Whaaapoof… stunned and a little surprised I remove my face from the book that It had been mashed into and that I was reading when so rudely interrupted by a pillow to the back of my head. I look behind and whaapoof take another pillow to the face. The pillow pugilist is none other than my best friend Wes and he was preparing for another swing. I roll backward off the bed dodging grabbing my own pillow and swing at his head as I stand up. I barely clip his nose but I’m already on my backswing and he can’t dodge. Whaapoof I catch him full in the face in an explosion of feathers as the pillow rips. I fall on the bed laughing he looks like a disheveled rooster with the feathers sticking out of his hair. Eventually he started laughing too.
Wes and I are two completely different people if it wasn’t for an accident we probably wouldn’t ever know each other. For starters I‘m just generally in a better mood than he is and I’m not goth. I am kind of preppy. Don’t get me wrong or anything I mean he isn’t like a super goth or anything he just kind of looks the part without trying same with me being a prep. Any way the accident, one day on my way home I gave into my urges and abandoned all reason and I attacked him. We live a block or so apart and take roughly the same way home. I destroyed him I felt bones shatter in his body as I slammed into it. He threw up most of his blood. I destroyed his face broke his arms and legs and neck. I unleashed all my hundreds of years of fury on his body and savored his pain. When I was satisfied with the damage I caused I brought him back from the brink and restored his body to its state before I had my way. I even souped up his body, gave him muscle mass, cleared up his acne and well made him bigger below the belt being the nice person that I am. I am a demon bound to a cursed existence of reincarnation but now I have someone to drag through the dregs of time with me.
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