Evil Wayne: Serials
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#16As I stepped into the corridor, I saw Lee--he looked crazed--his head jerking left and right quickly.He looked like an epileptic victim. "Which way, damnit!" he said. "Ya know," I said. "You've been quite rude lately and..." At this point he did hit me and I went reeling and met the floor. Which seemed to be happening quite a lot lately. It was also at this point I realized three things: One, I understood some of the plans I had seen. Second, I was not Superboy, I was my mortal self. And Third, and most important, I was going to have one hell of headache. I stood up, my left cheek pounding. Lee had lost some of his psycho energy. "Gee, Wayne," Lee said. "I'm sorry." "No problem," I said rubbing my cheek. Lee smiled, then his psycho face came back and he screamed, "NOW WHICH WAY, SCUMBAG?!??" He really needs to switch to decaf. #17I pointed to the left and Lee took off.Kevin stepped up and said, "He's been a little tense." "Yeah?" "Well, you know he's been..." We hear Lee's banzai cry and some kind of fighting. We ran. As we turned the corner I saw Lee standing in a pile of 4S troopers. His eyes wide, breathing erratic, bascially any normal man would have run away seeing that. But we knew better. That's just Lee's look. "YAAHOOOOO!!!" He screamed and ran away again. So I was wrong. So it's not just Lee's look. Kevin sighed and ran after Lee. I was about to do the same when I noticed that one of the unconscious troopers was that cute little redhead from the train. Sigh. I'm a sucker for scantly clad babes. #18I turned her over and lightly tapped her cheek.Nothing. Well, I thought. Time for a little CPR. Mouth to mouth. After a few minutes of this she coughed and opened her eyes. She smiled. I realize now that her eyes must have been out of focus at this moment. She blinked. Then she blinked again. Her smile faded as she blinked another time. Then she sucked in massive amounts of air, opened her eyes real wide and, because I was unprepared, she threw me off her. As I regained myself, she was already on her feet, knife withdrawn. "You!" She said. "Hi," I smiled. Her skimpy outfit nearly falling off. She smiled back, "I get to kill you know." I think my smiled faded. #19I looked at her cut little face, to her big ol' knife, to her cute little exposed body parts, back to that big ol' knife."But I just saved your life!" I said realizing that she was seriously going to give me that big ol' knife, tip first. Her eyebrows came together, "Irrelevant, you should have let me die." "Well,... How about we call it even?" She laughed. "You're a man! How typical." Her face turned mean. "When confronted by a woman who clearly has you at a disadvantage, you whine and cry, trying to confuse and manipulate her into being your will. Subjugating her to psychological stress, causing her to break down later in life. Forcing her to live a life of self-doubt and psychological disorder and..."12 During her speech she failed to notice my slow approach to her. I was right next to her. I punched her out cold. #20Her limp body fell into my arms. That big ol' knife fell and stuck into the floor which scared me. The floor was reinforced steel.I picked her up and started in the direction that Kevin and Lee had gone. I know, why bring the stupid bitch along? Well, she's cute and besides, I've always been a glutton for punishment. I reached the end of the corridor and saw no sign of Kevin or Lee. As the door opened and I entered, the cutie began to regain consciousness. "Oh," she said, her head moving back and forth. Eyes still closed, but wincing in pain. "Bobby? No!" She murmured. Now she began thrashing. It was beginning to annoy me so I dropped her. Thud. 12. Yeah, it's a groaner. |
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