Sometimes bad things happen to those who are good. On rare occasions, good things happen to those who were bad. Angie was trapped in the middle of being good & bad. Was she afraid? Hell no. Was she intrigued? Hungry to understand her new form? Oh, that's precisely what she was. Hungry. The hunger striked her so hard, she didn't care about the coincidences.
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"Let's chat." Angie spoke challengingly as she sat on the metal chair and she allowed her fingers to lace around the pack of smokes.
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"So you think you're big & bad, eh?" Angie questioned, brow arching sharply at the man sitting across from her. "I think you should watch your mannerisms, Miss Rowe." The mysterious man dressed in black barked at Angie. Angie hissed slightly as she took a long simmering drag of her cigarette before commenting back. "I'll show you big and bad. If you really want to play that game." "I don't want you to do /anything/ but listen to my offer. It's a very simple business transaction. You do as I say; when I want it done, how I want it and nobody gets hurt. Capeesh?"
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"I don't capeesh such disgusting, crude, belligerent behavior. And if you /thought/ for just a milo second that I would take your offer." Angie paused swiftly before laughing while simultaneously shaking her head. "You can just fuck off now."
& with that, the man grumpily pushed out of his chair and turned on his heel, leaving Angie to her cancerous cigarette. Angie sat back with a grin plastered upon her face. "I should've torn him to shreds." She mumbled to herself. — Later that night, Angie found herself laying in her bedroom next to her sister. "Do you trust me, Fran?" "Why wouldn't I trust you?" "I'm not going to elaborate my situation to you. I just need to know you trust me." "What's going on?" Fran sat up swiftly as she found herself feeling suddenly worried about her older sister. "I'm slipping these pills into my system and I don't want to hear a damn peep. That is trust."
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"You shouldn't be taking pills! Why do you have them? Don't take them. What's going on with you, Angie?" Fran grew more frantic "Oh relax! They're just to calm my nerves and by the way..."
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