chapter 8: sold my soul for rock and roll

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Kevin POV

I woke up in a room that was dark and damp and smelt like. . . Like . . . Well I don't want to say cause all of you are going to start making assumptions. It's not what you think that I think that you think I was going to say.

Well after my dirty thoughts came and went I saw Murdoc appear at the table with a black trenchcoat and sunglasses. He was smiling his evil smile except the sunglasses were covering his eyes and I could see if he was smirking or genuinely smiling at me. The Murdoc (I guess if it was him or not) was he a red pill and a purple pill (hah, got you) in one hand. What was this, the matrix.

"You're awake ms. Kevin, come, please, sit," Murdoc pats a seat next to him and starts grinning. I have a bad feeling about this.

I sat in the chair next to him quietly and as he swiveled in his swivel chair I began to regret ever making him angry to the point of having him chloroform me. Oh why me.

"What's the deal Murdoc," I asked angrily.

"I am not Murdoc, but we have no time, you must choose your fate, red or violet," 'not Murdoc' asks me.

"Uh that's purple," I added.

"Violet, purple, what's the - WHY THE FUCK AM I ARGUING WITH YOU ON WHICH COLOR THESE FUCKING PILLS ARE, PICK. A FUCKING. COLOR,"

"So which does one do. . .,"

"Pick. One ," 'Murdoc' grunts while pulling on my collar fiercely.

"Okay, okay," I pick up the red pill and the purple pill and shove both in my mouth. The Murdoc who wasn't looked at me and smirked.

The last thing I heard was the not Murdoc say that I must be looking for an adventure and as he did I passed out. (Yeah I seem to be doing a lot of that lately)

(Sorry I've been gone for a while this is how short are my chapters might be for a while, sorry)

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