Why SCREAM!

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You know what? Screw this shit!

I was soo happy that it was finally over and when the truck hit the water it immediatel tipped over and it looked good. I mean it was such a great experience and all. Then this happened! I was currently dangling from the seat only being hold by the belt as this darn hero who no one asked for actually caught the truck.

Did I see MT.Lady there before?

NO!

Then what the hell was she doing here?

In my point of view she was not supposed to be here and she was not allowed to touch this darn truck. Truck-sama was my friend and my ticket to the next life aka me haunting everyones asses. BUT NOOO~~~~!!!!!! Man was I pissed right now.

Me: DROP IT!

Nothing.

Me: DROP THE DAMN TRUCK!

Hawks: Oh what long time to see you again....

To make matters worse, there was Hawks. He was actually crouching there and looking at me. Yeah... fun... can he stop doing that? This was not fun at all but definitely one way to get caught by heroes for sure.

Me: FUCK YOU! JUST DROP THE DARN TRUCK!

Hawks: Can't do that.

Me: WHY!

Hawks: Because there are soo many innocent lives at stake here.

Me: Then safe them.

Hawks: We are.

Me: Do me just one favor if you are done...

He looked at me pretty damn cofused though it was soo obvious what I was about to say next. Still this hero who was definitely bleeding was not getting it at all. I wanted to die and I chose this method. So I would welcome it very much if the hero would just let me be and let me die in peace. What did it take to actually die here?

Hawks: ....

Me:  Then piss off.

Hawks: The heck. What's your problem?

Me: YOU! It's literally you!

Hawks: ME?!

Me: YES YOU AND EVERY GODDAMN HERO!

Hawks: *sigh*

Me: Now go safe the others and then throw this truck with me inside into the damn ocean.

Hawks: ... *SIGH*

The sigh was getting louder and louder. Who would have thought that he was getting more and more dramatical with that wound of his. Oh how I wished I could shoot the chicken again. Too bad this was not possible at all. No gun, no weapon, no nothing. All I could do for now was actually wait patiently till anyone would decide what to do with me. Though the obvious choice was let me go die and let Truck-sama here bring me to my afterlife.

Me: ... GODDAMN IT!

I was getting soo frustrated that I actually hit the honk over and over again. The first time I scared that Hero who was holding the truck so she kinda let go for a moment and after that she basically raiced the truck so she could see me.

Mt. Lady: No need to honk at me!

Me: YES THERE IS! FUCKING LET GO!

Mt. Lady: How rude. I just safed you from your own death.

Me: THAT'S THE GODDAMN PROBLEM YOU DIMWHIT!

Hawks: *sigh*

Mt. Lady: YOU KNOW WHAT?! ama just drop you.

Hawks: NOOO!

Me: GO AHEAD BITCH!

This hero was for real. There was nothing holding her back and I could tell that the others were already safed since there was no screaming coming from behind me anymore. It was just the hero, the pigeon and me. If it would be me, I would have dropped me and let me be good fish food. If it was the heroes, they were trying not to kill me probably because I was underaged.

Me: ..... Fine... then not!

Since there was no movement at all coming from the heroes, I looked at them before I tried to undo the seatbelt. I really wanted to jump if I could get it lose. Problem was the if which held me back. I was stuck there.

Me: How the fuck you open this shit...

Hawks: Kiddo, just let it be.

Me: NO!

Hawks: Why not? 

Me: Why should I?

Hawks: Because you will get yourself killed.

Me: DING DING DING GENIUS! That is the plan.

Hawks: I know lunatic. 

Me: Look you damn urban pigeon, I am not interested in life anymore. All I want is to get this over with.

I may have said one word to much here because the hero just looked at me before flying off to who knows where and this moutnain of a lady started moving and carrying me to who knows where. I mean I did wanted them to find the LOV base but by now....I had a different goal which was more important to me. 

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