Chapter 2
| The Story | The Authors |
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| He looked around his prisson cell. He was sitting in a tiny, greyish bed. There was a hole in the wall (NOT big enough to crawl through) which, he guessed, he would get his food through. He noticed a newspaper on the ground and read the headline. "MAN COMMITS SECOND DEGREE MURDER!!! Kerk Oloquesta killed Janetina Brownum yesterday! His trial will be tommorow!" Kerk checked the date of the newspaper. October 30. That was yesterday... so Kerk's trial was today! He hadn't even seen his lawyer! This was totally unfair. But what was Kerk going to do about it? | |
| "Mr. Lartiel, we have a visitor." Jon, his cell gaurd, said. Kerk looked up. "Yeah?" Kerk said hoarsely. " Jon, Kerk and I would love to be alone." a woman said. She was wearing a black dress, Kerk guessed she had no bra on because her dress drooped along her breasts. Jon walked away. " Kerk, you want to get out of jail, right? By the way, I'm Anita." she was drooping so low so he could see her breasts completely. Kerk reached out to sqeeze her breasts gently. " Follow me." Anita led him to a trap door in the cell. "Meet you at the front door." Anita went to see Old Saint Margill. He was a sick man, just dying to have sex. He even was gay, too. " Hello, Margill." Anita drooped low so he could see her breasts (by the way, Margill was in a cell). Margill reached out. Anita held her breath. Everytime he did this, it hurt. Margill's hand clomped down on her breast. | |
| Meanwhile, Kerk was walking away when his mind suddenly went blank. "FREIDA, YOU RUINED MY REPUTATION! I HATE YOU!!!" "Oh no," he thought, "Here we go again......... | |
| I CAN'T BELIEVE I DUMPED HER AGAIN. EVERYONE AT SCHOOL WILL HATE ME ONCE AGAIN. | |
| (I THINK I JUST WENT OUT OF MY MIND ANITA'S BREASTS DO THAT TO ME I HATE IT I PISSES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. ANY HOT CHICKS DO THAT TO ME) OH MY GOD WHERE ARE THEY I GUESS I AM BEING TAKIN TO BE EXUCUTED SHIT EXECUTED. !!!!!!!I'M GOING TO DIE!!!!!!! | |
| oh no | |
| Then after some more gratuitous compliments, they remembered that they had not used condoms but actual water ballons to pummel their limited number of partners. Within a few months, they had all become very positive. "if only we had been developed into well-rounded, believable characters who had other motivations and aspirations in their lives, maybe we would not have resorted to the tired plotlines that have led to our downfall..." | |
| But, said a dark stranger peering from a frosted and cracked window into their sad, pathetic, undeveloped lives, "i can make you free." The HIV positive heroes staggered bleary eyed to the weathered paine of glass, and outside was a figure unlike any they had seen before. Lithe and wiry, crowned with raven black hair, he hovered in the window, suspending God and Nature's law, forcing the universe to allow him his will. All were captivated by his steele blue eyes that burned with an unnatural flame, glowing blue like a hot flame, they beconed the HIV heroes onto the fire escape. They beckoned them further, onto the railing, they called for one more step, and off to their grisly deaths they fell, broken bones echoed in the night air. Gabriel, the dark stranger, entered their room... |
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