The last thing you want to have happen to you is to be woken up when your in a deep sleep- but what's even worse, is someone waking you up from a deep sleep, by chucking a gun at you.
I was dreaming about those "Zoopals" paper plates that are shaped like animals, and that dumb ass song that they sing in those god awful commercials.
When all of a sudden something smashes the bed post next to me, my eyes shot open and I flung up with a rush of frightened adrenaline.
"What the fuck?" I yelled as I saw a bored looking Slayer.
His blonde hair slick and shiny, his pasty skin reflected the bright light from outside.
"What?" He scowled at me, almost as if I was the one whom had thrown a fucking gun at him.
I sat up, and grabbed the gun from the side of the bed, it was a Smith and Wesson Model 27 Magnum With a .357 caliber magnum.
I frowned at the heavy duty and clearly mafia used gun. When we were in class training at the CIA we spent half of the time
Training in classrooms on how to identify mafia guns that certain unidentified mafia members would use.
for?" I
black, wearing a tight black
told me to get
sounded like a 14 year old freshman, rather than a 19 year old
Was all I
me this time, an almost smile formed on his lips, "you two have fun last
but then remembered how it looked; I'm in bed,
myself, and cleared
and how close your getting with Sin, might be okay with him and Xavier, but it's not with me. Until you swear in to omertà, your not one
feel this way, I mean I didn't exactly blame him, a couple months ago I was in the CIA, bred and trained to
had joined was to take down
awhile. Slayer seemed to
had been thinking about that lately, i
all of his emotions, which
his throat, "well um. That's a big deal. Are you