I simply don't know what to tell you! Only one ticket was available, so you'll have to work it out between yourselves!" I chuckle when the husband turns towards his wife, only to be met with a dark purple scarf suddenly wrapped around his throat. Mrs. Jenkins pulls mercilessly, the two elders toppling onto the floor with the wife straddling the husband.

"Why... Martha?" Mr. Jenkins asks, losing air quickly.

"I've been alive 63 years John! I ain't dying now!" she answers, twisting the scarf sharply until a sharp 'CRAAAAACK!!!!' rang out throughout the room. While smiling, I reach behind the counter and grab my shotgun.

Mrs. Jenkins turns around, her eyes trailing to the gun. "What's that for?" she asks tentavily. I smile at her.

"Thanks for that; I was down to one shell." Without hesitation I pull the trigger, watching in a sadistic, blood-lusting glee as the bullet tore through her eye, the rest of her head caving in from the miniature explosion going off in her brain. The blood splatters everywhere, some of it splattering on the guards in the corners; none of them dared to flinch due to training that specified that flinching would be met with death.

"Clean this up." I order the guards, and they automatically get to work; one opening the door that led to my private rooms. I enter the password, smiling slightly as I typed it in.

(What was it, might you ask? It's YOSHI. Don't tell anyone! Or Seto-saurus will get you!)

I walk into the room, the banzai tree in the corner wrapping the vines on its branches around my silver laptop, carrying it over to me. I smile, petting the vines affectionately before grabbing the laptop and flopping on my bed; pulling up my hood to shadow my face before opening it and activating skype.

I click on the icon that showed a red 1, waiting for a second before someone that was definitely NOT Lawrenzo answered.

Go with it or call the intruder out...

"Lawrenzo? Is that you?" my voice asks, and my brain instantly catches up.

Whelp, decision made then.

The guy on the other side freezes, a large burlap sack in hand as he looks over at me like a deer in headlights.

"Yeah... it's me." he answers, and I barely keep down a growl and a cackle of insane laughter.

This motherfucker...

"You sound different, are you okay?" I ask, trying to keep the amusement down in my voice; nearly busting a gut when the guy on the other end makes an excuse of being sick and cops searching the building.

Fucker, I OWN the cops; your lying skills are in the negatives.

"Then what's that for then?" I ask, my eyes spotting the open safe and rage starting to tinge my eyesight red.

"And the safe... why is it open?" I ask, enraged chuckles starting to rack my body as anger and insanity overcome my mind slowly as I realized that thousands of dollars were about to go down the drain.