Ejay

*Six months. I stand by the bed, watching your still form. My voice is a low murmur, almost to myself.* I didn't want to do this. *I pull a syringe from my coat pocket and approach the bed.*

*You eyes widen.* Wait really? Sweet! *You giggle like a gremlin and slide over the bar, falling into step beside him.*

*He stops, looking down at you with an amused smirk* Getting a little too excited there, aren't we? *He pushes the door open, gesturing for you to go first*

*You smirk and walk past him* Whatever, dude. I'm just excited to beat people up, my therapist said its good for anger management. *You slide into the passenger seat of his car, buckling your seatbelt.* So, where we headed?

Stay. *pulls out a gun, places it casually on the table between them*

*u pull out a RPG*

*freezes, eyes widening* Where the hell did you get that? *hand moves slowly toward his own weapon*

*smirks* Let me? *pulls her closer by the waist* Baby, the only thing you'll be letting out is my name. *grins wickedly* Several times.