You know what? Just don't even read this. It's too shocking.
by
The jungle cat pounced, and they fell gloriously onto the carpeted floor of the limousine. She slinked herself across his waist, straddling him, and then leaned down, their faces almost meeting as her painted nails traced abstract patterns across his thinly-clad chest.
"Mind if I'm on top this time, lover?" came the words from Diana's smirking lips. All he could do was hum in response.
Smoothly she slid her legs back between his and leaned into his lower abdomen with all her weight as she grabbed his shoulders and started smothering his neck. One hand slithered across the floor, maybe looking for a way to steady herself he thinks as his hips answer hers of their own accord, testing the faded denim's limits. His own hands reached up and ravaged her scented hair, while he thrust up with his legs to turn himself over on top of her; he liked where she was, and he was going to keep her there.
He didn't even notice her hair was on the floor until he moved his hand and it went with it.
He jerked up suddenly, his face twisted in confusion. And he quickly came to the horrible realization he was looking into a familiar face. True, it was covered in makeup, and looked unusually scared to death, but it was capped with a short, sandy style that he had seen earlier in the day.
"You... Stanley!? What the f..."
He didn't even see his arm swing at him. He didn't even see the champagne bottle fly at his head. But all, after a shattering crash and carbonated explosion, was darkness.
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"I'm sorry."
Those were the first words he heard when he came to, a weak apology from a cracking voice. Kade's eyes opened to see Stanley Green sitting across from him, still dressed as from the limousine but without the wig. He felt himself growing hot from anger--a little bit of steam even rose from his damp clothes, stinking of spilt alcohol. If he weren't strapped by chain-ropes to a stone chair, he would have undoubtedly gotten up and killed the kid.
"I grabbed the bottle after I got on top of you," said Stanley shakily. "I had planned to use it all along to knock you out. But you weren't supposed to know it was me. It wasn't supposed to..."
"Can it, freak boy!" shouted the monster in the chair. "Candice told me about you. All this time with your eye on Viper... Boy, did you play a lot of people, kid."
"Its not like that..."
"So," he continued, disregarding the interruption, "did you get what you wanted? Got me all 'liquored up' and unconscious? A chance to live out a sick freak's 'wet dream?'"
"NO!" cried the nerve-wracked boy, on the verge of tears. "It's not like that at all! I had to bring you to him!"
His brow furrowed. "What the Hell are you talkin' about? Who?"
As if in immediate response, a shadow came across Kade, cutting Stanley off from his sight. The shadow belonged to a man, a man deathly pale and draped in blue.
