"Aaaaaaaaaaaa- aaah-, shit what is this bloody thing " Angela tried to stamp her feet as she was screaming out of frustration for the illusion she had seen of Ethan coming to her rescue and for the horrible experience of getting possessed but found one of her feet stuck.
More precisely, it wasn't a thing but someone was hanging on to her left foot. If it was any other time she would have filmed this historical moment of her life and looked at it every now and then to cheer up. After all not every day someone clang to her as if their life is on the line.
*his life is really on the line
" Well, well, if it isn't the rude customer I wonder who it is?^^" seeing the name tag on his now red colored school uniform she asked with a sarcastic smile. He was the rude hot headed boy who wanted to get her fired. A not so gentleman boy.
As she stopped smiling, she kicked him off her foot with a clean Ushiro Geri. Her master sure would be proud if he saw this. After all she is a pro MMA fighter, even if she doesn't fight officially..
"Huh, Much better! Now if my always right intuitive, is right as always, these numbers showing 2 minutes don't seem like counting down for fire works.
"I really want to go shock too, about how I am alive and everything.. But I literary died not long ago therefore, I have felt it with my whole being that this is the reality.. Now get up so we can leave before those monsters come back.." I told the boy who sat down where I had kicked him embracing himself and shaking as if he was crying.
"That is if you're not planning on becoming monster foo- pfft.. hahaha.. doesn't it sound funny? Monster food! Hahah" looking at the not moving boy I said while laughing at my own, not funny, joke like a mad woman.
Seeing no reaction I decided to just leave him behind.
[shlap shlp]
Dang it!
After taking a few steps she stopped with a growl. For some reason she couldn't bring herself to leave him to die. Perhaps it was his age or maybe she needed someone to help her stay sane.
Angela was never good at consulting people and sugar always worked for herself so she started rummaging her pockets to see if she had anything to cheer him up. Other than the box cutter knifes, a packet of chocolate was all she found.
Deciding to just give the kid chocolate and wait for his brain to start working , with swift steps, she went back the distance she had gone. The chocolate bars in her hand.
She really couldn't bring herself to do charity, therefore she raised her head and stared at the bloody ceiling.
" Here is today's offering. Please, let me survive!" she pleaded to the ceiling, showing the packet of chocolate, with a tired and hoarse, of all the screams, voice.
Before giving the chocolate, as if remembering something important, she pointed both her middle fingers to the ceiling.
"You fucking XX angel bastards, don't you dare mess up my massage! Or I might just descend to heaven and tear your wings up!" She threatened talking to the angel bastards who had most probably tampered with most of her massages.
Then she bent her knees and sat in front of the boy, whose name tag stated that his name was "Mikael". A name that didn't quite suit his feisty personality and previous rude demeanor would she say.
"Hey Mike, you know I usually don't hit minors but for you I'm gonna make make an exception.. So be grateful! " She explained and before he could react started slapping him imagining she was slapping Ethan! It felt quite fulfilling.
[Slap! ]
[Slap! ]
[Slap! ]
[Slap! ]
"Stop it! stop it!"he said crying as he tried blocking his face with his hands.
Seeing him coming out of that pathetic state she stood up pleased and to be honest with less pent up anger. Then she lift him up on his feet by collar. Opening the package she was holding the whole time, she, with her bloody hands, showed a chocolate in his still sobbing mouth and handed him the rest of the packet.
"Eat the chocolate and don't sue me if we left this damned grave with our heads still attached! And stop crying or you might just attract something to us."
"Why are you giving me this?", he asked sniffing as he looked at the chocolate bar.
"Cause you look so handsome in your bloody uniform and your new red body color!", Angela replied sarcastically with a grin.
"Of course it's for the slaps, Haven't you seen people holding placards that says [1 dollar a slap]. By the way haven't you seen a big luxurious looking baseball bat around here? ."
"I no-f mi-cha" he responded with a mouth full of chocolate bars resembling a squirrel.
Angela was pined in place. Of course, not because of how much he could fill his mouth, she was a bigger eater herself. There was a holographic window in front of her eyes.
[Would you like to take out item "Hit-blowing bat" out of inventory?]
[ Yes or No?]
Angela whistled!
" Holy mother of my son.. "
Ignoring Mikaels confused and self cautious look, she looked at the window and tried touchning yes! With her touch the expensive bat that she was lured to buy was in my hands.
"Holy cow it works!"
"Hey Mikael, try thinking statues window" I encouraged him.
She wasn't quite keen on doing that herself, because of her infamous luck. But she wanted to look what else she had in her inventory, after all she had spent a fortune in the system shop.
Suddenly she heard a commotion. Thinking it is monster she thought 'store bat and close the window' as expected it worked. Then I horridly hold Mikaels mouth and dragged him with her between two piles of bodies.
"Shh! ", Angela murmured to the struggling boy as she gestured him to look.
"Where the hell did the manager go?", said a man with rough voice and knife scars on his face said.
"sniffs sob sob!", this time it was a little girl crying quietly as she hold a torn teddy bear.
Seeing there was a large group of people, Mike was about to stand up and ask for help but Angela dragged him down, holding his mouth again.
"You dumb-ass! Do you wish to die? We should observe first!" she whispered, sending him death glares.
"You said there was convenience store on this floor?" asked the gangster looking man.
"Yes sir. That way!" said a boy with familiar voice.
"Isn't that your'e friend?" she whispered again seeing the boy in glasses. The one who threatened her.
"Answer with your head!"
He nod.
A while later came painful screams from the store's direction.
"I really don't know why there isn't anything! I'm sorry sir! Please spare me sir!"
Well, it kind of pained Angela's conscience. If her subconscious pronoun works properly everything is most probably in her inventory.
Anyways she gave Mikael a "See I was right!!" look which he answered with a pout.
Then as they were about to back away to the other side of the corridor, someone saw them and started screaming and pointing at them.
"There! You two their come out or I'm shooting!"
"Damn!" Angela muttered as she raised her hands in the air and came out with a fake smile, trying to give off friendly vibes.
Mentally counting how many civil people there were and how many of them were gangsters with guns. And most importantly counting how many she could take on.