''s-shouldn't we make sure this place is safe..?'' alexandra
said.
matt simply sat the fish down on a table and sighed.
''does the place have any working stove's or oven's?'' he asked,
looking over at arin.
Anna frowned once, "I'll begin. I never knew my parents. All I do
know is that my mother's job was to have kids for other people. At
two I was training with fifty nine others to be ninjas. By five we
each knew six languages, and a dozen ways to kill a person with a
quarter. By seven we were riding horses while reading a map. At age
ten we knew how to use any weapon you could think of, and we
learned two extra languages. Come age eleven we were on our first
mission. Between eleven and thirteen ten of us died. The rest of us
became great ninjas. We were paid to guard people, steal from
people, test security systems, and even kill. At age fifteen, a
third world government hired us to fight terrorists. We parachuted
out of the plane over the enemy. We were told we would have lots of
trees to hide in, and the enemies were only two hundred. That
unfortunately was what their surveillance told them a year ago! A
year! They didn't think to tell us it was outdated! The enemies had
cannons at us and began firing. A dozen of us never landed on the
ground. As for the trees, they were cut down. It would have been
easier to survive in the air. At least it was harder to hit us.
Thirty eight ninjas ran to the walls getting shot at. Only five
made it over the walls. We were now inside. Only two hundred to
kill. We killed one hundred people at a time, so we'd hardly have a
challenge, and then it turns out they had two thousand guys. They
died and I was captured. They offered me their eyes to eat. I
refused, but a week later I ate them to live. A few countries came
in. I was freed. Fed, and taken care of before being shipped off to
the orphanage. I wanted to get back to those who taught me, and
they left to somewhere else. And now I sleep."
"Okay, I will too." Rhea said with a smile. "So, I'm from a nice,
three-story house with parents with a lot of money. We have a
pretty organized household, and I have a 4.0 GPA in school. I have
two sisters, both of which have graduated school."
"So, you have a perfect life. Lucky." River said. "Okay, who's
next?"
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Sam and I's mother died when I was two years old and Sam was 6
months old, our father died when I was twelve and Sam was ten, my
family moved a lot, and as a result, Sam and I had no close
friends, just each other, and we were bullied by many people until
I was thirteeen and Sam was eleven, we both loved it, and when the
bullies found out, they stopped, I guess they just didn't like
masochists. I had crushes on many people, and most were sadistic,
but they just left me there, until I met Melina, but then she died,
and then Rhea came." Dean said.
"Can I volunteer to go last?" Max asked. "Please?"
"Nope, go next Max." Rhea told him with a smirk.
"I hate you. Okay, fine. I lived in a one-story beat-up house in a
pretty bad neighborhood growing up until I was 14 and Melina was
13. She's my only sibling. My dad died there, then my mom got a
better job elsewhere and we moved. People didn't dare bully me or
my sister, because of, ah, that reputation of mine. I stopped being
ultra-violent for a while, until very recently." Max said with a
frown. "Happy now?"
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Shut up Dean." Max said and smacked Dean on the back of his head.
Then he realized that probably hurt, so he sighed, knowing Dean was
just going to be a gross weirdo. "You can go do your gross weirdo
stuff elsewhere. Either that, or I'll go be more or less normal
elsewhere."
"Normal? You're mentally insane." River pointed out.
"I said more or less." Max replied.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
Max looked pretty amused at that. "Dude, he likes it. I'm
regretting doing it 'cause he likes it." Max then told Dean, "Your
response to my story. That's what you did to deserve it. Hey, face
it, I've done worse."
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Yes, you have done worse, and believe it or not, all the 'worse'
you did to me, I enjoyed every moment." Dean said. "And how exactly
does 'I'm satisfied by your autobiorgraphy' anger you?"
Max gave Dean a 'seriously, stop. Drop it.' look. "I'm gone." He
said, getting up and leaving the bar. He left his pack behind.
"I'll just be outside." (Now is the time! >:3)
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Because he didn't want to talk about his past." Rhea replied.
"Wonder what Melina would've said...If she were alive." (When Shy
gets back I'm going to make Max go bye-bye for a little while.)
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.