Chapter
One – Revenge Comes With Long Red Hair.
Emika.
As I open my eyes to
another Tuesday morning, the same disturbing thoughts enter my head like they
have for the past three years. Why did John kill Kora and Kokoshi? Why, out of
all the people in this world, did my step-father kill my brother and sister?
How could someone, anyone, do that to two autistic three year olds, then
try coming after a thirteen year old, in their sleep!?
A sick, twisted, nasty,
rotten. . . FREAK! But the question that has plagued my mind for the past three
years is this, when John came for me, and he couldn’t get into my room without
making noise, and he couldn’t get that cold, long knife around my sleeping
throat. And when I woke up and gut him with the kitchen knife he didn't know I
slept with, why in God’s name, when the light left his eyes, did he say my best
friends name?
“You know. . . Kai
. . . don't you . . . Em?” He had said, in between ragged dying breaths.
“Because I know. . . Kai . . . she helped-” and with that he left the world
ruining three lives for the price of two others. Mine. My mothers. And my best
friends. Kai. Her life especially, because when I get the chance, I am going to
do . . . something. I am going to show her how much like John she made me by
killing Kora and Kokoshi. I promise you that Kai. It’s going to be the worst
thing anyone has ever done to you. Worse than your parent’s deaths, I’ll tell
you that now.
You were too young
to comprehend that a killer had broken into your house, shot and hung your
parents. But not me, oh no no no no, I was thirteen when that happened, I was
old enough to know that my life was
over. And these last three years I have been doing constant research trying to
find a way to bring you crumbling down. Now I've turned sixteen and can carry
out my plans, phase by phase, driving you mad. Everything and anything I do to
you from here on out will stick to you like Kora and Kokoshi’s blood stuck to
John's hands, and like Johns did to mine.
I know just how to
get to you. To traumatise, humiliate and outcast you. I'll start with the ones
you love most. Getting to everyone around you until you go insane.
But I can’t do this
without giving an explanation to my adoptive parents, Kit and Mike. After the
incident they put me in foster care because they had found my mums meth lab in
our garage, about a year later Kit looked at my forms and decided he wanted me
as his daughter. Three months later he married Mike and bought an apartment in
the Gold Coast in Australia, close to where I used to live because they wanted
me to always have a strong connection to my dead siblings.
I rolled out of bed
and walked into the bathroom and stared at my reflection. The girl in the
mirror had long deep red hair that goes down to her waist and bright blue eyes,
framed by naturally dark eyelashes. My snow white skin glowed against the
morning light. I was so different against Kit's smooth chocolate colour, when
we went out together people just naturally assumed I was adopted. I'm going to
genuinely miss those times. I step out of my clothes and stand for a second.
I turn the shower
to full heat and step in, grateful for the warm water covering my freezing toes.
In a matter of minutes I am out of the shower and dressed in my favourite blue
shirt and black shorts along with some black boots.
I walked over to my
dresser and took out a book and pen I wrote:
Kit and Mike,
Thank you both for
everything
I will forever hold your hands,
Emika Burns, your daughter.
Using their last
name was the least I could do considering the circumstances. I fold the paper
and put it on my dresser.
I think of Ari, and
how much I love him, and how much he will have to endure, but I know he will
understand and forgive me. He will only have to play my games for a little
while. Then he can join me, and if he doesn’t understand, he can join me by
force. I think about his blonde hair, and his blue eyes, so much more dull then
my own.
Then I remember how
one time behind the gym block Kai's boyfriend Niko had kissed me, and I think
about how much killing him will hurt Kai and that she deserves it, and I relish
in the thought of her tears.
I retrieve my phone
from the charging point in my wall and send two texts out. One to Niko,
Emika: Don't be
afraid, you'll be the first to join me, in my fun little game, you will play
with me.
His response came
pretty quickly,
Niko: Em? What do
you mean? If you want to start what we had going last year, I don't think I can
do that behind Kai's back again...
Ah yes, I forgot
about our little cheating scandal. I let my phone forget him and move on to
Ari's number and sent him a text,
Emika:Don't be afraid, you'll see me soon, you
won’t have to play my games. I love you.
His reply came
lightning fast,
Arialthemermaid:
Babe? What do you mean? You’re scaring me. I love you too, Mikki.
I laughed at his
name, I forgot I had changed it. Then laughed at the new nickname he had given
me. Mikki? As in, like, Mikki Mouse? Ha-ha. How cute.
I moved away from
my phone and went to get the rope ready. I fumbled under my bed for a minute
before grasping the rope I had put there the day earlier. Stumbling over to the
window in the corner of my room, I untied the nots in the rope and leaned
through the window into the open air. Just as I had suspected there was an iron
rod, strong and sturdy, jutting out of the wall above me. I carefully grabbed
the end of the rope and tied it to the rod, making sure there was a little
length left and tied the rope again in a loop. I fit the rope around my head
and lifted myself from the windowsill.
What happened next
was fuzzy. I can remember maybe a purple kind of substance wrapping around my
body in a completely blue space. Then a voice loud and very obnoxious.
“YOU HAVE COME HERE
SEEKING MY HELP, CHILD?” it said. It sounded male but it definitely wasn’t
human. Although I knew
it wouldn’t be human it was still a shock to hear how fake and robotic it
sounded. I wasn’t expecting it to sound…. Animalistic I guess. “Yes, I need
your help getting revenge on someone who destroyed my life,” I said. I had to
sound confident otherwise I would be sent to whatever comes after death, which
in my case, would probably be something like Hell. Maybe. Probably. “WHY DO YOU
THINK I WOULD EVER HELP A WEAK LITTLE MORTAL GIRL SUCH AS YOURSELF?” the voice
exclaimed.
“Uh, weak
mortal girl? I am not a weak- wait, you said I was mortal? Like you’re not
mortal.”
“HA. NO
CHILD I AM NOT MORTAL, BUT YOU ARE, SO, GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY I SHOULDN’T KILL
YOU FOR TRYING TO SEEK MY HELP WITHOUT A PROPER BARGAIN.”
“I do have
a bargain!” I shouted and reached into the pocket of my shorts and pulled out a
vile of my blood that I had cut out of my arm three days ago and hid in my
cupboard so Kit and Michael wouldn’t find it. I wonder if they’ve found my body
yet. I doubt it Kit never comes in my room and Michael was kind of more
interested in my grades so they won’t check on me until after school. Poor
parents. I handed out the vile of blood in front of my face, and it vanished in
a cloud of black smoke.
“VERY WELL.
WHAT DO YOU NEED?” the voice said.
“I’ll tell
you but I want to know your name and I’m sure you want to know mine. I’m
Emika.” I said, I may as well know who Mr Obnoxious is right?
“I HAVE
MANY NAMES BUT YOU MAY CALL ME……” then he rambled out a lot of random noises
and words in another language.
“Yeahhh
imma stick with Death, it seems more your style.”
“WHAT? HOW
DARE YOU! MY NAME IS SACRED, I WILL SMITE YOU CHILD!”
“No, you
won’t, because I’ve given you my blood and if you know of this or not,
accepting my blood means that you’re in my service, so yeah I will stick with
death, it seems more your style.” Wow that took a lot of strength I can’t
believe I just said that. But I did, and now Death belongs to me, so I will use
him against Kai. Even if that means hurting everyone else.
Chapter
two-
Ari
I was
already half way dressed when I received Emika’s text, I walked over to where
my phone was and read it. Alarmed, I set of a text. Then five more. None of
them received a reply. I figured she was just busy and had accidentally sent me
something from her drama group, she was always doing that, she always mixed up
my name in her contacts with a girl called Arielle. Thinking she was fine I
quickly ran gel through my vanilla hair and washed my face. On the way out of
my room I stuck a toothbrush in my mouth and splashed on my cologne and sprayed
some deodorant, which fumes stung my blue eyes. They were dull light blue, so
unlike Emika’s wild, beautiful dark blue eyes with hazel sprouting out from the
midnight coloured pupil and a light green rim. I’d almost forgotten how
radiantly beautiful she is. Almost.
I checked
the time on my cheap second hand watch. “Crap! I’m late!” oh Emika is so going to kill me! I rushed down the
stairs and into the kitchen, opening the fridge door with such force I thought
it would break off. I threw together an emergency lunch, which meant I had an
old protein bar, a probiotic Greek yogurt and an orange, all of which Niko
really likes so he usually swaps me a slice of raspberry velvet cake, an apple
and two chocolates, all of which he doesn’t like. Weird how he only likes the
things no one else does and everyone else likes the things he doesn’t. Kai
often made fun of him for that, but quickly made up with a comment on how
handsome he looked, which he did, he had hair as dark as black ink and eyes as
blue as the ocean at dawn. Niko had skin that would make you think that he has
never seen the sun. I can see why Akira fancy’s him, Akira always gets weird
looks from his parents when he is with them in public and someone asked him
what the girl situation is. It’s like his parents hate him for being gay. Don’t
get me wrong, I personally have nothing wrong with gay people or people who are
against gays, it’s just that everyone has their opinions on gays but you don’t
always have to make people feel bad or put them down if you don’t like their
choices or ways of life, it’s just wrong.
Oh my God
school starts in thirty minutes. As I’m about to race out of the two story
cream coloured house, my Uncle Alex walked out of the living room, scratching
his military style hair and putting on a clean shirt over his bronze abs after
his mid-morning workout. The new girl he had with him had red hair, green eyes
and smudged blue eyeliner. She called out from the living room couch, “hey
baby? Could you make me some coffee? I’m real tired and my boss wants me in for
an extra shift today.” She had a southern accent and spoke as if she hated
speaking in general. Uncle Douchebag looked back at her then me with those
brown eyes, and wicked smile. “Hey, you can make coffee kid, right?” he checked
his watch. “Uh, never mind you are going to be late for school, I really don’t
see why they haven’t kept you back, what are your grades again? D’s right?”
Getting angry I replied, “B’s actually” I started walking out the door, he
started to say something and I considered listening to him. I ignored that
impulse and walked down the street.
The second
I got to school, Niko raced over, with Kyran and Kai right behind him. He wore
the signature uniform, a blue shirt and black long pants, with the school
emblem on each, a moon amongst the stars as the principle would say with
admiration, and let me tell you, I’m a straight man but wow did he look good. He grabbed me by the shoulders a
steered me away from Kyran and Kai. How was it that the guy could look like
he’s just had six cups of coffee, plus energy drinks and has just suffered a
panic attack, and still look better
then Channing Tatum Justen Bieber and all of the bts boys combined? Haha, total
bro crush moment right there.
“I know
you’ve gotten the same text. I know you have, I’m going crazy, has she spoken
to you? Do you know what she’s up to?” Niko was rambling really fast, but he as
whispering, like someone could hear him. “Man, what’s wrong? Are you talking
about Emika’s text? Bro, it’s probably just something she was supposed to send
to her drama group, just chill, take a breath, everything is fine.” Well,
everything was fine until Niko showed
me the text he got from Em. What the
hell was she talking about? “Whoa…” I motioned over to Kai and Akira, not
wanting to end up like people in the movies where half the group don’t know
what’s going on until half way through when they’re about to die. Niko said
nothing as they read both of the texts.
“Holy crap.
What the hell is she on?” Kai spoke
with a tremor in her voice as if she was only trying not to cry.
“I’m with
Kai man, what in this world?” Kyran said.
The bell
went, saving me from having to talk them out of whatever suspicions they had.
We looked at each other grimly, and started walking toward roll class. No one
shared roll classes together so we went our separate ways. Only then did I
realise that Emika wasn’t here.
The second
that the lunch bell for 11:00 went I was told by Miss Danika that I was needed
in the office for an emergency. The last time I had heard something like that
my parents had died. I couldn’t stop thinking that something had happened to
Emika or Jan, my next door neighbour, or even Alex, he was an ass sure, but he
was the only family I had left. As I walked into the waiting room, I saw Kai
and Niko sitting down, holding hands, and Kyran watching Niko with a worried
expression. I hurried in and sat beside Ky, he caught me up to speed, which
wasn’t that interesting, and they had all been called up here just like me.
Well, if it involved all us, it couldn’t be that bad right? Wrong.
We were
called into the principal’s office almost straight away, and when we arrived,
Kit and Michael, Emika’s adoptive parents, sat crying, along with the guidance
counsellor. Was Emika okay? Me and the guys shared a look that said, what the hell is about to happen. The
principle looked directly at me as he said, “I know this is going to be
difficult to understand, so I won’t try and go through all the useless shit you
guys are going to hear a lot of the time, your friend Emika,” she reached
across the desk and covered my hand. “Your friend Emika hung herself of the
side of her apartment building.” What. What. What. What. What. What. What.
What. No. no. Emika wouldn’t do that. No. she wouldn’t. She isn’t like that.
Why would she do that? Why would she leave me here? All alone.
A week went
by where I did nothing. I wouldn’t speak to anyone, and even Alex left me
alone. I sat in my bed crying or sleeping or counting all the things I wished
id never said to her. I wished I told her I loved her more. I wished I had
complimented her more. I wished I had done everything and anything she needed
or wanted. Why on earth would she hang herself?
Today was
the day of her funeral. Kit and Michael relayed the gruesome discovery of their
dead daughter. They had come into her room to ask if she wanted pancakes or
waffles for breakfast, but they hadn’t found her there and they saw that her
window was open, figuring she was on the fire escape staircase they looked out
and found her body, pretty much blue from the cold and the lack of oxygen.
Kai said
what an amazing friend she had been and that she knows Emika will watch down on
us as we live our lives. When it was my turn to speak I just said that I loved
her and that she was a good person, then sat back down to admire the rest of
her funeral. The entire time people were trying to crack jokes and make people
laugh, saying that’s how she would have wanted us, happy and not sad. But the
jokes only made people cry. Kit and Michael made sure that everything was
perfect for their baby girl. I had several people ask me why I looked like I
had just come out of a zombie apocalypse, when I responded with a death glare
and the “leave me alone. Your only chance.” They usually did leave me alone to
mourn the sudden, tragic loss of my beautiful queen. The only girl whomever
stole my iron heart. No one made me feel the way she did. She is mine, or
rather she was.
Chapter
three
Niko
As days turns into more days, Emika’s death still rattled the in the newspapers
and on talk shows about what we can do to help people who we think are
suicidal. None of it really hurt me, I was more just surprised, I thought she
had finally gotten used to the way things were with her real mum. She had
nothing else going wrong. I guess I can’t really blame her, though, if I had
lost my two autistic siblings like she had, I probably wouldn’t haven’t been
able to tolerate a life like hers either, with the adoptive parents and school
and all. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if the text I had sent her was the
reason why, like she had wanted me instead of Ari, which was weird because even
when we were cheating on Kai and Ari she had always said no strings attached.
Hey, don’t look at me like that, it was only a one time . . . two time . . .
four time thing. I love Kai, and no one else, and of anything, I wish I hadn’t
done it. I would walk through fire just
to see her face. She’s my girl, not Emika.
I had gone
to see Ari the day after the funeral, he wasn’t responding so they called the
hospital and the doctors said he was catatonic, so I went home and checked on
Kai.
I picked up
my phone and scrolled through my contacts, ready to click on Kai’s name and
send her a text. Instead I found something really weird. First off, before I
tell you anything, let me just check with you. Phones aren’t supposed to, uh,
change contact names on their own right? Well, that’s exactly what my phone
did, scrolling through my contacts, Kai’s name was changed to MURDERER!! And
Emika’s name was changed to, Death Girl. I clicked into Kai’s messages, but
everything was as I’d left it, so I clicked into Death Girl, and my phone was
spammed with messages that I never got any notifications for. I read through
them.
Death Girl:
I’m not dead.
Death Girl:
I am coming.
Death Girl:
YOU. WILL. DIE.
The
temperature in the room dropped to at least negative fifteen degrees. Feeling
freaked out I changed the names back and deleted Death Girl. I switched into
Kai’s contact and sent her a message to calm myself down. It didn’t work. The
message didn’t go through. Instead, my phones battery died, even though I had
it charged to eighty percent.
The light
in my room died so suddenly I almost jumped out of my soul. The window opened
slowly and two icy blue and purple hands peeked over the top of the window
sill. Slowly, slowly, the hands grew into arms, and then a head raised itself.
It had long red hair and dead but beautifully alive blue eyes. A smile
stretched across the things face.
Then I got
scared. I jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs of my house. My parents
were taking a vacation in Bali so they were not coming home any time soon. I
could hear frantic cold feet right behind me, slapping against the floor. I
screamed and turned around but there was nothing there. A ran to the kitchen
and grabbed a knife from the draw.
It looked
so much like Emika. What the hell was it?! Being the dumb shit I am I screamed
out, “WHO ARE YOU? SHOW YOURSELF! IM HEAVILY ARMED!” the only response I got
was cold breath on my neck. Heavy breathing echoed down the stairs. Gleeful
laughing sounded of the walls. Little kids running around and then screaming in
terror. The ambience of crying and screaming got louder and louder and louder.
Then Emika’s voice screamed my name so loud my ears actually bled. A waterfall
of what looked and smelt like blood crashed down the stairs and right into my
face. I was drowning. The creature (did I mention this thing is NUDE?) swam up
to me and muttered something. I couldn’t hear it. I was too busy drowning in
blood. The creature grabbed my hand and said, “No strings attached Niko.”
Emika? What
the hell was she doing? She’s dead! She’s supposed to be dead, we saw the
autopsy reports!
“No! No,
you’re dead! You’re dead!” I gurgled incoherently. I realised I had been able
to hang onto the knife the whole time. Emiko grabbed my ankle and pulled me
through the blood pool. I won’t be able to hold my breath for much longer. I’m
going to drown if I don’t do something soon.
Thrashing
won’t do any good. Neither will yelling, I’ll just waste my energy, then I’ll
die anyway. A light bulb flashed on my mind. I wrenched my foot back randomly,
intending to kick her in the face then swim for safety and find a better plan,
somewhere where I can breathe. But instead of my master plan working out and me
getting to safety, she just wrenched the knife from my hands and said something
that sounded like a spell. I tried reaching for her but I couldn’t move my
hands. I thrashed, but I did me no good, like I had said before, it wasted my
energy and left me unable to do anything as she dragged me away into whatever
dark thing was approaching us.
She threw
me towards the big black portal-looking thing and I blacked out. I had random
dreams of Emiko speaking to a tall black man called Death. She was watching Kai
fold her washing in tears. Then she was laughing at the black man in an Italian
suit. He said nothing.
Gasping for
air I woke up in a completely never ending whit space. Emika was standing in
front of a whisky purple board, like a computer in a desk, and just like my
dream she was watching Kai in tears, folding up Emika’s clothes out of her
bedroom because her parents were too upset to do it themselves. Emile realised
I was awake and motioned me over.
“Am I
dead?” I asked her, confusing creeping into my voice. I expected her to say no,
then wake up from this horrible nightmares with dead friends and blue,
lookalike, creepy-ass girls in the nude. But she simply looked over to me and said
“yes. You are dead Niko. The girl you saw was my . . . imitation, was it Death?” she motioned over to him to speak and he
nodded.
Was he not allowed to speak? “Emika, what exactly are you running here? Who is
this guy? Why do you call him Death?” O-ookaay, I do this thing where I ramble
when I’m confused or scared. And huh you know, I was just told that I was dead.
“Because he is,
literally, death. He controls who lives and who dies and, like me, who gets
revenge. You could say he’s a God. Because, he is. Niko, I brought you here
first because I thought you wouldn’t understand. So I have Death standing by
here so, just in case when I explain things to you, you try to run. Death, can
you put a change, um . . . over there, far from the desk in front of me. Disarm
whatever can be used as a weapon or means of escape.” Death grumbled something
under his breath. “What was that?” Emiko asked with as evil sneer spread across
her face. “Nothing my . . . “then he grumbled some more. “My . . . ? Come one
now, you can say it, go on.”
“My Queen. Nothing
my Queen.” He said the word queen like it was her name. I immediately
sympathised with him. I bet he was actually a decent pers-god.
“Emika. Elaborate.
Now.” I said.
Emiko told me
everything. From her mother’s secret meth lab and her abusive step farther, to
the details of John’s death and her sibling’s.
“So, you want me to
help you, what? Murder my girlfriend because you think your step farther said
she help kill your siblings?” hold on, I needed to think rationally. If I
pretend to help her, all the way through this mess, I can maybe get Death to
turn against her and save my friends as well as Kai. I nodded along as she
explained her point of view and tried to sound as genuine as possible. God she
w’s so delusional. She thinks if she kills all of our friends that she’ll be
able to drive Kai insane and she’ll kill herself to get away from it. It took
all my strength not t just strangle her right there, and I’m not sure that
Death would want to stop her.
Kai told me that
she would wait another week before she killed Kyran, then two weeks before she
killed Ari. She explained that she wanted to make Kai hurt, so much more then
she had.
“You know, I
thought you would be the hardest to persuade, why are you not, uh, you know
trying to kill me?” Be careful what you wish for crazy.
“Well, I guess it
makes sense.”
“Thanks Niko,
thanks.”
****
Three Months later.
Chapter
four.
Kyran
“Think
about it,” Ari said from across the table.
“Think
about what Ari? Your dream doesn’t mean anything, Niko died three months ago,
the autopsy report said it was secondary drowning, not death by resurrected
ghost girl that also died a week or two before.” Kai spoke through tears. I
coughed to get their attention, “look, Em came to you in a dream, that’s all we
know, so why don’t you tell us the whole dream before we go jumping into random
theories, okay?” Ari sighed and turned to Kai again, before explaining his
dream.
“Okay, I
was standing on top of Niko’s staircase in his house, Emika was at the top of
his staircase, holding his hand. She said this, “Niko’s is here with me, he
accepted his death, I hope you will too. Or, Death here, will help you get over
your fear of cages. Love you!” it was the creepiest thing ever.” His worried expression
was infectious, first speeding to me then Kai. “What does she mean by Death? She said it like it was someone’s
name.” I asked, impatiently waiting for something scary to happen. To my
fortune, nothing did. I waited for someone to say something. No one did.
Instead, Ari got up and moved to where the Greek myths and books on Greek gods
were. He picked out several, handed them to me and picked out several more to
hand to Kai. “What do you what us to do with these?” Kai asked sceptically. “I
want you to read them. Then I want you to come back and tell me what you think
of my insane theories.” He got up, slammed his hands on the desk and said,
“good thing Emiko didn’t kill me before I found this out.” With that he walked
out of the library that had been listening to the entire conversation. “Uhh,
drama assignment, sorry.” They looked away.
****
When I got
home I dumped my bag on the desk and pulled out the Greek books that Ari had
given to me at the break.I went up to
my room, avoiding my parents. I’ve never really had a normal life. When I was
younger my parents tried to give me up, so I bounced around from placement to
placement, crying every time I was sent home away from people I grew to love,
so eventually I stopped loving. Or generally caring about anything really. I
shut off emotionally, and when I had discovered my girlfriend at the time
couldn’t handle it anymore, I tried walking onto a road in mid hour traffic.
Someone pulled me back and got counselling for the next two years. I turned gay
and started self-harming. I still do.
I pulled of
my school jacket, revealing my cut up arms. I sat on my bed and pulled a sharp
pocket knife from my bag. I slid the knife hard across my arms. Blood ran down
my skin, dripping to the brown carpet, filling my nose with the coppery smell.
I cover the new cuts with a cloth and started reading the books. The more I
read the more I understood what Ari’s theories were about, there were constant
stories about people coming back from the dead and taking revenge on the people
who knew them the best. Seeing revenge on people who have forsaken them while
they were alive. But who would have done that, knowing Emika’s already screwed
up past?
I would be
lying if I said I did not fall in love with Niko before he died. I was always
jealous of Kai, and whenever I saw her with him I had the urge to walk right
over and give him a kiss he would never forget. But I held back, and now I’m
glad I did, otherwise I think Kai would have just ended it. Reading through the
books, I came to realise that Ari’s theory wasn’t . . . completely insane. If I
thought about it, Emiko dying and then Niko soon after, it did seem kind of . .
. extra. I mean,
personally I’m a Christian boy, and so are my parents though they aren’t really
supportive of my, uh, gayness . . .? Pulling some random clothes out of my
closet, I changed out of my uniform, careful to avoid spreading blood
everywhere.
A knock on my door sounded. I
shoved on a jumper and opened it. “Hey Kyran, you had time to read my books
yet?” taking the jumper of I invited Ari in. He was the closest person to me,
he was the first person I ever told about my cuts and he seems like the only
person in the whole world to understand. In truth, he’s the one I’ve been
crushing on since I was fourteen, not Niko. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Niko is
. . . was, was hot as all hell, but
I’m not really into the hot guys, I’m into the, I don’t know, creative, cute
and funny guy’s and Niko was more like tall dark and handsome, totally Kai’s
type of guy. Ari is always there when I need him, he’s easy to talk to and
makes me feel instantly better when he’s around. Niko was hard to talk to, and
never seemed to get my point of view on subatomic partial enhancement and
theoretical physics. Oh yeah, I’m a nerd.
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