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Siblings?I woke up to a hand clamped over my mouth. Since it was kinda dark and I was wearing that stupid eyepatch, I couldn't see who was standing over me, but I knew one thing.
It wasn't Party.
The hand was lifted from my mouth after a moment, since I couldn't struggle. My bandages made sure of that. I would see starbursts if I took too deep a breath for Pete's sake. My heart started pounding as a painfully familiar voice greeted me.
"Don't call me that" I mumbled, wondering where Party had gone.
Oh God, did something...
No. He's not weak or stupid. He's fine.
"Please, come where I can see you..." I begged quietly.
"You've seen me often enough." he replied, almost laughing. A hand stroked my cheek and brushed my neck before pulling my hair away from my jugular. I stiffened as cold, sharp steel pressed against my skin.
At that precise moment, Party Poison opened the door, raygun at the ready.
"Stop right there." he murmured.
I can't remember the last time I was so ha
Dimitri and I in BLIPoison rode up on a sleek black bike, wearing her customary black jacket and pants, with combat boots laced up tight. She grinned at Dimitri. "Ready to go?" she asked softly
Dimitri looked up from where he was sitting on the porch. He placed the watch in his hands back in his pants pocket and stood. "Y-Yes."
"Do you have any weapons?" she inquired, scooting forward on the bike to give him room.
"Just my gun.." He sat down, arm twitching once, "Key gave it to me when we were practice shooting.."
She turned back to look at him. "Will you be able to hold on?" she asked, knowing his adversity to physical contact. The knives on her hip glinted in the sun.
He nodded anxiously, "I-I'll hold on, don't worry.."
She sighed, conscious it might be difficult for him. "Would you rather drive?" she asked softly.
"No, r-really it's fine.. We should be heading out f-fast.." Dimitri rested his arms around her waist for fear of falling off.
"Alright" she said quietly, starting the engine. "Hold on tight"
HeadshotI stopped the bike in the outskirts of Zone 6, kicking down the stand and pulling off the sunglasses I never wore. I held out a hand for my helmet, which Butterfly was wearing. As she pulled it off, I scanned the desert sands. Nothing, as far as the eye could wait a minute That's not usually there
I scowled. Great, another Drac to deal with today. As if things weren't difficult enough right now.
I pulled my gun out of its holster and sighted around the car. Before I could say anything, I saw a drac round the car, dragging some hapless Killjoy with him. Said killjoy was writhing on the ground, screaming in pain. Without any hesitation, I aimed.
One less drac.
Before the horror of what I had done could sink in, I coldly holstered the gun and went to the victim. Perfect headshot, right between the eyes. I pulled off the mask and looked into the drac's face.
No one I knew. That helped a little.
I looked back at Butterfly, who was helping the screaming killj
HomecomingWhat a way to wake up To David's chatter.
Sometimes, I kinda wanted to throttle him for waking me up all the time. And of course, it was the one time I was sleeping without nightmares.
"Poison told him she was unobtainable," I heard him giggling and couldn't help but smile sleepily. "She kept threatening him. And she said something about getting a tattoo. I want one too!"
Wait, who the hell is he talking to? I sat up. It was probably grace, but he was using my transmitter again. Blast.
"Heh, maybe when you're a little older...then you can get a tattoo." I must still be dreaming . "Maybe I'll get another one with you." I heard Havok, and he sounded like he was smiling. "I have wings tattooed on my back. Kinda like yours, except they're black."
I stumbled out of my room, blinking in the light. Darn, I was still so tired . Of course, David kept babbling, "Can I see? Did it hurt?"
"It hurt a little, but not too much," Davey's voice murmured. I heard cloth rustling as I roun
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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