WisEffinConsin Part 2

The doors slide open. Shots of our shoes stomping on the dusty roadside, kicking up dust.


I inhale, but i'd never cough.


Never show any signs of weakness.


Never give in.


Besides, I inhale much worse on a daily basis.


My eyes slowly rise to see Mokbels face about ten feet away. A pensive face that reads "Kill Me". We stand there quietly, in a stare down of death. Friends watch the soon-to-be catastrophe scene from behind the safety of the care windows.


PANSIES.


Mokbels wrist snaps back, swiftly between his belt and expensive, designer jeans. The silence is broken. He rushes towards me with his right hand holding something tightly at his waist. He appears within five feet and slashes his hand in the direction of my face.


Useless.


He's too far away to reach me, or so I thought. As he stands there in front of me with a bastardly smirk on his face, I recognize a lock of my hair falling to the ground in beteen my feet.


Flippin' c***smoker.


He rushes at me again and its revealed to me that he brought along his excessivly long sword. He's not the only one who came armed.


He gets close enough and unsheathes. I dip back and dodge his slash that he attempts at my head. On the way back up, I pull out a cigg, light it and smoke it halfway, all in one swift motion. Then i singe his forehead with it. He stumbles back, screaming in agony. I yank my bat from out my cloak and decide to go to work.


Swift pound from my bat to his cheek. His head jerks back and blood flies out. Then a flying kick to the gut to bend him over. He grasps his stomach and falls to his knees, coughs and spits out blood. He pulls his head up, cuts, bruises and all.

He Smirks.
I smile back despite my deep disgust from his crimson red glistened teeth. We burst into laughter and i help him up. Deep, hearty laughter all the way to the car. Confused faces are plastered against the car windows. My smile drops from my face to the ground and melts into the gutter.
"What the d*** are you dog*****rs looking at? I stil hope for you all to die, and when you do, i'll make sure all the STD, AIDS and diseased people of the city come to the graveyard with powdered baby-bisquits and slimy caves, and reap the scum and and maggots out of your dead, troubled bodies. And don't think your souls will rest in peace, cause the big man upstairs still owes me from when i got him out of an abusive relationship with, what he though was an angel but was really a demon.
Sleep Lightly."
Their faces still haven't moved from the window but the expressions are now horrified. I walk around the side, enter the vehicle and take my seat.
As my face is placed ever so sternly facing forward, I'm reminded of the fact that im still on my way to WisEffinConsin............



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