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The Gothic Ballerina Part 4 (standard:science fiction, 1434 words) [4/8] show all parts | |||
Author: kissofthehungry | Added: Jun 17 2005 | Views/Reads: 2680/1867 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Echo and Mikey strike out to find his sister. | |||
When she awoke, Mikey was already awake, laying on the couch, watching her. Instantly she was flustered and growled, “What are you looking at? Just because I'm helping you does not mean you can stare at me.” “Do you know that you have a really bad time sleeping? You toss and turn and mumble. Still pretending that you're just doing it cause they're bad guys?” he inquired and she glared at him so hard it made her head hurt. “Shut up, you don't know anything. Now if you don't mind, I need to get dressed,” she hissed and climbed out of her bed, feeling his eyes upon her. Irked, she was thankful she had chosen to sleep in a big t-shirt and boxers, nothing revealing. “Don't mind at all, do you need help?” he inquired, playing innocently, just pushing her buttons even further. Angrily she spun on him but couldn't think of any sharp retort. Frustrated even further, she grabbed a pair of black skater pants, a spaghetti strap shirt, and netting to throw over her top. His laughter followed her into the bathroom where she changed, feeling very put out. When she walked out, she had regained control of herself and was able to command coolly, “We should get going. There's a Hyena's dealer a little ways from here, we can get him to tell us where the head man's house is.” “If you know he's a Hyena... why is he still alive?” Mikey wanted to know, she looked at him and shook her head. How had she got saddled with him? Why was she doing this? It wasn't like she had no other choice, but she knew why. It hurt to lose those the you loved to corruption, perhaps his sister was still salvageable. “I haven't killed him because he hasn't killed anybody. I don't just outright kill everyone. Yeah, his drugs are bad but if I undertook every drug dealer, murderer, and every scum sucker out there. Let's just say, I'd never be sleeping I'd be doing so much killing. Plus, he's a good source of information when I need it. He's a bad guy...but he's scared of me. Any more questions that you said you wouldn't ask?” she threw at him as she retrieved her sword and pulled on her trench coat. He threw his arms up helplessly, warding off any further attacks from her. Once again, it flustered her and made her wish that he hadn't shown up at her place. Once they were outside, the lights casting their warm though somehow, unpleasant, glow. For some reason, tonight she was twitchy, feeling as if her skin were crawling. It all had to be Mikey's fault, somehow. “So, how many people do you think you've killed?” he wanted to know and she spun on him, her eyes wide with surprise and anger. “What is your deal? How hard it is not to ask questions?” she blurted, just barely nicking the urge to stamp her foot in protest. “Sorry, I can't help it. I'm an inquisitive person plus, you're too quiet. If you talked, I wouldn't have to ask anything,” he explained, smiling at her coyly, displaying perfect teeth. “If I talked, I wouldn't be able to listen to see if someone were going to attack us. I can't hear anything over you. Why I agreed to do this is beyond me. You're a pain in the rear, now shut up, and QUIT ASKING QUESTIONS!” she stuffed her pockets in her hands to avoid doing anything bad with them. When she turned around, she could practically feel Mikey laughing at her and it ticked her off, but she resisted the need to see if he was. It would only be encouraging him if she did. Just when they were in sight of her informant's little hole, he spoke again, “You're such an angry person. What made you so angry and why are you taking it out on me? I didn't do anything to deserve it.” Growling low in her throat, she turned to him again, “This is not the time or the place. So just stop. See that doorway over there, the one with the boarded up window next to it?” Mikey nodded so she continued, “He's in there. So stop fooling around. This is not the time to see how riled you can get me.” Once more he nodded and followed her, she pounded on the door and heard scurrying from inside. Sounded as if Click here to read the rest of this story (70 more lines)
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