Sorry the chapter's so short. Family shit happening. Wanted to get the chapter out instead of keeping it. Longer chapters is something I need to work on as an author.
Also, nothing will EVER stop me from loving muscular freckled redhead girls.
...I will eventually make an Auxiliary chapter for all character's appearances.
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"My story is one of many thousands, and the world will not suffer if it ends too soon." - Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Assassin's Creed: Embers
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"You got her trail?"
A man walks up to the woman speaking from the desk, his head bowed down. The man's frame is covered in black clothing, a torso-shaped bulge protruding from his body. If one looked into his eyes, though, all they would find is bloodshot retinas glaring back.
"Yes ma'am. She seems to be taking refuge in the homeless camp in Strawberry. We saw her entering a door in the back of the camp."
"Hmph. Dumbass is getting fucking sloppy. Ah, works for me, though."
The woman, standing from her chair, starts to stretch, every muscle in her freckle-covered body screaming with tension, every vein rushing blood straight to her heart, seemingly undying in its vitality. He massive breasts heave with every vigor-fueled breath. The smile she releases is almost primal in the way it stretches across her face. Her dyed, fiery-red hair falls to the side of her head, wild in appearance. Her emerald green eyes seemingly show joy and rage, but if one looked deep into her irises, they'd see a deep-seated worry.
finally looks down at the man.
"Lead me there. I wanna see where the bitch lays her head at night."
I hope she's okay.
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"Let's see if she's still impatient."
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Arriving at the homeless camp in a black SUV, the women immediately smashes open the passenger seat door, rushing forward without waiting for the other person that came with her. Passing by some people, accidentally bumping some people over, she eventually reaches the door. The massive woman sees the warning of the voltage, and looked around for a second, then just pulls it open, heading inside.
Once she was away from prying eyes for just a second, the woman's face scrunched up in worry, her eyes darting around in a rush. In her rushed visual pat down of the ramshackle furniture, her anger soared, a large vein comically appearing on her forehead.
FUCK! Should've known it was like this, but i never thought it would be this damned bad. And here I've been sitting on my fat fucking ass twiddling my goddamned thumbs while she been living in FUCKING SQUALOR!
She wanted to smash something, but didn't want to destroy the already fragile living conditions. She settled for squeezing her fists until they bled instead.
Realizing she had been standing still for far too long, the woman searched around the room, taking deeper observations of the things around her.
The mattress in the corner had ripped-up sheets covering them, color faded from overuse.
Transformers sit in the middle of the room, worn but still in use.
A dusty table sat next to the mattress, and on it laid a note.
I don't live here anymore, so don't worry that angry face of yours. Where I do live, though, is with
| another woman. I KNOW you're seething in rage at that. I shivered at the thought. Not from fear
| though. But truly, I missed you, and I hope that we meet again under better circumstances, now
| isn't just the right time. By the way, I left you a gift in the back parking lot. Hope you keep it well.
| -Alexandra
| P.S. - Take better care, sis. I saw how your eyes look nowadays. I thought mine were black.
She crushed the paper and pocketed it, the veins on her arms popping out angrily, not a word coming out of her mouth. But remembering the last part, she smiled, the tension in her arms lightening.
At least she never changed.
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If only the woman knew how wrong she was.
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Alexandra smirked, watching the way the woman smiled so widely when seeing the Duke O' Death. She tried to enter it, and enter it she did, but could barely fit her massive frame in the door. From memory, though, it should be bigger inside.
Alexandra watched the woman exit the vehicle, and call over the person with her. She then saw the person walk away after being spoken to, which left the woman alone.
Suddenly, the woman's head swiveled to where she sat in what she though was a well-hidden area, and her smile deepened, seemingly in innocent joy.
"I'm going to beat the shit out of you, Alexandra."
The notion of peace was quickly severed, and Alexandra started running.