A/N(*"I know I haven't written anything for the undercover school story for a while... BUT I don't have any ideas for that story at the moment 'help'. This is a pretty short chapter so sorry... but have fun reading feel free to comment 'as always' ha i'd make a horrible youtuber XD "please like and subscribe! click the red button in the corner if you haven't already" XD... this is a sad picture, I laughing at myself right now...
also if you forget WARNING I do curse, so my apologizes! Adios for now!"*)
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Normally I'd turn around and glare at him, but at this point I really didn't care. I just need something to keep my mind awake, from not slipping into a dark unconsciousness and helpless world full of pain.
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"whatcha you guys playing?... oh bad hand Kazzy boy bad hand!" Slade said purposely, as he turned around a bellowed out a loud disturbing laugh. To be honest I thought it sounded like he was a hyena get murdered, but hey who am I to judge.
"we're playing cards Slade." Rocco spoke up as he saw an evil look placed on my face.
"you mean trying." I added in annoyed as usual, trying to point out to Slade that I did not feel like being messed around with. Slade just bellowed another obnoxious laugh while pulling up a seat beside me.
"Well Nico watcha waiting for? deal me in!" I instantly regret ever agreeing to play cards.
After a few rounds the guys and I started to get bored. So Slade though it would be fun if we upped this up a bit, as in start playing the game like actual poker. Other then just bidding on money, we bid on each others stuff as well. Well this is just great. What stuff would I bid in? All I have is my clothes which are obviously too small for them, and myself... that's it Myself! I thought debating my plan, although I wouldn't need it, I'll win anyways.
Rocco bet in his favourite two expensive pearl guns, I was surprised. He never used them until absolutely needed, let alone bid them off in a stupid game. Nico put in a special grisha amplifier necklace given from his grandma. Joran just gave in his two carved army knives. Slade on the other hand is too much of a Pussy to put something special in, so he just put one of the Ravkan guards he killed's gun in.
"What are you going to put in, pretty boy?" Rocco said curiously knowing I don't have much to put in, yet. I looked over at Slade he showed a stupid smirk as in, he wants me to forfeit. But not today "myself." I simply said leaning back in my seat while tilting my head to the side, narrowing my eyes at them.
"yourself? How is that gonna work kid?" Slade said trying to act smart.
"When I mean myself. I mean you get my knowledge, my skills, my connections, and my... loyalty." Yes, yes I know I stuttered the last bit. But seriously loyalty to Slade? I might as well be his servant and wipe his ass for him. On the other hand Rocco, Joran, and Nico was just as surprised as Slade. To be honest, for my own sake I hope I win.
After a few rounds of many tiring games. We decided to take a break, Rocco and them went to go stretch their legs to take a smoke. Slade and the drunks when to go drink more and get food. I on the other hand walked or 'limped' in my case, over to the side of the ship to breath. Since we've been playing poker for hours on end, the stars and the moon thought it was time to take over the yet clear and still breathable sky.
Unlike ketterdam where only the thick dense pollution takes over. So thick that sometimes you can hardly see the beautiful night sky, at least I think it's beautiful.
Stars trying desperately to break through the cloud of filth sweeping over the city, let alone country. People who live in Ketterdam are usually immune to the harsh pollution, or the thick dense tar like air circling around the country, somewhat like a protected dome shielding our city from the outside. Or a warning for new people coming into the city. 'death awaits, or Welcome to the gates of hell'... or if you're like me 'welcome to your home, that you try to leave but can't cause you have a weird bond to this city... you're shackles only go so far, your never leaving.'
I look down at the rough sea, which was my own mistake. Griping the railing of the ship for my own sanity, closing my eyes trying not to fall in the rough freezing waters. I thought I saw something in the water, something familiar too familiar 'I'm so sorry Kazzy, so sorry.' I hear someone say faintly. I open my eyes regretting it instantly as I'm still looking down at the waters. Then I see a figure coming up to the surface, as it comes closer I'm horrified to find the mysterious figure is none only then my brother, "Jordie!" I whisper uncontrollably to myself.
Looking at his ghostly pale sick face. His own spotted plagued skin and flesh ripping away from his body leaving bone. The tissue of his hands and feet are still black just like the plague had left him. I'm left frozen, staring right into his eyes. I can feel my own blood escaping my face, turning me more pale. My own bones shaking in my body. Knees weak, my arms are getting heaver, then sudden waves of dizziness combs through my body. My brain starts to panic eventually causing my body to give out. I hear footsteps rush over to me, yet I can't see who. "Boy! Boy! You good? Get up! GUYS HELP ME OUT OVER HERE!" I suppose Rocco was the one to rush over to me and yell. I hear I other commotion going on around me yet I can't do anything. Then all goes blank.
A/N(*"I surprisingly don't have much to say at the ending, since i said everything^ up there!... but hoped you like it and, leave a vote or a comment and i'll give you a free M&M!..........
jk but if you did vote or leave a comment, i'll at least send a picture of one to you...some how??? Adios Amigos that's it from me, by for now!
'disclaimer' i'm Canadian so I can say this...XD
Random person who live's off of stereotypes:"Wow Chase your so nice and polite! you're actually trying to give us an M&M!"
Me: "Well sorry if i was raised 'extremely polite' and offered you an M&M that you'l never get."
^Sorry i'm tired XD, and Canadian stereotypes bug me. Also i just need to rant, i guess anyways!
-sorry once again that was random.... k bye now 'eh' ... *leaves awkwardly*
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Six Of Crows
أدب الهواةSome random Ideas that I thought of... with the help from other amazing writers. I would explain what this is going to be about, but I guess your going to have to see... these might be one shots? Idk what to call them. Have fun!
