Sitting in an alley, I blow smoke from my cigarette and look at the sky. I blink before standing and walking out, glancing around and heading over to the nearest grocery store. I take out my fake ID that a old toy of mine made for me and by some alchohol, once done just sitting in the alley again and downing half of it.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I sit on my makeshift "throne," an old Victorian-style velvet chair atop the platform in the main room. Two men in my following hold a third between them, and I study the victim before releasing a sigh and standing.
"Waterboard," I announce. "Make him talk. I want to know what Mikey and the Bloods are planning."
The two nod and lead him away as another come up.
"What do you want?" I ask, stepping off the platform and throwing my jacket on.
"There's a girl in the alleyway near the entrance," he announces nervously, avoiding my gaze. "With booze."
I think before ruffling his hair and heading for the entrance.
"Thank you, Brady. Look after things. I'm going for some fun."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I hear someone screaming before opening the door and stepping out into the alleyway. A smile spreads across my face when I realize who it is, leaning against the brick and taking out a cigarette, "Well, well, well. Si ce n'est pas la belle Bella... Donner plus nuits comme vous le faisiez avant?"
Spoiler
If it isn't the beautiful Bella... Give anymore nights like you did before?
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I scoff and know who it is immidaitly just by their voice, "Get lost, Ace. I only give it to people who deserve it, whereas you, your just an a*sh*le."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I breathe smoke in her face and shake my head back, keeping a grip on her arm, "You don't know what you're doing, girl. Tell me what I want to know, and I might just let you go."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I knew him in the stomach and make him let go of me, "You know me. I won't hesitate to hurt you where you stand," I walk the opposit direction, taking another swig of the bottle.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!