Posted at 3:11 am on May 4, 2016 by:
Red Spyder (Guardian of Wickedness)
(At the same time...) oh, oh, OHHHHHHHHH!
"Oh fuck yeah, Rose!" Red said from the rooftop where he had the perfect view of Rose on the sidewalk below. "Take it, you slut!"
As the sound of flesh smacking got louder and faster, his seed exploded from the tip of the monster beef, painting the parapet wall in front of him, his free hand gripping the top edge of the wall. If someone came up there who wasn't planning to jack off to ex-girlfriends, they might mistake the white, dried, caked-up jizz stains on the low wall for the aftermath of a pigeon with diarrhea.
"I see you, Deadblood," Red said as he put the beef away. If DB and Sheri wanted to play games by following him around and trying to interfere in his business, he could play games too.
"And I see you," a man said as soon as Red turned around to leave.
Red didn't know how long the man had been standing behind him, but his first instinct was to slit the man's throat and leave him bleeding out on the rooftop. The only reason he didn't was because of the two robots standing behind the man.
"What the hell do you want?" Red asked, holding his ground even as the man and his robots stepped closer. "Are you with the police? FBI? Not that it matters much. No law enforcement's been able to stop me before!"
"I'm Derrick Scrivens," the man said, considering extending his hand to shake Red's hand, but he quickly changed his mind upon seeing the white stickiness dripping down the parapet wall, a reminder of where Red's hand was a moment before. "You have no need to fear me, Mr. Spyder. I'm not with the police, FBI, or anything similar."
"What do you want then?" Red asked, unable to stop glancing at the robots. "Or should I just break your two toys, throw you off of here to the sidewalk on your head, and call it a day?"
"I wouldn't advise that, Mr. Spyder," Scrivens said with a thin smile. "CA-0024 and CA-0025 are more than capable of dealing with someone of your... abilities. That's right, I know exactly what you're about."
"Last time I ask: what do you want?" Red asked, ready to attack Scrivens and his robots regardless of what they might be capable of.
