A specific deserted street: leads to zone 6. Recommended: Steer clear

"Did you say 'Don't I look like a pussy?' Because yes, you do."

I raise an eyebrow.
"you're retarded"

I blink. "And you're ugly."

"Knew that, didn't care," I look at the vandalized BLI/ND patch on the arm of my jacket.

I almost followed her eyes, but figured it wouldn't be very intelligent. Not when we both were seconds away from killing oneanother.

I narrow my eyes, "You are definitely a liar," I decide

I raised an eyebrow and dig my gun further into her stomach.

"I'm right, then?" I ask, "And just so you know, I'm number eight on the Ex list."

"I was raised my a Draculoid. If that's what you mean."

"Thought so... But there's more," I say

"I haven't been able to kill my god forsaken father. That enough for you?"

"For now. I am pretty sure you aren't going to dust me just yet."

"Even heartless guys don't tend to kill girls for no good reason."

"That's not true," I say quietly

I pulled my raygun out of her stomach and put it in its holster, also putting my bazooka back to its original position.

I start running as fast as I could, which, because of my height, wasn't as fast as it could be

I raised an eyebrow, and started running after her. Well, I was jogging, really.

I know he's following me, so I sit down

I stopped and looked at her. I pulled my mask up.

I stick out my tongue

I laughed, while mentally rolling my eyes.

I look at the tiny timekeeper on my wrist. "Shit! I have to get home... Bye!" I yell, running back down towards my apartment, pulling my bandana back over my mouth and nose. The front of the helmet falls down on its own

I gave her a few seconds before silently following her.

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