- romilly died in 2015. in 2017, she lived again. now working as a government agent alongside the itching desire known as "bloodlust", she's in crossroads.
- adrian chase is a busboy at fennel fields. on his off nights, he's vigilante. with his bes...
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THE sound of birds chirping woke Romy up from her position on the couch. She groaned, stretching her back and hearing the multiple cracks and pops produce. Romy brushed her teeth, washed her face, and put on her clothes. Driving over to H.Q, Romy noticed that only John was there. "Hey, J."
John nodded back to her, and they saw Chris and Adrian descend from the upper part of the stairs. "Dude, I thought you said you didn't write a diary."
"I didn't! Did you see that thing? It looks like it fell out of my fucking vagina. Do I look like the type of guy to stay up all night collating Jupiters and aliens and shit to put on the front of my fucking diary?!" Chris exclaimed.
"On first impressions, I'd of say 'no'. But after getting to know you a little bit, I gotta admit, it's definitely something I can see you doing."
"Y'know what, fine, fuck it. If I enjoyed it, I wouldn't let people's judgments hold me back. I'd collage all sorts of shit."
"Yeah, that's cool of you." John shrugged.
"Yeah, it is fucking cool of me." Chris gathered his helmets.
"I'd make a collage of the three of us fucking some chicks with a bunch of dolphins around us doing beer bongs in a Corvette." Adrian grinned, and John shook his head as they followed them.
"Dude, you're fucking girlfriend is right there." John pointed to Romy.
"She would be the chick I'm fucking!" Adrian defended himself.
"I don't want a dolphin watching me fuck." John added. "Where are you going?"
"Vigilante and I might as well get this done before they find us. Romy, you in?"
"Always, big man." Romy smiled.
"What done?"
"Kill this fucking cow." Chris turned to John.
"We are? Cool!" Adrian grabbed a bag of weapons.
"You coming?" Chris shouted to John.
"No." John scoffed. Chris called for Eagly, and Chris tossed Romy the keys. John caught up to them, "Let me drive." Romy nodded, handing him the keys and getting in the back across from Adrian.
Wig Wam was blasting on the radios of the truck, Chris singing along to the rock music. John looked at Chris, "Aren't you guys being a little nonchalant about all this?" He asked. Romy was dusting off the arsenal she had attached to her.
"Economos, are you insinuating there is a wrong time and a right time to rock?" Chris asked. Romy made a little 'ooo' sound, teasing John. They continued to blast the music, even Eagly was bouncing too. Suddenly, the car flipped onto its side, halting in its course. All four, five if you count Eagly, of them flipped with the car.
"What the fuck was that?" John questioned, Romy rubbed her head in pain. They heard rubber burning against the pavement, screeching to a halt. The vehicle thudded, a hand suddenly tearing through the metal like it was paper. The unknown person ripped the car open, revealing a red and white dragon costume.
"Dad?" Chris asked, making Romy look at him in disbelief.
"Oh, fuck," Adrian cursed.
"What're you doing?" Chris asked him.
"What I should've done long ago." His dad replied, bringing up his arms as the suit shot out some blast. Adrian grabbed Romy, throwing her out of the way alongside him. She groaned, picking up a gun and checking its bullets. Full. The White Dragon brought his hands up again, but before able to hit Chris, Adrian unloaded the automatic in his hand. Rolling out bullets, its empty cases hit the ground.
It forced him out of the car, Eagly flying out. Adrian walked with the White Dragon, unclipping a grenade and letting it roll to him. "There's no wrong time to rock!" He exclaimed.
"Vig, move!" Romy shouted, backing away. The grenade exploded, everybody flying backward as the air became covered in soot and dust. She whimpered a little, crawling out and taking advantage of the distraction. Romy picked herself up, clutching her left arm as she limped away. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," She repeated to herself, trying to make sense of what was happening.
"Hey!" A voice shouted, making Romy turn. It was one of the thugs, running toward Romy. She groaned, putting up her fists. The thug went to punch first, but Romy shoved him away. "You fuckin' bitch," He growled, and Romy pulled out her dagger.
Dropping to the ground with a skid, she slashed both of his Achilles heels. The thug dropped onto his knees, Romy straddling his waist. He grabbed her arm, making her gasp in pain. Romy grabbed the dagger, slamming it into his chest. The thug's mouth pooled with blood, as he spat some into her face. She cringed at the mix of saliva and blood dripping down, only twisting the dagger. "Fuck you," He strangled out.
Romy sighed, letting out of the plastic handle as he faded away. She got off of him, continuing to limp down the road. "I fucking hate doing this. I'm moving back to London. Shit like this never happens in London," She murmured to herself, turning as she could hear a car horn honking continuously.
"Get in!" Chris shouted, not coming to a full stop. Romy jogged, able to slide into the small car.
"How did they find you guys anyway?" Adrian asked, his mask off and glasses on.
"He put a GPS tracking device in Peacemaker's helmet," John informed Adrian. Chris and Adrian were in the front and Romy, Eagly, and John was in the back. Eagly continuously pecked at John, making him cower away. Adrian winced at the information, turning to Chris apologetically.
"What?" Chris asked. Adrian continued to cringe, making Chris slam on the brakes. Romy hit the back of the driver's seat, grunting in pain. Chris and Adrian got out of the car, opening up the trunk. Romy got out, Eagly following. "Eagly, get back in— John, can you get Eagly back in the car?"
"Sure, I babysit birds." John sarcastically quipped, though began asking the bird to get back in. Romy stretched her body, groaning as her cuts began to mix in with her sweat. Romy moved toward the side of the road, wiping the blood off of her face and scrubbing her hand in the grass.
Romy looked up, seeing Chris frantically run away from the white hooded goonies, making her gasp. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! John! John, those fuckers are back." Romy moved to the other side, where John spilled out and crawled into the other side of the woods.
"What are you doing?" Adrian chuckled a little as John and Romy frantically tried to hide.
"Shh, they're here!" John whispered, Adrian's ears perking as he took in the fighting sounds. "Why the fuck are your pants all the way down?" Romy and John looked to see Adrian's bare ass.
Romy scoffed, placing her head in her hands. "I can't pee when clothes are touching my butt."
