Most people get warning bells when things are about to get worse. Nope not Maxine. Instead she gets a blaring tv and a stranger sweet talking about her dead mother.
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"Well, look who's showing some spunk? I feel so proud of you!" Maxine swatted Colt on the back of the head. "Can it, asshole." Maxine froze as she realized what she just did. Cautiously she looks over to him. Quiet laughter bubbles out of Colt mouth.
"Yes ma'am!! Let's get this done before the school day is over. Also, don't bring me into your school drama rama again. Maxine nervously brushes her fingers through her stressed hair as the sun beats down on her reddening face. "What are you waiting for?"
Colt coaxes the window open, allowing for him and Maxine to enter Britiana's room. "What is our theme? Demon summoning or sacrificial ritual? Maybe, a hint of sewer kingdom. It would go good with all this ghastly pink." His grey eyes flitted across the room as if he really were considering how 'good' it would work.
"Let's do everything. Plus, miss queen bee has a fear of rats." The end of his lip curls up into a devious smirk. "Beautiful," he softly uttered before he set to work adding a wonderful chaotic element to the room.
She set up the pig while Colt nailed the rats to the ceiling. "Don't puke Maxine. You can't to leave any DNA in here, I won't be helping you unless it interferes in my plans." Maxine slaps her hands to her cheeks and say, "aww, you're so nice!"
"I know right!" He exclaims and mimics a dramatic hair flip. "What if we point a shotgun with blanks at the door?" Colt points a devilish smirk at her. The second Maxine eyes flash elsewhere he loads the shotgun with actual pellets. It didn't seem like they took a long time 'redecorating' the room.
The smell of rot permeates the air, a cut-up pig laid on the bed, soaking the sheets in blood. Looking freshly slaughtered. Rats swung from the high ceiling, blood still dripping from their nailed in tails, pentagrams carved onto their tiny chests. A paintbrush on the corner of the dresser, it's brush tips soaked in pig blood, closet door hanging open, clothes painted sloppily in crimson, and a shotgun ready to fire blank *cough* pellets *cough* as soon as the door opens. Sorry about that everyone... Anywho...
"Now don't Forget you owe me one." Colt winks promising something challenging and wicked which, will be deliciously so.
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"Where's Britiana?" Christine swung around on a wobbly heel, platinum blonde hair flying. Red veins stuck out on her pastel blue eyes. Maxine sneered in satisfaction. "Stay away from me you freak!" A manic smile graces Maxine's face. "Why thank you," she says with a bow. Within the shadows, not too far behind Maxine is Colt gleaming. Because unbeknownst to Maxine, she's turning out to be more of a daughter of Darkness than Colt could ever hope for.
"Do you know why you were called here Ms. Snider?" Principal Rogers sat behind his desk with a police officer next to him. His usually cheery face was nastily wrenched into an angry one. "No, sir." Colt made sure to teach Maxine to kiss ass whenever possible even if you don't like the person.
According to him 'you'll need someone but, it'll be best if you don't need anyone.' "We were told by Ms. Watkin's friends that you had a grudge against her?" Life lesson sixty-nine (you'll hear multiple versions of this one because Colt just likes to say sixty-nine), from Colt, is to never admit anything. Not even your own name a quarter of the time. He claims it worked for him once...
"I never really talked to her." The adults in the room gave each other knowing looks. "She passed away yesterday evening by a shotgun that was rigged in her bedroom door. Shotgun pellets straight to her stomach... No one heard it. No one was able to get there in time." So that's why, Colt told me to feign remorse. That bastard, Maxine thought as she tears up.
"Who would do that!?" She asked sounding horrified. They didn't tell her much and she kept on lying smoothly. Also being the evil brainiac she is, she memorized everything they told her so that she is less likely to slip up. She's determined to not get in trouble for a murder she didn't do.
"I want to cash in my deal." His voice flows out in a sickly sweet tone from behind a street lamp Maxine JUST walked by and didn't see him there. She angrily turns on her heel, grinding the sole of her shoe against the cracked sidewalk. "You want your fucking favor!? What is wrong with you?"
He slowly struts up to her, proud and regal. Eating up space between them quickly.
"Everything! Haven't you learned yet? Or do I need to remind you of the little playdate we had not too long ago?" He said softly, just barely breaching Maxine's personal space bubble.
"Don't worry little boo you won't get in any trouble as long as you continue to lie as smoothly as you did in what that man called an office." Maxine balked at him. It surprised her, creeped her out, and somehow made her feel better. Since she didn't even know he was there then how is she supposed to know whenever he's around? At least if something were to happen he hopefully would have stopped it. Hopefully. Maxine let her anger go into a 'bank', so when she can kick Colt's ass she'll have a 'reason' to. Plus, there's no use in wasting energy that can be well spent.
"Whatever. What's the damn favor?" Colt does a dry chuckle, pretending he's amused. "Just because we were cool earlier doesn't mean you can talk to me in that damn way," his voice turned into a growl very quickly.
This of course is another test. Colt doesn't really give a shit about how Maxine talks to him. If he wanted she'd be laying dead on the ground right now.
To him, that's how little her opinion matters to him. Basically how he views most people's opinions. Maxine's spine straightens at the sense of danger not knowing whether to stand up for herself or run. Maxine knows this is a trick question. Sadly for her, it's too late she has already failed. Due to indecisiveness.
"You disappointed me so now naturally I have to make that favor you owe me back-breaking." He shook his head and disappeared. Colt found that she's constantly looking for someone to guide her. Maxine is a lot like a child. Disappointment in her can break her heart and that almost did.
A/N: Sorry it's a day late and a dollar short. Double updates as apologies!
