Moaning

If You Poke Me Again You Are A dead Man!

The guy didn't listen to his friends at all. The poking resumed. And I swear if he doesn't stop this guy could lose his finger. Pretty sure that he will miss that finger.  After a couple more pokes, I started to feel odd. It felt unnatural. I felt the warning building up. I tried to stop it. But that felt even odder to do. I felt natural and like it was apart of my instincts to do. 

Suddenly, my eyes flew open and I am sitting up growling at the guy. The next thing I know I have him under me and I am currently going with my rage. Now I am poking him in the face and scream at him, If you poke me again you are a dead man! With the guy under me probably peeing himself. The other two people are in the background do who knows what. 

Well, one is armed. considering that there is suddenly a gun literally against my head. I give a growl for a warning, but it doesn't work.  The gun is poked once again against my head. This time I just want to give in to my instincts and go mad on them. But considering that I want to live. I ease up very slowly from the guy. While there is still a gun at my head, I can feel the warning growl. I probably won't stop till it is gone. Everything is going to fast. I was only just sleeping why the hell do people want to mess with me, in the living and the dead.

The guy is still on the floor, my guess is that he is too scared to move even though I can't do anything at the moment. In the corner of my eye, the guy with the gun starts to walk backward. While the chick is passed out on the floor. I wonder when that happened. 

Now that they are a good distance away from me. I can clearly see them. The chick who is currently still knocked out has a black hair pixie cut, with blue streaks. She is pretty pale for a living person. Hell, I lived in the streets and I am darker than her. The guy that was on the floor crawled over towards the chick and starts to shake her. it doesn't work for him until he slaps her. SMACK! It seemed like it echoed across the room. The dude with the gun is looking at the pixie chick with a look that says are you for real. I kinda want to facepalm myself for the pore guy. 

The guy on the floor has short dirty blond hair. with a braided ponytail on top.... almost like a Viking thing, whatever it is; he is pulling it off. I like it,  the blue eyes. I am swimming in them. 

The one with the gun looks almost the same as blue eyes. Twins. They are twins.  This twin has the same colored hair except his hair is long down towards his shoulder. The faces seem the same but different colored eyes. They seem like a hazel. 

It's quiet, too quiet. I come out of my thinking brain and see that all three of them are staring at me.  They seem to be in shock. Maybe I should say something. 

Want to know what I said! I kinda want to laugh just thinking about it.