writing practice

thingy lmao

i am in a giving steve an actual personality mood but im afraid to make it actually nice i dont want him to be the next adam (for context for new readers at first adam was supposed to be main villian in my comic, which i changed after getting too attached to him)

this is also old and some of the info is outdated but once again i am reposting because hey writimg thats what i came here to do

steeb in a car vroom vroom

  "Ok." Steve said, hanging up the phone immediately. His conversations on the phone were always terse. He walked downstairs into the basement where he kept the hostages. Just kidding, its a normal basement. Digging into the pile of tools and stuff to get what Mike had requested, his old bat, he saw many of the old weapons him and his gang used before they hijacked the cult and stopped considering themselves to be only a gang.

  About five minutes later, Mike rolled over in the beat up 1991 toyota pickup he stole from his father after his death. Steve went outside and gave him the bat, to which Mike placed by his feet. Without a word, Steve hopped into the passenger seat. They had been through this stupid ritual before, so Mike sighed.

  "Where do you wanna go?" Mike asked in his pretty much iconic German accent. He hated always falling for this, but he still tried to remember that everytime they did do this, he almost always had fun. "Mias?"

  "Yeah sure.." Steve finally spoke up, repositioning himself in the old worn out seat. Mike pulled away from the very clear "No parking" sign on the sidewalk, while Steve finally put his seatbelt on. Murder was a law he could break and easily get away with, with all the dense forests around his residence, but a cop could see him without a seatbelt at anytime, so he wasnt gonna risk it. Either Mike actually cared about his own safety, or he had the same idea.

not gonna finish this wasnt going anywhere anyway