Non, je ne regrette rien

~Edith Piaf

It was a spring afternoon, not to different from today. She was so pretty with her red quills, and her shy but empathetic personality. I was always a friends to her. I felt that she could go to me whenever she had a problem. We we're siblings, or rather soulmates. In High school, we came so close to being a couple.

I had impressed her with stunts, been romantic for her, and made financial sacrifices for her. Then HE showed up in an Army uniform. HE impressed her with stunts, HE had been romantic, HE made NO financial sacrifices for her. Guess who she marries? HIM!

She wouldn't go for a guy like me anyway. Giggles was a friend, but not truly attractive to me. Giggles was just enough to make her stop loving me. But I still loved her. I wanted her. I needed her. I BREATH ONLY FOR HER. AND SHE FALLS IN LOVE WITH AN OVERRATED BEAR!

What peeves me the most, is that they had sex! A CHILD, AN ILLEGITIMATE CHILD WAS ON THE WAY! A porcubear, of all things.

No Matter, If my world has tumble around me, I shall make her's do so as well. I patted down my headfur, put on a pair of shades, and load the Uzi with ammo. I got in my car, and took a little drive downtown.

I first fired a couple magazines down Main street, stir up Ole Flippy and Flaky from their hibernation. Then, driving down Ankrum Avenue, I slow, to let every bullet take a victim. I reach Flip's Quonset hut and take a sharp right turn into their yard, driving through their quaint little fascade of happiness, and into an earthshaking tragedy. The wood and cheap nails tear apart around the nose of the car as I drive through their house. The living room was charming, now torn apart under my tires. I could say the same about the kitchen, even though it was cramped.

Neither was home that day, and would never be 'home' again. With both the house and the car wrecked, I stole Flippy's Jeep. I unloaded another magazine into Methegrim and FOS street's houses, before the wonderful exercise the cops gave the jeep.

I heard them take up the chase at Navarro St. I put my foot on the pedal, and sped down Burning Bird Road. Through the maze of streets. The one I remember most was the corner of HFTW Drive and LivingDead Street. It is narrow, and always jammed with cars, I just drove. In and out of traffic, I heard crashes behind me, and laughed.

Not for long, as I plummeted off the side of the road at Livingdead street into the foliage.

Nowadays, I am not Cuddles. I am Springheel Jack; The Auto-Rapist version of the DC Sniper. Nowadays, I can only breath for Flaky in a cement prison cell. But I have a plan to escape. I'll cut myself, as there is little security in the Health room. Then I shall return to her, covered in the clor of my lover.

That's scary I wrote this...

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I had to get this out, it's really kinda crappy, and I'll revise it later.