Willow Pillow
Three Thousand Club
The oxycotin began to take its effect. She rode the magical pain killer dragon many a time, she could feel her body feeling that light numbness. Where your insides feel hard and limp but you were light as a feather and can fly far far away. Closing her eyes for a moment, she wondered if up in the sky and the clouds there was no one that wanted to murder her or no one that wanted to covet her for her special little....talents.
As Max carried her upstairs, her cheeks went slightly red. Either from the medication...or other things. He mentioned the kid hiding the gun. "Oh...oh that would be bad. That would mean it would affect him. He's a child. He's going to kill everyone in the school until he shoots himself. We should find the kid first....then the precint."
"It's more to it than that. There are things called crossroad demons. THey collect souls based off bargains. You make deals. Souls are very powerful. Like...like a shot of heroin of energy...wooosh. I think someone finds whatever they want at the store...and when they make a purchase its like he claims their soul...maybe? I don't know....does the pawn shop owner collect the souls of the victims of the gun too? oooh...that would be bad...that is a lot of souls....Max we'd be screwed..." She said we. She stopped she hunted a lone and shut up the rest of the stairway up into the room.
He was getting the giggle fits. Her good foot tapped his nose. "You're not a freak...more of a goof. A cute goof...but a goof all the same."
As Max carried her upstairs, her cheeks went slightly red. Either from the medication...or other things. He mentioned the kid hiding the gun. "Oh...oh that would be bad. That would mean it would affect him. He's a child. He's going to kill everyone in the school until he shoots himself. We should find the kid first....then the precint."
"It's more to it than that. There are things called crossroad demons. THey collect souls based off bargains. You make deals. Souls are very powerful. Like...like a shot of heroin of energy...wooosh. I think someone finds whatever they want at the store...and when they make a purchase its like he claims their soul...maybe? I don't know....does the pawn shop owner collect the souls of the victims of the gun too? oooh...that would be bad...that is a lot of souls....Max we'd be screwed..." She said we. She stopped she hunted a lone and shut up the rest of the stairway up into the room.
He was getting the giggle fits. Her good foot tapped his nose. "You're not a freak...more of a goof. A cute goof...but a goof all the same."