Ricky began to recall his past. His own mom stabbed him. He touched
were he was stabbed and shook his head. It was nothing more than a
scar and faded memory.
Dean nodded, "Yeah, but 'crush' has another meaning that I'll show
you if you make fun of anyone in this group again." Dean told
Melina grimly. "And I'm expecting the same thing to happen, and,
I'm prepared." He said.
"Okay, I'll do something." Max said, then turned to Melina. "Keep
being a jerk and I'll burn all your magazines, throw out all your
nice shoes, and donate your favorite clothes to people you
hate."
"I'll stop! I'll stop, don't do that!" Melina replied, panicking.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
Dean nodded, "Could you please add burning her pointed shoes?" He
asked. "I'm just kinda afraid that she could kick me in the groin
again, or another male..."
"They count in throwing away all her nice shoes, those things are
expensive." Max said. "I like my steel toed combat boots though. I
have studded gloves too, those are great for if some weak punk
picks a fight with you."
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"I thought that females never attack each other. Hey, at least
females don't have balls just hanging there like a punching bag
saying 'Hit me' every 2 milliseconds." Dean said. "Oh, good. Also,
I'm kinda glad I'm not against you, Max. Especially if you had your
iron tipped shoes and studded gloves. I'd be in more pain than I've
ever been in before I met Melina."
"Yes. And actually, Dean, did you know, females feel double
the pain? And they're less likely to cry. No matter where you
shoot, punch, kick, or hit them, it hurts worse." Adrin stated,
being the nerd she was. She smiled at Max thankfully.
"Yeah, well. By the way, I did pack my gloves. Good for
self-defense and defense of others. Those are the only times to be
violent, okay people?" Max told them calmly, smiling again.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
((Oh, alright.))
Arin's pointy ears perked as it heard footsteps, it turned to see a
gangly monster creep from the woods. It growled, and stood. The
monster had crept up in the group, snatching up two random girls,
Melina and Adrin, before sprinting off. It looked back, but threw
the girls down. It went for Melina first. Ripping out her stomach
and organs. Adrin screamed as she watched. The monster batted at
the girl's face, claws ripping the jaw off completely. Adrin was
sobbing in fear, shaking. It ripped the girl apart, completely
ripping off her limbs. Grass was painted a somber red.