Hell-Borne

The Conversation

Keith looks at the photo of Adessa, he balls up his fists.

"She was a hottie." Alexandria says behind him, a cigarette between her fine manicured fingers and her alluring tattoos stood out.

"Have you told Domino about the girl?" Keith asks.

"He knows, people recorded him carrying that drunk pathetic girl. I honestly don't know what he sees in her."

"She's very feisty, even though she's not all the way strong she won't go down defenseless." Keith says.

"You think she can handle me?" She asks.

"I honestly don't know, people say Lyric has a past for having a really bad temper. Although she's goody two shoes now and too nice." Keith says, turning around.

"She needs to put up her hair, maybe show off some skin and have some sass."

"Lyric doesn't go in that crowd." Keith says.

"What do you mean?"

"She isn't ratchet or ghetto, she doesn't wear crop tops or yoga pants, she eats messily, doesn't let many guys into her life, she never fought on school grounds, and she doesn't twerk. No confidence and a very low self esteem." Keith says.

"Oh God...." Alexandra groans.

"Typically good girl." He translates.

Alexandra twerks at clubs, fights girls over guys, is extremely petty, she slept around for a deep and dark reason, she's a bully and she knows it.

"This isn't over, and when can I show up?" Alexandra asks.

"In case something happens to me, I don't need another visit to the hospital from Ace." Keith says.

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"Fuck.you." Ace says as Lyric beats him at the arcade.

"Trust me, I wouldn't do it to save my own life." Lyric says without looking from the screen. Ace gets closer to her.

"I know you're holding in every muscle not to pounce on me Lyric, admit it." He says.

"Ace, before you get kicked in the shin I'd advise you back away from my butt." Lyric says.

"It's fat." Ace says.

"Go to hell."

"Already been there." Ace says.

Lyric wins, more tickets sliding out the slot, she smirks at Ace.

"Who's the loser now?" She asks, Ace corners her.

"Apparently you." Ace says. Lyric rolls her eyes, she pushes him away.

"Come on Ace, I'm going to kick your ass in another game." Lyric says.

"The bet is on." Ace says, Lyric stops to see someone familiar, terrified, she takes a step back.

Why the hell is he here?

"Lyric....you know it's been a while." He says, his lips curve into a sinister smile, Ace gets in front of her.

"Jason." Ace growls.

"Ace." He says.

"You know each other?" Lyric asks, trying not to look scared.

"I kicked his ass a couple of times." Ace says. Jason growls, slamming his fist on the pinball machine, Lyric glares at him.

"Jason, there's kids here." Lyric warns.

"First of all, I let you win." Jason says, ignoring Lyric. Ace laughs.