System:Of The Ugly

"Evil? No, no, Nahh!! This is truth, pure justice is what it is." I flaunted my arms readied myself for bitter embrace to the meticulous scene I partied.

Rianna paused, her eyes grew wide; astounded but was my vengeance a surprise?

I clearly let show my tendencies when I begged to end the bandits earlier on the road.

The scene of gore, of Mikel's legs acing the chicken dance and the ugly table manners where I thrashed and scattered charred chunks of meat on the floor below had not even fazed her cutesy plump cheeks to disgusts, not even a tad but why she fell me that gloomy look of disappointment and the slight hint of pity on those gaze, that I'll never soon know.

The guards dared not to utter or mutter out of turn, a quirk of a power-born.

"You're just a kid,," she sighed as her eyes pitied me further, "You don't know the first thing about evil."

O'Dear sweetheart, I am thirty of age but you don't know that, hell I'd be cursed if the law knew I kissed you; by accident ofcourse.

I could tell she pitied the environment, the dark, twisted, crooked and dampened place that me; Phillipi grew up in but that was a facade my now younger thirteen year old body carried like a perfume.

A false but admirable truth Rianna had believed, I admired her more but the itchy, twitchy nerves on my tongue begged me to act my rambunctious age, a tendency I could not ever fought off, "Evil means bad, there!"

I folded my arms in pride.

Maybe twas my broken mind that molded me into this fragments of explosives and volatile pieces of a character.

"**That hurts so damn much to admit.**"

"That's,,, one way to put it." she scratches her cheek, "But that's not all Phillipi!" her fierce flowery barks from our first meet now was mellow.

"Not all?... not all about what?" I beseeched, with my love to escalate twerking it's way, forcing their poking ways in my mouth.

"About being evil!"

"Well I do watched the movie 'Sinbad'."

"What does that have to do with being evil?" she nearly erupted her flowery bark, my craft did not fell short, I could sense the fire burning from within her, even if it were a mere speck.

"Everything! It's the crème de la crème of it you know. It's fairly obvious, I mean the title itself is Sinbad not Sin good."

*Haa!!* she sighed again with a shook on her bangs.

"Sin and bad, Sinbad. Sinning, Is, Bad, there! I just solved a mystery!" I smiled in pride, craning my neck away as I let peeped an eye which expected her in steams.

Then,

"Is the runt still there?" Samara knocked open the blue'ed door of Ozymantium with a thud, hurriedly with rapid breaths she ran at us.

O'What a temper boiled entry.

"Ye-yes!" the weary guards answered.

"Where?.." she glanced at me with the fiercest of glare that I had never braced myself for but it was her twirled hair my eyes complimented with her tiny waist.

She was rather intense than usual, she felt troubled and dare I assumed 'troubled.'

"Get out here punk! You cock little Midget!" her hands assaulted the guards in search for the keys.

She too had a very physical relationship with words.

Grabbing the keys, she; as though was chasing all lost times back-, jiggled and snuck in a key in the keyhole, that was when I find it right to tease my audience.

'Blink.' I casted while they were busy with the busier Samara.

"What're you guys doing?" I then prodded immediately from behind, meant to spook as I blinked behind them all.

And spooked I did, one of the guards nearly yelped.

"You little -- fucking c'mere!" Samara growled, she did not like magic shows.

I had not a thought to try and make an escape, thinking about it was also fruitless because;

You might have thought that my plan was lacking but Nay! getting caught was one of them and with pride I now tell.

She pulled me, stretching me by the ear, "This type of escorting works too." I groaned as she the master to my pulled 'puppy ear' lead me out of the inner cells.

"Ayy Baby! I need me a pull down here too." an inmate tried a hand in being a cheeky schmuck but instead he ordered an instantly delivered charred tongue, 'She's perfect!' I dreamed, fawning over her tender happy triggers.

"Anybody here who wanna fuck some more?you cum fucks!!" not needed but delivered to further stamped a dead ghost silence. Samara cursed the inmates, one of them who now rolled in searing smoky pain. I could see and smile at some faint smokes fuming from his mouth.

"Yeah! You'll never taste pussy again in your life." I followed suit, head bent and ear pulled with a dedicated middle finger at the inmates.

"Shut the fuck up!" she screamed at me with a harder tug.

"Wow! Your mouth needs an exorcist!"

But that beautifully constructed comment only earned me a fist on my head and it sure did leave a mark.

All the while, Samara seemed to be nervous, her eyes were clearly not aloof and in their glint they hinted an ordeal of something and by the tell of it, judging purely by the gentle tug she dragged my ear by, that something had something to do with yours truly.

"Samara! What happened?" aksed a concerned Rianna.

"Burke!" she retorted quick.

"Burke?.. The Captain?"

"The Alpha Cock?" I pried and immediately my heart raced, for The Captain, the one who stood the tallest in the Upper Echelon and it seemed as I deduced, 'The Alpha of all testosterones, the blonde of tight butts, the 'He', Burke mother hugging reynolds is looking for me? He probably had seen the live feed.'

'Look who knocked on my door.' goes my happy little thought.

Respect was all I had for his many songs of heroics. Deep down a little part of me had always blamed him for allowing us to die back than but then in time I came to know even He had limits. Still - respect which I was and still am very selfish of giving, Burke had my respect so much so that I could not curse when he strong armed himself on my homeric talks.

Outside the prison was the dark canvas of night with faint shining : many of lights, a parking lot - huge but nigh an empty space with few cars parked in the corners and there in the most extravagant of places stood Fiora still a giant spectacle of a woman in the middle.

People always have had an important scene in the middle, it's the law.

In front of her magnificence as my ear was still manhandled, I saw him and as my eyes beheld he was standing taller than my dreams with neat combed and short soft blonde hair and eyes of deep pure blue, rich in darker colours than a Magus. Those eyes of focus, Yes! ones that could save water from drowning.

His folded arms : hardened steel with layers and crafted vines of robust virility wrestling amongst themselves, there were no faults in his muscles only the apex of manly beauty.

With gym shorts of blue which he tamed to work in appearance he asserted, "So that's him?" with rather a jovial smirk.

A deep chiseled voice from a squared chiseled jaw of unfiltered masculinity, the Lord of all chads. I won't be wrong then to assume the ladies if they were around to drop their panties hard, leaving marks on the ground as their hormones screamed for revolution, his voice alone was in itself a hero that could save at least three lives a day.

Not a day had passed and my life after my fortunate awakening had been a rollercoaster joy ride, this; the thought thrilled my heart in the excitement of the unknown vicious fun the future promised me.

I knew then that my theatrics of gore in the livestream was what attracted those eyes but his sunny smirk begged me a wrong to what my mind understood for why he had came. Still my heart jumped not to the fear of being caught, not to why Burke had blessed us of his manly aura and not because I had the law in my favour in terms of crimes by a juvenile but it simply did not fear for what and any consequences I might endure.

I was instead euphoric to ride along any waves they might took me on.

"Samara! Bring the little Magus!" ordered Fiora.

In the moment I find time to tease Rianna with a couple of smooches in the air before I was ruthlessly assaulted away by the ear.

"Just try to weasel out again and I'll grab you by the dick, punk!" Samara threatened as she dragged me to the two spectacularly grand Upper Echelons.

"I won't but it's not like I want you to do it but just,, gently please? senpai!? I'm - I'm still just a boy." I tried my best tsundere act I could cook up, with a sole purpose of teasing and shy eyes that would *KYA!!* a horde of fan-girls.

"**I need fan girls!!**"

I was in the mood; of being a tease but Samara was not at all entranced by my beauty, she was focused, she was a tease herself.

"So you're the star of the moment? Phillipi?" said Rambo SSchwarzenegger--,

"**Sorry! I had to.. I just had to.**"

"So you're the star of the moment? Phillipi?" dictated Burke, even the smile he continued to cracked then was sparkling with manly charming twinkles.

"**LMAO**"