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War
Dec 30, 2005 12:45:16 GMT -5
Post by Khrystal Walker on Dec 30, 2005 12:45:16 GMT -5
Khrystal Walker walks out of her shower, dressed as she was made, a misfitted conglomeration of body parts, as if the Maker had made a run through the clearance aisle at the parts house. She turns to her closet, pulls out a set of pajamas, the Dr. Denton kind with the feet, and slips them on.
She then turns to her bed, and sees the knife, the message in red, and her wounded companion. Stepping back one step, she pulls out a Desert Eagle 50 from her closet in one hand, and her cell phone off the charger in the other.
She hits a number on her speed dial, she hoped that her boss would answer. She doubted it, given their last spat, but she knew she would answer the message.
"Porthos, this is Walker. Get to my house yesterday. I'm just about to call the cops. Klowd's been here. The war has begun."
Walker hangs up and dials 911. She makes the call, and then starts walking over her house. She hoped she would find him before the police do. "Do what you can you little sneak! You still have to have the championship, and you'll never get it from me!"
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