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Gone with the man in the long black coat

Apr 27, 2005 19:34

Just another fucking day. Another fucking day in the Cali State Penn and another fucking Bertha who wanted to throw down. What was it with these chicks? Didn't matter how many times I broke someone's wrist they always wanted to screw with me. One of these days my ass was gonna get jumped by about fifty of 'em and they were gonna get one up on me. ( Read more... )

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psycho_angelus April 30 2005, 05:04:03 UTC

I gave her one last look before following someone into the men's room. Didn't think she'd really do anything stupid while I was busy, but you never can tell. There were two people in the room and I took care of business while keeping an eye on them. One man left which gave me a chance to get my Faithy some new clothes. Should fit her, if I could tighten the belt enough ( ... )

wickedslayer April 30 2005, 05:21:40 UTC

The operator had just come on when his fingers latched onto the back of my neck and he snatched the phone out of my hand before hanging it up. So there went that plan, at least he thrust a pair of pants in my arms. Holding onto them, I noticed a little spot of blood on them as he hauled me out of the building by the back of my neck. He pushed me up the hill again before I held onto his wrist and yanked myself out of his grip ( ... )

psycho_angelus April 30 2005, 05:33:24 UTC

She was going to pay when we stopped. I'd make her fucking scream and beg by the time I was done. Wondered if she'd had the chance to call anyone before I came out of the bathroom. If they knew I was here, that could put a real dent in all my fun. The way she smiled made me want to slap it right off her face, but at the moment we had to get the hell out of here ( ... )

wickedslayer April 30 2005, 05:41:34 UTC

Rolling my eyes I picked up the wad of bills he'd thrown onto my lap. Carefully I unfolded all the cash and began to count it as he stared at the road. Bill after bill, and my eyes glanced up at him to make sure he was givin' the road his full attention. Good. Last thing I needed was Psycho boy to be payin' attention to me. Bein' extra stealthy I put forty bucks in the other pocket before folding the bills up again and tossing them on the seat between us ( ... )

psycho_angelus April 30 2005, 06:11:45 UTC

That was more than enough money. We drove in silence for a while, which was fine with me because every time she opened her mouth, I tended to get pissed off. One of these times I was just going to snap and she'd end up missing a body part. Turned on the radio but that horrible song he liked so much was playing and I quickly shut it off again. No way would I ever listen to 'Mandy' ever again. I swear the only reason he played it so much was to drive me insane ( ... )

prodigal_slayer April 30 2005, 06:19:51 UTC

A small snicker escaped my lips as he turned on the radio and Mandy came blaring through the speaker system. Angel admitted to me a few times that he had a serious jones for Barry Manilow. Must kill his evil twin that Soul Boy liked the power ballads. He shot a look at me and I quickly looked away again concentrating on my cigarette. Wasn't too long before he pulled off an exit into a small town. Looked there were hardly a couple hundred people livin' here. Most of it was all desert, stretching across the ground ( ... )

psycho_angelus April 30 2005, 06:38:04 UTC

This food? Sucked. How could people stand to eat this? The fries weren't bad, but how in the hell could they call this a hamburger? It wasn't even an inch thick! But I was hungry and wolfed it all down, taking a few swallows from my coke while Faith picked at her own food. Looked like her high was totally gone now. Bummer. She was a lot more fun when she was wasted ( ... )

prodigal_slayer April 30 2005, 06:44:14 UTC

The place we pulled up in front of looked wicked sketchy. Hell no. I ain't goin' inside there with him. Tie me to the bed? Dream on, psycho. Maybe I'd lost my powers and he had the upperhand now? But I'd always been a fighter, always went down kickin' and screamin' and came back up swingin'. Just the way I'd always been. No way was I gonna let this happen to me. Bettin' he wouldn't even let me live through the night if I played nice girl and cooperated. But nice girl? So wasn't my thing, ya know? Sides it was about high time Angelus got a taste of his own damn medicine. He busted me out for a reason, must be because he wanted to wake up the inner sleeping psycho. Maybe I'd let him take a sneak peek ( ... )

psycho_angelus April 30 2005, 07:01:48 UTC

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! That bitch fucking stabbed me! I stared down at my leg in shock, watching the blood start to stain my pants. And it hurt! She took off running, and I looked around the car for something to try and stop the bleeding Found a bandana in the back steet. Guess that would have to do for now ( ... )

prodigal_slayer April 30 2005, 07:09:11 UTC

I was almost at the doors of the gas station when suddenly all the lights went out. Shit! It wasn't closing time already was it. I didn't stop runnin' til I hit the doors, both of my hands slamming on the glass so hard it stung. No! This wasn't happening, I needed to get in there. But lookin' through the door I could only see one Indian guy countin' the drawer full of cash ( ... )

psycho_angelus April 30 2005, 07:32:05 UTC

Someone let her inside. I growled under my breath and moved faster. Knew she wouldn't call the police, but the person in the gas station might. Which meant I needed a plan. Unlike my souled counterpart, I actually used my brain every once in a while and came up with plans that not only didn't suck, but actually *gasp* worked ( ... )

prodigal_slayer April 30 2005, 07:41:02 UTC

Before I could run he slammed into me, knocking me to the ground as the air rushed out of my lungs. Quickly I brought up a hand and gripped onto his wounded leg. He dropped the knife with a scream and I think I got about a split second to smirk before both of his hands wrapped around my throat and he started to squeeze hard. Opening my mouth with a gasp I tried to claw his hands away, pry them away. This wasn't teasing me like he had been before in the grass. That had just been testing me, threatening me. This was the real deal and I could see the rage in his eyes ( ... )

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