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Wild Wastelands High School | Springvale Highschool
An Evening in Mourning...
Eddie Callahan | Thomas "Shifty" McGee
[hr]An Evening in Mourning...
Eddie Callahan | Thomas "Shifty" McGee
Had Thomas McGee or Eddie Calahan had the foresight to plot a course out of the school, the path they were on would have been their last choice. Never the less, perhaps it was best for the Tall and Pale Junior Undertaker and his Long Haired Best Friend to have taken the path that they did for it took them past the locker that had once belonged to Lucy Black. Thomas was the first to blink and stop in his tracks when he noticed where they were. Standing still, the Tall and Pale Junior Undertaker was silent as he looked at the very spot where he'd waited to meet Lucy after school before their far too short but happy walks home.
The painting of the lockers had become an annual event for the Grounds Keeping staff of Springvale High School. In their ever present war against vandalism, a fresh coat of paint had been applied to each and every locker in an attempt to obliterate a year's accumulation of crudely drawn penises, phone numbers, dirty jokes and the like. The smell of fresh paint still lingered in the air as if taunting Thomas as he stared at Lucy's locker.
"Eddie... can... I borrow your knife?" The Sophmore asked, knowing that Eddie kept a small Swiss Army knife with him.
Taking the tool from his friend, Thomas flipped one of the smaller blades out from the handle and applied the keen edge to the fresh coat of paint that marred Lucy's locker. Slowly and gently, the heart broken young man began rubbing the blade against the locker's surface, peeling the paint off of the locker a single layer at a time. Slowly, a message, set inside of a cutely drawn heart, was revealed.
T.M. + L.B.
Forever
Forever
Blowing on the locker's surface one last time, Thomas backed away from his dead girlfriend's locker and ran his fingers over the message as if trying to will the ink into his body and inscribe itself inside of him.
Watching his friend's use of his knife, pangs of guilt hit Eddie in the back of his head. Guilt, with a tiny hint of jealousy. It was now, where all is weak rationalisations dwindled, that he realised that he was never over Lucy Black. He always thought of his warnings towards Shifty as an attempt to keep his friend from having to go through what he did, but maybe, just maybe, it was all fuelled by a subconscious desire to ruin what he couldn't have. Maybe Lucy didn't just dump him for no reason. Maybe he was at fault. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
"Let's... Let's just go, Shifty." he said as he buried his face in his hat, disgusted by the very thought of his potential intentions, walking forward "Constance is probably freaking out right now."
Grunting in something that resembled agreement, Thomas turned towards his friend and nodded before wiping a sleeve across his eyes, removing any trace evidence that he'd been crying whilst restoring the small message between Lucy Black and himself. Slowly folding the knife back into the handle, he handed the instrument back to its owner. The sound of footsteps entering the school grounds echoed down the empty hallway, catching the attention of the Sophmore in mourning.
The setting sun elongated the shadow of a young woman dressed in a black highschool uniform walked towards where both Eddie and Thomas stood. The girl was familiar to Shifty at least, having shared a class or two with him. The uniform she was wearing was also familiar as it was the uniform worn by a student that attended Roosevelt Academy. Folded in her arms was a bouquet of white lillies. The Springvale High School student in Thomas wanted to tell the Roosevelt Academy Student to leave the campus grounds that very instant. The man in mourning kept Thomas' lips sealed as she young woman walked to the front Lucy's locker and placed the bouquet on the ground.
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace had attended Springvale High School the previous year, at least until her father had received a promotion of a upper level managerial position in charge programming language development at RobCo Industries. The girl with silver streaked black hair greeted her two former school mates with a small nod and smile.
"Thomas. I'm sorry about your loss." Ruby said gently to her classmate. Being the same age as Thomas McGee, she had shared a large number of courses as the Junior Undertaker, though she had already started taking college level literature courses during her freshman year, "Lucy was a nice girl. If there's anything that I can do for you..."
"No, Ruby." The Tall and Well Dressed Student interrupted. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to feel the pity.
She nodded and gave him a hug before turning to Eddie and offered him a handshake.
"I don't think we've ever met," Which was true but it didn't mean that she was unaware of Eddie's conquesting exploits, "I'm Ruby. Pleased to meet you."
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Wild Wastelands High School |
More Accidental Acts of Lewdity?
Audrey Williamson | Violet Meyers | Sylphee Smithford
[hr]More Accidental Acts of Lewdity?
Audrey Williamson | Violet Meyers | Sylphee Smithford
"Speaking of your sisters," Audrey Williamson turned to Sylphee, whispering, "Henry got it in their heads that you're a suspect by sleeping with Thomas, and they are out for blood. I would be careful not to mention him around them for a while, if I were you."
It had been a rather long day for Sylphee Smithford and her new acquaintance, Violet Meyers. The sun was just starting to set as the pale young woman confronted the Eldest of the Smithford sisters about what was being said about her in hushed whispers. In this light, Audrey looked a pale a sickly yellow, as if her skin was jaundiced. Unsettled by young Miss Williamson's appearance as well as the warning that she'd just given, Sylphee backed away from the pale skinned albino slowly. The knowledge that her sisters were aware of her absence from the Smithford home the morning of Lucy Black's murder and that she had spent the night at Thomas McGee's home caused waved of anxiety to come crashing down on the the Elder Cheer Leader. Sylphee's eyes scanned the room for an exit even as her mouth opened to protest.
"But... n... nothing happened between Shifty and I," Sylphee protested as she noted the presence of two of her sisters lurking on the other side of her bedroom door, their presence given away by the shadows they cast under the door, "He lets me sleep in his room because it's too crowded here."
Perhaps her protests were a bit loud as the sisters on the other side of the door started laughing, cackling even, as they started jabbering to one another.
"Can you believe the nerve of her? Making the moves on Lucy's boyfriend?"
"I bet you that's why she did it... or maybe she got Thomas to do it! He was never very bright!"
Hearing the voices on the other side of the door, Sylphee suddenly went pale, her stomach twisting and turning as she started to panic. There was only one way out of the room and it was blocked not just by her sisters but by Audrey as well. With no other options in sight, Sylphee charged. Audrey found herself roughly tossed to the side as the door was practically torn off of its hinges and the two Smithford sisters were knocked over as Sylphee made a run for the restroom.
"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!" Sunny called out from where she sat on the floor, rubbing the side of her butt that had hit the floor.
"GROSS! SHE TOTALLY GROPED ME!" Stephy yelled from where she was, covering her chest with both her hands.
Picking themselves off of the floor, the two Smithford sisters entered their room and caught sight of Violet, their faces twisting into a sort of parody of a friendly smile.
"Oh hey, we didn't know we had a visitor!" Sunny commented as she started digging through her clothing.
"We didn't even know Sylphee had any friends that WOULD visit her." Said Stephy with a cruel tone in her voice.
"What did you expect? She's the heffer of the family. I mean she's probably got the urge to purge right now." The first sister said before getting a good look at Violet, "Oh hey. Did something happen to your arm? It's like... missing."
This would probably be the point in time where either Violet or Audrey would have doused the home in gasoline and struck a match but before either one could do so, the second oldest of the Smithford sisters appeared, already dressed in her mourning clothes. Shirley looked at her sisters for a moment with a look of disdain.
"Sunny, Stephy. Dad called. He's going to be late. He wants us to get dinner ready. Go make sure we have enough clean dishes for our guests." The Second Eldest stated in a tone that suggested that it would be ill advised to protest. As two sisters, knowing that they would gain nothing from arguing got dressed and bolted out the door and down the stairs, leaving Shirley, Audrey and Violet alone in the room.
"I'm sorry about those two," Shirley stated kindly, "I think they were dropped on their heads as babies. I'm Shirley. You're Violet, right? I've heard about you... all good I assure you."
Of the Smithford sisters, Shirley was kindest and most confident of the lot. Her confidence showed in such things as her grades as well as her position as second captain of the cheer leading squad. Walking forward to greet her guest, Violet could see an emerald necklace hanging around the young woman's neck.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Springvale Memorial Hospital | Floor 4 | Room #4-24
I Ain't Afraid of no Ghosts
Ayana Watkins | Constance Sorrowfeld
[hr]I Ain't Afraid of no Ghosts
Ayana Watkins | Constance Sorrowfeld
It was a widely known fact in community that the clocks in Springvale Memorial Hospital had been perfectly synchronized with one another. It was a lesser known fact, however, that the clocks in Springvale Memorial Hospital had also been perfectly synchronized with the clocks located in Springvale Memorial Hospital's sister locations, Germantown Memorial Hospital, Old Olney Memorial Hospital and Our Lady of Hope Hospital. Most of staff working at these hospitals believed that it was a manifestation of the CEO's OCD. This, however, was not the case. Emily Sorrowfeld wanted her hospitals to exude an air of efficiency. This was reflected not only by the near zero cases of medical malpractice and the quick turn times in the Emergency rooms but also the immaculately dressed staff and the synchronized clocks.
A Registered Nurse entered Room #4-24 at approximately 17:59:50, exactly ten seconds prior to when she was scheduled to arrive. The RFID scanners made a note of her entry into the room and flagged the time stamp for supervisor review. A 10 second deviation from the schedule meant that the nurse had left the previous patient 10 seconds too early, denying them 10 seconds of medical care. This also meant that the nurse had either cut corners or failed to follow the procedural guidelines that was set out in the patient care manual. In either case, she would be having a one on one conversation with her supervisor and if the behavior continued, she would eventually be terminated from employment.
Nurse Phillips paused for a moment when she saw the face of her patient. There was a striking resemblance between the sleeping girl and the CEO of the Hospital. Picking up the patient's chart, the nurse quickly discovered the reason for the resemblance. It appeared that Constance Sorrowfeld was some sort of relation to Emily Sorrowfeld, the Hospital's CEO. This also explained why it was that Constance had been admitted to the VIP recovery ward rather than one of the other recovery wards located in the hospital. Reviewing the chart, the nurse slowly shook her head when she noted the amount of sedative that had been used on the fifteen year old girl. It was understandable considering that the girl had ripped the IVs out of her arm. The girl's actions also explained why the doctor had been ordered that the girl be restrained for the duration of her admittance.
Checking her patient, Nurse Phillips noted that the bandages used to wrap the girl's wounds had been soaked through. Taking a pair of medical scissors from her pockets, she cut away the bandages before shaking her head once again as she looked at the constellation of scars that marred the inside of Constance's elbow. Were it not for the fact that the Loli-Taku had been admitted to the VIP recovery ward, she would have been facing a long recovery period before she could bend her elbow without pain. The Stim-Pack that Nurse administered would remedy this. Having just been released for civilian use, the Nurse wondered how it was that the Hospital had been able to get its hands on the chem so quickly... though it was foolish for people to ask those sorts of questions aloud.
Wrapping up the girl's arm, Nurse Phillips checked on the restraints and was surprised to find that the girl's right arm had slipped free. It might have just been a simply oversight, but the Registered nurse didn't remember undoing any of Constance's restraints. As she refastened the bindings, Constance stirred.
"[small]N...no... stop... you're drowning her. P... please stop... you're killing her. L...leave her alone.[/small]" The young girl whined softly, her face pointed in the direction of her roommate, the young Japanese girl, "[small]S...stop it. Ssstop it![/small]"
As the nurse listened to Constance's pleadings, the alarms for Ayana Watkins chimed as her O2 Saturation levels dropped below 70%.
"[small]G...get away from her![/small]" A wide eyed Constance loudly whispered at the invisible people that were trying to drown her friend.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Smith Casey's Garage
Unlucky run of Luck
Amanda "Arizona" Butcher | Braveer!| Victoria "Shiver" McGee
[hr]Unlucky run of Luck
Amanda "Arizona" Butcher | Braveer!| Victoria "Shiver" McGee
It had been a rather long and frustrating day for Amanda Butcher, known to everyone in Springvale as Arizona for some unknown reason. Between working on the car of her hated nemesis, Henry "I Eat Babies" McGee and the fact that the parts delivery moron had delivered the wrong cooling rod for Henry's Piece of Crap Car, Arizona was likely not going to be able to finish the car prior to the Garage closing for the day. Looking out from under the hood of Henry "I drown kittens" McGee's car, Arizona noticed that the sun was already setting and that the shop's owner was already closing up his office. Seeing that Arizona was looking at him, the owner pointed towards the top of his wrist, indicating that it was just about time to close. It was just about as well since Arizona was about as likely to set the car on fire as she was likely to fix it.
The sound of a car pulling up to the Garage's parking lot caught her attention as she spotted a taxi pulling up to the business before disgorging its passengers, one Victoria McGee and one Braveer!. From the looks of things, Braveer! had quite the day while accompanying Miss Victoria McGee around the town. Free from the incessant requests of her cousin and the demands of working on at the family mortuarium, Victoria had enlisted the assistance of the High School thespian to play the role of Sherpa and carry all of the bags that were filled with darkly dressed damsel's purchases.
Stopping just short of the garage, Victoria noted the fact that the hood was still open on Henry's car and that Arizona's was still stuck under the hood. The smile that was previously on her face turned to a frown as she realized that she was going to have to listen to her cousin, Henry "I fornicate with small animals" McGee, complain about how Victoria should have been able to fix the issue and that there was no reason that the car needed to be under the care of an ugly, venomous, mentally challenged ghoul like Arizona.
Tapping on one of the steel shutters with the tip of her parasol, Victoria attempted to get Arizona's attention, reaching for her pad of paper and quill... only...
If Victoria could have cursed, she would have done so... loudly at that. She would have cursed at her bad luck. She would have cursed at the fact that she was going to have to listen to complaints. She would have cursed at Arizona for not having finished the work on the car. She would have cursed at the taxi driver for attempting to take the long route to Smith Casey's garage. Most of all, she would have cursed the fact that her purse was very likely on the taxi that sped out of the area.
It was going to be a rather long and frustrating night for Victoria... or rather it was going to be a long walk home for Victoria, since she didn't have the funds on her to hire a Taxi.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Upper Springvale Residential Area | Sorenson Household
The Son of X-51
Jenna Sorenson | Antonio De Leon
[hr]The Son of X-51
Jenna Sorenson | Antonio De Leon
The previous night had been a rather eventful one for Springvale. While it would forever be remembered as the night Lucy Black was murdered, a few other events of historical nature had taken place that very night. What meteorologists had called the Thunderstorm of the Decade had passed over the sleepy suburb, dumping off only a minimal amount of rain but a fantastic amount of lightning. Martin Tenpenny, on his way home from a Dot's Diner located just South of Old Olney had nearly been run off the road by the flaming wreckage of what was being called a military grade weather balloon, which strangely enough looked more like an aircraft of some sort than a balloon. In response to the crash, the National Guard mobilized a squad from their Depot in order to secure the crash site, just across the river from Springvale. All in all, it was a fairly eventful night, though the Son of X-51 wouldn't have known any better.
The Son of X-51 had been hiding in what appeared to be a familial residential structure of some sort. It was familiar with such things because back home, residential zones were a common occurrence. What did not make sense, however, was the fact that the structures were built in a mostly horizontal fashion rather than vertical. With a finite amount of horizontal space , it was more efficient to build vertically. It was also strange that the structures had been built with organic materials instead of synthetic. This whole entire place was strange.
A noise roused the Son of X-51 from its thoughts regarding its strange environment. Pressing its back against the garment storage compartment, it looked through the slightly open portal as a juvenile creature, a member of the dominant species on this world, entered the chamber, its lower facial structure covered by what may have been a fabric based breathing apparatus. The upper part of the creature's face could not be seen either as it was covered by some sort of dark fur-like appendage. The creature maneuvered through the chaotic room with ease, weaving between the stacks of archaic parchments. It seemed to be grabbing a number of items from the chamber, including a large pouch...
The pouch? Hadn't the Son of X-51 been intending to use that large pouch as a conveyance for the supplies it had managed to scrounge from X-51's transport? Didn't this include the Di-hydrogen-monoxide particle Fusion Power cell? The creature had to be stopped from taking the pouch!
Pulling its ED-209 portable anti-matter weapon from its holster, the Son of X-51 charged out of the garment storage compartment, the ED-209 pointed at the creature's chest. It was an unfortunate thing, however, that it was not as versed in the chamber's layout as the creature with the facial cover. The Son of X-51's foot was caught a stack of parchments and rob it of its balance and sending it pitching forward. It was another unfortunate thing that there was gravity in this place. If the creature had set up a null gravity field in this room, the resulting collision could have been avoided.
CRASH!
It laid there for a moment, surprised that the impact with the creature had not caused any substantial damage on the body of the Son of X-51. It was lucky that the floor of this chamber was so soft. Opening its gold hued eyes, it noticed that it had landed on the creature, not the floor, and that it could properly classify the creature as a mammal. Laying there, on top of the probably stunned mammal, the Son of X-51 wondered why it felt oddly comfortable rather than panicked. The impact was loud enough to call the attention of the other individual that was located in the structure. Try as it might, the Son of X-51 couldn't bring itself to move.
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Wild Wastelands High School | O'Hare Household
Made
Drake Kazuna | Mercy O'Hare
[hr]Made
Drake Kazuna | Mercy O'Hare
Eugene "the Machine" O'Hare was rather happy to hear that Young Mister Drake Kazuna had accepted the position of looking out for his youngest daughter Mercy O'Hare. Looking over the man, Eugene had decided that Drake didn't quite look the part of bodyguard but given that it was 6:00 at night, he could be forgiven. For now, Grandma O'Hare, had fixed up a huge Sunday feast that was typical of Italian families. Which was rather strange since the O'Hares had absolutely no Italian in their heritage. Clapping his daughter's new bodyguard on the back, the sound audible even on the other side of the street, Mister O'Hare lead the man of the hour to the dinner table where Mercy had already been seated.
"Hey Daddy? I don't think Tessa's going to make it home for dinner tonight. She's got a few meetings that she set up." The Wheelchair bound O'Hare girl stated as if this wasn't the first time that Tessa had missed a family meal.
"Well you know your sister. She's a real go getter that girl." The Machine said happily as he looked over the meal. Pasta, Lasagna, Pizza, Meat Balls, Chicken Cutlets, Veal Sausages... it was enough food for an entire army. Luckily, there was a veritable army of men seated at the table.
"This is really good Grandma Potato!" Mercy said as she dug into the plate of pasta in front of her. In case Drake was wondering why it was that Mercy called her Grandmother O'Hare "Grandma Potato," the old lady had the exact shape and look of a potato. Having grown used to her granddaughter's nick name, the Grandmother could only smile as she ate a small bowl of chicken noodle soup.
"So, Drake, my boy," Eugene started to say in a manner that put a funny emphasis on 'my boy,'" I'll send you to my tailor tomorrow so he can get you set up with a new suit. If you're going to be walking around with my little princess, you should look presentable."
"Daddy!" Mercy exclaimed loudly, "Just let him be. He's fine wearing whatever he wants. Besides what do you think is going to happen if we run into the Pint Sized Slasher. Do you think he... or she... is going to stop there and say 'Gee you look nice... STAB STAB STAB!. I think Drake should wear whatever he's comfortable with so that he can run if he needs to."
Mister The Machine paused for a moment, displeased with the thought that Drake might be one of those types of guys that would run instead of putting up a fight. Eyeing Drake for a moment.
"You're not one of those Yellow Bellied Cowardly Chinks are you Drake?" Eugene the Racist Machine asked, "Kazuna huh? That sound like a..."
"Japanese surname, Daddy." Mercy said, her voice filled with anger, "His family has Japanese ancestry. Also... it's Chinese... not... what you said. As far as I heard, they're far from cowardly with the way they're fighting up in Alaska. Sure it's horrible that they decided to invade our country, but every country has the right to do what is in the best interest of its people. In the case of China, it's decrease their population in a wasteful war over an antiquated resource."
Eugene was silent for a moment, his smile had faded as he considered what his daughter said.
"Yeah... well... whatever." Eugene muttered as he ate his food in silence before looking at Drake, "I'm sorry, Drake. I don't usually allow politics at the table... for good reason... and I'm sorry about what I said about you. I got a daughter up in Alaska right now."
Another daughter? Yes. Didn't you know? Tessa and Mercy had an older sister that was up in Alaska at that very moment. Vera... Vera was the name.
"So... Drake," Mercy said slyly as she helped herself to some chicken, "Would you ever... you know... date a girl with ... problems?"
Wait... a girl with problems? Did she mean herself... or someone else? Tessa, obviously had issues. Then again, most of the female student body had some sort of problem. Just, where was this going? And... really... why was there a gift box in front of Drake with his name on it? What was in it? Why did it feel heavy with responsibility?
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Wild Wastelands High School | Random Location in Springvale
Gallon Sized Burner?
Roberto Malcontente | John Jacobs
[hr]Gallon Sized Burner?
Roberto Malcontente | John Jacobs
There are a few things that Roberto "Torpedo" Malcontente should have considered when stalking about Springvale wearing a welder's mask and wielding a device that shot balls of flame a great distance. For one, despite the fact that there was a killer on the loose, killers typically didn't strike when the sun was still shining over the horizon and when there were law enforcement officers all over the place looking for you. Secondly, people look at you weird and thirdly, people tend to run away from you when they see you on the street.
It was probably the third reason why people were running in front of John Jacob's truck, keeping him from dropping off the truck back at the warehouse. It had been a hell of a day for John. Not only had he failed to save Ayana from being stalked by a crazed weeboo, he had gotten into an accident involving his beloved delivery truck. The tow truck had taken its sweet time getting there and it had taken even longer for the water trapped in the engine to dissipate enough for the engine to start again. To make matters worse, John's bosses were threatening to make him responsible for the damage caused to the truck, despite the fact that it was covered under insurance and despite the fact that he was definitely in no way responsible for the accident save for the fact that he had unauthorized passengers in the vehicle with him at the time of the accident.
We was lucky that he hadn't been delivering Nuka Cola Quantum, though. If he had, he'd more than likely be fired after having his skin scrubbed off by a decontamination team.
A woman passed in front of John's truck long enough to scream a three words at him...
"PINT SIZED SLASHER!!!" She screamed before she continued to run. Looking in the direction she had been coming from, John didn't see any sort of vertically challenged, knife wielding serial killer. Instead what he saw was a rather large man, wearing a welder's mask and holding what could only be described as an unholy homebrewed flame thrower. What he saw was Torpedo Bob. What he saw was Torpedo Bob heading his direction.
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Wild Wastelands High School | West Tek Labs (East Coast Division)
And Introducing Charlie Cannon
Charlie Cannon | Henry McGee | Victor McGee
[hr]And Introducing Charlie Cannon
Charlie Cannon | Henry McGee | Victor McGee
Six o' clock was quitting time for Charlie Cannon, Lab Assistant at the East Coast Headquarters for West Tek. Exiting the front door of the facility, the perky little guy never realized that someone or something had decided to hitch a ride under the collar of his lab coat but the identity of the little scalawag would be found out a little bit later... like a paragraph or two down from here. Needless to say this broke all sort of lab protocols that had been put in place when dealing with the Pan-Immunity Virion Project. Security was lax, however, as there were several reports coming out of Alaska that the newly developed T-51B power armor was having quite the effect on the front line.
It was perhaps part of this lapse in security that another protocol was broken, namely the allowance of unauthorized and unvetted individuals on the company grounds. It was probably even worse that there were two unauthorized and unvetted individuals waiting in front of the research facility for the appearance of Charlie Cannon. These individuals were none other than Henry "I GIVE YOU CANCER" McGee and his cousin, Victor "Tombstone" McGee.
"Well if it isn't the little shit that smoke bombed my car last week." Henry said with a deceptively friendly smile, "You know, I had to come here to thank you myself for that. My car didn't smell right."
As the Senior finished his statement, he started walking up towards Charlie and grabbing him by the his coat collar, shaking the mini scientist. Probably not the best idea considering the hitch hiker on Charlie's coat. A flash of movement caught Henry's eyes just before he felt the pain in his hands. Blood... it was... everywhere. Something had cut the assholes hands.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" Henry "No One Makes Me Bleed My Own Blood" McGee exclaimed as he looked for what had cut his hand and spotted the small reptile perched on Charlie's shoulder. Whatever it was, it looked like it could pop Henry's eyes out and skull fuck him before the count of "nein nein neeeeein!"
Seeing the creature with the unusually large claws, Victor pulled his cousin back, afraid that the rather nasty looking beast would violate Henry's ear holes.
What was this little beasty that was on Charlie's shoulder? They didn't quite have a name for it other than Subject #8 (Jackson's Chameleon), which in all honesty was sort of cute but if one liked the looks of things that appeared to be the spawn of Satan himself.
