Hello my sexy sons of bitches!
New chapter, comin' right up!
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Blacksuits. Hundreds of them. Surrounding me, their silver eyes glinted with evil and their shark grins geting wider every second.
And then, a scream. I'd know that scream anywhere, it was my Emelyn's. I furrowed my eyebrows, the dream world dissolving into light. I groaned, rubbing my eyes.
"Fucking hell, Emelyn! Don't kick me while i'm driving you whore!"
"It's not my fault, i'm nervous you cockslut!" I heard Donovan and Emelyn fighting before realizing that I was taking up the whole backseat. I tilted my head, a smirk forming on Donovan's face as he looked at me through the rearview mirror.
"Pink Floyd's awake." I heard him chuckle before I raised an eyebrow. /Pink Floyd?/ I thought to myself, /Who in the hell?" Emelyn laughed, which sounded like a high pitched baby-donkey braying, but still, it was unique, in a really weird fucked up sort of way. Donovan continued to speak.
"Ever few minutes in your sleep, you'd yell out shit like 'I DON'T NEED NO EDUCATION YOU SHITS'," He paused, shaking with laughter, "And 'NO I DONT WANT ANY SWEET TEA THANK YOU THOUGH!' fucking cracked me up, Al." I frowned before laughing; I usually don't talk in my sleep. I soon noticed a soft whimper coming from the backseat, and that Arabelle wasn't here.
"Where's Ara?" A loud cry was heard from the backseat.
"She.. She and Simon got.. Taken." Emelyn barely even whispered, her head down. Donovan kept his eyes on the road, yet tears were threatening to take a long stroll down his cheeks.
"What?!" I almost yelled, sitting up before feeling a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down, only to see a hugh chunk of my skin missing on my shin. It was disgusting, but it felt somewhat nice to see the nectar working to fix it up, giving me a layer of new, indestructable skin there. I grinned that sinister sharks grin, my eyes glowing a dull silver. Donovan snapped me out of my trance.
"Al, Al, wake up, earth to Alexander the giant." I snickered a little bit before Donovan spoke again.
"Arabelle and Zee were captured by the blacksuits that you didn't.. You know.. Kill. They said that the Warden would be happy to see at least two of us again and that those two were his perfect specimens." I frowned. Zee and Arabelle were taken back to Furnace, back to hell. I ran a hand theough my hair. "And you didn't go after them?! Why is Simonn still in the back?!"
"Al, babe, he's not in the back."
"Oh fuck me, the /very/ back."
"OH! Yeah, he didn't want to be seen crying." Emelyn kept her head down, and I could see tears rolling down her cheeks as she rested her head on the window, curling into a ball. I looked at Donovan, who was crying as well.
"Hey, Alex?" He asked.
"Yeah?" I said, my head glued to the nectar, fixing that hunk of burned-off skin.
"You remember when Ara sang for us?" He bit his lip, holding in cries.
"Yeah, I do."
"Yeah. She sang my favorite song.. You know, the one where we showed the blacksuits that we weren't going to give in to them?"
"The Imagine Draco band?"
"It's Imagine Dragons." Donovan said, frowning before fixing his dreadlocks, which were now in tiny, untidy braids, which I'm sure was the work of Emelyn.
"As I was saying," he sighed, "She was amazing. She was so shy about singing it at first, and even though her voice cracked on a few notes, I still thought that.. That her voice could make everything better, Alex." I listened to him, as I had nothing to say. "You don't... You don't even understand. When she sang that I had the urge to just wrap my arms around her delicate body and never let go. If I had the money, I swear to my great uncle Tyrone's grave that I would buy that girl a ring and we would get married." He finished, "And now that will probably never fucking happen, because- GET OUT OF THE GOD DAMNED ROAD YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE!" He interrupted himself to yell at this guy who was sitting in a chair, blowing an airhorn at the car.
"Oh hell naw!" Donovan yelled, getting out of the car. The guy just kept blowing the airhorn until Donovan was right up in front of him. Quickly, he smacked the can out of the boy's hand. I laughed a bit as he continued to yell at the guy.
"MY GOD DAMNED GIRLFRIEND, THE LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE IS BEING SLOWLY KILLED ALONG WITH MY FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND AND YOU ARE SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING STREET BLOWING A GOD DAMNED AIR HORN IN MY FACE-"
"Nigga I wasn't even in yo fa-" Donovan interrupted him, reeling back and punching the guy in the face. He stood up and ran off, crying "MOMMY, MOMMY MY NOSE IS BLOODY!" I smirked as Donovan got back into the car.
"That crackuh interrupted my fuuin' story." He spoke, slurring his words slightly. I guess that's not just something you do when you're drunk. I nodded slowly before sitting back ithe seat. I heard Donovan yelp out, his voice high as Emelyn kicked him, yelling out herself.
"God damnit Emelyn." Donovan mumbled irritably. I smiled a bit before feeling a sharp pain in my head, like my brain was about to fall out of my skull.
[[It's a month into the war. I'm broken, bruised and bloody in many places. My eyes are now a permanent silver as I stand up, my arm, which is in the shape of a hook, swinging. I see a figure. I hunch over on allfours, teeth jetting out of my mouth in all different ways as I begin to run towards the figure, yelling out a war cry and hearing multiple behind me. 'No,' I wanted to yell at them, 'This one's mine and mine only.' ]]
I screamed out. "STOP THE CAR!"
Donovan quickly stopped the car, Emelyn flying forward as I dashed to get outside, breathing heavily. Once I was outside I began to puke, anything that would come out of my system, which was basically bile and phlegm. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at my right hand. No hook. I wanted to know how that vision came into my head, and I wanted to know now, but I knew somehow that the time would come for me to know. I continued to cry, sobs racking through my body. Donovan placed a hand on my back, hitting it softly to let the rest of my phlegm out.
"Alex, what happened?"
"It-It's a war...."
"Alex, what are you talking about?"
"A WAR, DONOVAN!" I yelled out, standing up. I tower over him by about a foot because of the height that was put into me by those freaks of nature. I put my hands on his shoulders. "A GOD DAMNED WAR, CAN'T YOU SEE?! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE AND THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT!"
"Alex, calm down!" He spoke. I took deep breaths, calming down. He sighed. "You're going crazy, Al. You know that?" He myttered under his breath.
But I wasn't crazy.
Oh no.
I wasn't crazy, and there's a war coming to prove it.
