Posted at 4:10 am on May 4, 2016 by:
Red Spyder (Guardian of Wickedness)
And normally with me, your loved ones would already be planning your funeral.
Nodding with a smile of his own, Red said, "Because we both have a problem with Deadblood and Ms. Stull, you want me to help you take care of them since you've failed to do so yet."
"I wouldn't say I've failed," Scrivens said, not caring for Red's assumption. "It's more like I've been delayed. But yes, I want your help. You wouldn't be against them alone either. CA-0024 and CA-0025 are just two of my many cyborgs. Deadblood and Ms. Stull once faced their prototype and barely survived. I believe that you combined with a cyborg or two will more than ensure their deaths."
"I understand what you have in mind and it sounds good," Red said, taking a big gulp of his whiskey now that he knew for sure that for the time being, Scrivens intended him no harm. "But why should I help you? I don't know a fucking thing about you and sooner or later, I WILL kill Deadblood and Sheri Stull! None of your toys, just us three and my chainsaw!"
"I'm not saying you wouldn't, sooner or later," Scrivens said. "However, wouldn't you much prefer sooner? To have them completely out of your way so you can focus on your next victim? Perhaps that girl you were enjoying on that rooftop? Her name's Rose, isn't it?"
Red began to grin at that thought and reached down to rub at the monster beef through his pants. Scrivens was glad the beef wasn't taken out right in the back of his limo. It might be enough to change his mind about having anything to do with Red.
"I can pay you too," Scrivens said, though Red didn't seem nearly as interested in that. "Maybe I'll even have more work for you after this."
Scrivens proceeded to explain to Red the experiment he performed on Sheri and how he wasn't exactly sure what Red did to her to stop her, but that he was quite impressed. Another glass of whiskey for the Guardian of Wickedness later and he was ready to shake Scrivens' hand to seal the deal. Scrivens hardly thought of Red pleasuring himself when he reached out his own hand.
"Thanks for the drink," Red said when the limo pulled over only a couple blocks away from his apartment, setting down his glass before getting back out.
