Posted at 1:16 am on Jan 10, 2014 by:
Sheri Stull
You weren't naughty on Santa's lap I guess, but PUNISH applies here...
“Hey Champ. I really hope that shiny belt was totally worth it.”
The motorcycle’s handlebars yanked hard to the side, causing the bike to wobble dangerously, Deadblood immediately shifting his weight to his right foot to prevent the bike from toppling. Just as quickly the katana went flying from his back, scabbard and all, flung across the street to the sidewalk.
“You fucking asshole, why did you lie to me? You told me that you were gonna finish the job, said you were just waiting for the right opportunity. You are full of shit, you know that?”
If there had been any question in his mind before as to the speaker’s identity, there wasn’t now. Sheri was back, and by the looks of things, extremely pissed off.
The handlebars wrenched to the opposite side now, and unable to shift his weight quickly enough to prevent toppling off the bike he went down with it, the weight of the motorcycle temporarily pinning him to the ground. The footsteps grew louder, and then suddenly stopped right beside him. He looked up at Sheri, who looked more angry than he’d ever seen her, eyes sharp as flint and her lips twisted into a scowl.
“I really, really hope that stupid belt was worth it, Deadblood. I don’t think it’s going to look so great around your waist once I’m finished with you, though.”
The weight of the bike seemed to increase what seemed like tenfold suddenly, and to his alarm he realized she was attempting to crush him under the bike with her strange power.
She gave a short, harsh laugh then, eyes sparkling wickedly.
“You know, those things are deathtraps on wheels. I can see the headlines tomorrow, ‘Champ Involved in Fatal Hit and Run’. It’s a shame too, honestly. I liked you Deadblood, until you showed your true colors as a lying, self-serving piece of shit.”
The bike seemed to get even heavier if that were possible, as he struggled under it, trying to break free from the crushing weight.
“You crazy bitch!” he shouted, wrestling with the bike, trying to scramble out from under it before she could make good on her promise. Sheri laughed again, only increasing the pressure more.
“I warned you, Deadblood, that you were treading thin ice when you didn’t fulfill your contract, and I also warned you that I wasn’t gonna let you drag me down with you. You chose not to listen though, so like I said, I really hope that fancy belt made you happy for the short time you possessed it.”
