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**hen was the last time she had eaten? She thought about it as they continued to speed up. "I don't..know." She said, looking out the window to realize that they were going too fast. She felt the gears shift, and the vehicle continued to barrel down the road, faster and faster. "Look out!" She tried to tell him, but it was already too late, and it happened so fast, falling first into one of the doors, and then tossed around the back of the car like a doll as it hit the curb and flipped, glass and metal flying everywhere as his laughter echoed over the vehicular carnage. She had grabbed her violin on instinct and held it close. Then the building. She got low in the back seat and covered her head with her hands as they crashed through wall after wall. She felt them go airborne again and did not want to look. then the car landed hard, and she crashed into the ceiling twice, before falling onto the door, and then the floorboard, covered in cuts and bruises, broken glass, and her head hurt, very badly now.
She met his gaze, and blinked. "What...?" She asked as she found herself being pulled from the wreckage and set on her feet, then he grabbed her wrist, twisting it hard and holding onto her like his hand was a vice, and he led her over to the store he intended upon, and left her standing there still dazed. How could this madman even still have this much enthusiasm? She felt like death incarnate, her long hair messy, clothes torn, a dazed look on her face as he ran back past her and dove head first into the doorway, shattering the glass with ease. Then she giggled. "Miceses.." He'd said it a moment ago, but had just registered that he had tried to make a funny. She giggled more, then turned and followed him in with a few very shaky steps, a slight smile on her face after the laugh, light as it was, but her eyes were still dark, and for a third time, laughed again as she watched him slide into the shelving. Was she losing her mind? Maybe, as she sank to the floor in a fit of hysteria that lasted long enough to make her ribs burn like hot irons were placed there.
She would tilt her own head now, after catching her breath, "Butterfly...That's not.." And very quickly decided to shut up, before her mouth got her in trouble, her wrist where he'd clenched her burning from where he'd held it so tight, her skin already starting to discolor for a bruise. "Never mind.." She said softly, the dazed feeling going away. Looking down she realized that she still had her violin, and it was undamaged, miraculously. But, why was it there again? That's right, her captor had brought it with them out of the police station. Again, Why? And why the hell was she still alive?! Any normal person, the car ride would have definitely killed them.
Her head still pounded, but she got herself up off the floor before that maniac decided to manhandle her again. And the alarms were making her head ring painfully. "Are you alright...?" What the hell was she thinking?! She wasn't, that was the problem, it hurt to think. You don't ask a mad man if he's alright, the answer is always no! But it was too late to retract her question. She wanted to go home, but then remembered she didn't have a home to go back too, and wished those damned alarms would turn off.
"Shut up!" She yelled, probably getting a strange look from her captor. She was talking to herself now too? But no sooner than she spoke, the alarms cut out and shop grew quiet, and much less painful to her head. Feeling woozy again, she leaned against the wall by the door frame, and tilted her head back, a hand on her brow. Not good, she felt weak and it was getting worse. Sirens would spring up in the distance, quickly growing louder the longer the two stayed in the store. But she had a feeling that whatever was about to happen, she wouldn't be leaving with the cops.
Self-Medicating.
Looking over at her, he let his gaze linger there for a moment. A look of being dumb founded remained, as he heard her first question. Was he alright? Did he look alright? A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he got to his feet and looked around the store with a slow gaze. The alarms were still blazing in that moment, he ignored her question. Not paying it another second of thought, turning around he started going through the dresses that hung on the shelve he slid into. "No, no no no no no no!" He said as he flung dress after dress over his shoulders. None of these would work for his butterfly, they were all plain, tasteless. Horrible, what happened to fashion these days? He walked past that Aisle. Seeing the shoes out of the corner of his eye.
Sprinting over to them, he heard her yell SHUT UP! Sliding, he spun around and looked at her. Left eye brow rising some, as the alarms stopped whaling above them. "Nifty trick butter fly! Your gonna have to teach it to me someday!" He laughed and his mind went in another direction again. He was like a child with adhd, he couldn't sit still very long and damn sure couldn't focus on one thing much longer than a couple of thoughts. Reaching the foot wear, he started going through the shoes before settling on a pair of black combat boots. Slipping them on, he laced them up half way, and let the strings hang from the sides. "Ahhh, so much better..." He hadn't bothered with cleaning the wounds on his feet, or bandaging them for that matter. Hell, he hadn't even thought about socks. Looking over at her, he spoke again. "Hey, butterfly, you should start looking for something to change into! Its all on me! We are using my discount, im a frequent customer so they don't mind the Five finger rule!" He started laughing at his own horrible joke, he wasn't as funny as he thought he was. But that didn't stop him from making corny, ridiculous jokes.
He started skipping now, heading over to the mens clothing. He stopped in front of he dress slacks and found a pair of black pants. Nodding, he noticed how long his hair had become in all this time. "Gonna have to do something about that as well..." Taking off his pants, he bent over and let them fall around his feet. He was buck ass naked, letting his man hood hang there, not giving a damn if she was watching or not. He wasn't a prude, turning around and looking at her, he held the pants up in front of him for a second, and he yelled across the store. "Whatcha think? To bleak?" He didn't give her a chance to answer before yanking the pants on over the top of his boots. Watching him fight with each pant leg would have been so hilarious, because as he was putting the right one on. He hopped on one foot for a few seconds, moving side ways before tripping and landing on his side, pulling with all his might. He finally got one leg on, this time he reached down and pulled the boot off the other foot. This made getting dressed much easier.
Standing up, he pulled the jeans up over his manhood. Staring at her, he buttoned the waist together and grabbed the zipper and yanked it upward. "OUCH!!" He hunched over and squealed, "Ow fuck, fuck, fuck!" He was moaning. Before he started laughing hysterically. Standing up and pointing at her. "Gotcha!" He pivoted on his foot and headed over to the shirts where he grabbed a white wife beater, slid it on and tucked it in. Before grabbing a green button up shirt. Rolling up the sleeves, he felt as though these clothes would work for quite awhile. "Hurry up butterfly, we have a whole night of surprises in store! I am heading to get the treats and a pair of scissors!" So, after awhile of stumbling around the store. He found a pair of scissors. He hadn't left the gun behind either, it was transferred from one waistband to the next. He was near the sporting goods department when he found the scissors. Reaching up and cutting his hair, handfuls at a time. He was a jagged mess, but the hair was now only as long as his shoulders.
Felt like he cut off ten pounds of hair. Out of the corner of his eye something caught his attention. It was the fire arms! "GUNS?! They actually have gun's here?" He pulled out the forty five and fired off two bullets, successfully busting the glass out of the case that held the shot guns and the bullets. "BUTTERFLY FIND A BAG! DADDY FOUND A BUNCH OF GOODIES!" He left the scissors there on the case and yelled one more time. "Grab all the bullets you can find! I have to go get the treats!" He took off running to the pharmacy and noticed that it was locked. He frowned once more, but then aimed at the locking device and pulled the trigger. It blew the lock off the sliding metal door. Grabbing it, he threw it upward and found a carrying case. He went through all of the pills, not reading the labels just throwing them into the carrying case. Than he noticed a safe sitting in the back. "Ooooo Thats where they keep da gold!" He came sprinting back to the sporting good section.
"Propane, need the propane!" He started throwing stuff as he went by, "Nope thats not it!" And then he noticed a cutting torch and he grabbed it and yanked and pulled on it. Moving like a junkie on a mission. It didn't take him long to drag the tanks over to where he had found the safe. Pulling the striker out, he turned on the bottles and struck the fire at the end of the torch. Kneeling down, he began to heat the safe up. Til it turned orange, than he pulled the trigger and sent forth an even more intense beam of flames. Cutting through the metal, he reached over to where he had gotten the striker from and grabbed a bar that was there. Slamming it down into the cracks. He peeled the door open. Sure a lot of the drugs that were inside of the safe were ruined, but he still got a bunch of vials of all sorts of shit. Throwing it in the carrying case. He was on his way back to her, when he heard a voice.
"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" It was then, that he had finally decided to look out the front of the store. Red and blue flashing lights were there, and he could see several cop cars out front of the place. Slanting his eyes, he smiled ear to ear. "Butterfly, I think they want to play! Your getting those bullets right?!" He yelled as he took cover behind one of the aisles. Cracking his knuckles it was almost time to play. And let the symphony of destruction reign supreme! Taking one of the bottles of morphine out, he popped the lid and drank the whole vial, he was going to give her some too. He was sure that car crash fucked her up pretty good. But for now, he would have to fight their way out of the store. So, waiting here for her to show with her bag of goodies. He was pinned down, but wasn't scared. He was laughing so loud that the cops would hear it echoing from inside of the store.
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Nah I just won't let your site or community into my world anymore. As far as I'm concerned, this was a value able lesson. Shows me no matter how much good intention, I will always get hanged by people.
I didn't know it was plagerism, to use a post I made from a different website here in my defense. What does this mean for my account....