The last Soul Snatcher

Chapter Eight

chapter Eight

"General this is Samantha Perry, the Soul Snatch." Darren introduced Sam to a short, stubby man. He had a scruffy beard and beady green eyes. He squinted at Sam closely.

"Ahem, it's nice to finally meet you sir." Sam greeted politely.

"Bah! Don't patronize me girl." He barked in his thick Irish accent, "I know yer not even glad to be here no ever is because who would be happy when their running away from their own lives."

"Hey! I came didn't I? And because I came, obviously I'd be grateful. If you can't even respect that I could leave."

"And risk your live?" He grunted.

"Better than being around disrespectful brutes like you old man." Sam hissed.

Darren's faced paled, "Of course she doesn't actually mean that."

"Like hell I do!"

The generals face went blanked. Than after a few heart beats he chuckled, "I like you already nothing would be able to bring this wild fire down."

Darren laughed nervously.

"It's really is great to have yer here. Really. The last Soul Snatcheh eh. We're just glad yer here. If those damn Mutations got you, all hell would've broke loose."

"Yeah, I'm glad I'm here too."

Darren and Sam sat on the black couches in front of a friendly fire.

"Because we're around Irish people do you think you'll get your accent back?" Sam asked.

"Are you crushing on the General because of his accent?" Darren smiled.

"Hell no. I just think Irish accent are sexy. Or any accents for that matter."

"Your a silly girl." Darren laughed.

"I think it went very well. Don't you?" Sam said and leaned into his shoulder.

"Yeah, you defiantly kicked him in the ass. Though prepare for a life time of bickering between you too now." Darren chuckled.

"I think I can handle him." She smiled.

"I know your hard headed enough."

"Hey!"

"But I like you anyways." He kissed same on the forehead.

"That's better." She grinned up at him and pecked his lips.

"Ahem." Adam coughed.

Sam leaned over the couch, "Need some love too?" She made a kissy face at him mockingly.

"Bleh, no. I can't kiss grumpy trolls." He scoffed.

"Whoa grumpy troll? That's it buddy." Sam said and she rolled up her white Chanel sleeves. She rolled half way over the couch when Darren caught her.

"Hey now, no fighting already?" He was trying to keep a straight face.

"But, Darren! He called me a grumpy troll." Sam whined.

"Yeah but your a sexy grumpy troll." Darren winked.

"I honestly don't know what to say to that." Sam laughed and bopped him on the head with the couch pillow. Darren rolled her over to pin her down. She screamed in laughter and fright.

"Alright guys cool the sex to a minimum." Adam said.

"Asshole." Sam muttered.

As Adam was sitting at the table dealing cards to himself he said, "I heard that."