“Irony can suck my Dill Pickle,” Havok mumbled, dragging his feet as he wandered about the town. Despite the city seeming vaguely familiar, he still somehow managed to get lost on his way back to the hotel. He turned into an alleyway and walked for a little bit, before finding himself staring at a dead end.

Giving in to his increasing frustration, the serial killer growled and kicked over a nearby trashcan. A startled cat darted out of the garbage and into the night. Aaron sat on the overturned can and sighed.

“If I had a car, I could find it in no time. As long as it wasn’t a stick shift, anyway,” he thought. Havok surveyed his surroundings. Maybe he could find his way back to the ice cream parlor. If he could find his way back there, there was a chance he’d… What was that noise?

Aaron slowly turned around, and didn’t exactly like what he saw. A gun in his face let him know that he was, in fact, getting robbed. The wielder of the gun was a fairly skinny bald man with a tattoo over his right eye. Havok could faintly smell onion in the man’s breath as he spoke.

“Sorry man, but a guy has to make a living somehow. You know the drill. Gimme all of the money you have, and anything you have that’s worth cash.”

Aaron looked at the gun and broke out in a fit of laughter. The robber nervously shook the gun at his supposed victim and asked, “What are you laughing at?”

“You left the safety on,” Havok replied, before going for the man’s eyes.

~

Samantha drummed her fingers on the dining room table. She was unsure of what she was supposed to do, or when she was supposed to do it. Now that he was back, she certainly wanted to see him, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by smothering him on his first day back.

He’d told her that he was staying at the Bates Motel, so that might be a sign that he wanted to visit with her and catch up on things. At the same time however, he seemed a little confused when she ran into him outside the ice cream parlor. What if he’d forgotten her?

She lightly bit her lip and puffed air out her mouth. If he’d forgotten her, that would truly suck. She sure hadn’t forgotten him. Samantha rarely went a day without thinking about that man.

~

Havok stepped out of the alley in full serial killer apparel. His face was smeared with the wannabe robber’s blood, distinctly spread in horizontal lines over his eyes and across his cheeks. Around his torso he wore a black sleeveless shirt, and he’d replaced his jeans with a kilt.

The pain obsessed monster wore a fedora hat atop his head, and carried his satchel under his arm. Though he was buzzing quite a bit after what he’d done to the robber, he knew that he couldn’t risk being sighted in such a bizarre outfit. He darted off, keeping low and watching for anybody who might see him.

~

Samantha stirred some sugar into her coffee and took a sip. Still unhappy with the taste, she added several more spoonfuls of sugar. On the second taste, she found it far better than before. With a slight smile she took her drink into the living room.

She’d done quite well for herself in recent years. After opening a local café, she’d made the café the most popular spot in town by introducing drinks from around the world. People in the city loved the taste of Tybalt espresso, North Alumbiun double shots, and Billings famous vanilla mochas.

With the money she earned from her business, she’d been able to buy one of the nicest houses in town. It was a two story house with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a balcony, a deck, and a large basement. Having such a house all to herself made her lonely from time to time, but she was happy with it most days.

Samantha sat on her favorite couch and set her coffee down on the table before her. She’d have to invite him over to see the house sometime…

~

“YES! A CAR!” Havok thought, delighted. He tugged on the door and found that its owner had made the mistake of leaving it unlocked. It wasn’t long before he hotwired it and drove off.

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~BA Characters~

Quote:

Originally Posted by Quark My confidence just had an erection.

~RIP Ceesco~
Big bro will always love you.