I kind of jumped off of my own material here; A Girl and Her Uzi was originally going to be much lighter in tone and more tame, but then I wrote this song, and it made me think of new directions for the story to take. You have this little ditty to thank for the story as we have it now, so enjoy! Maybe I'll record it once I practice the guitar more...
Steeping in Venom
Allowing in some comfort
Allowing in some pain
Allowing in some nothing
Allowing in some rain
Steeped in venom
Twisted from the inside
Danger resonates
Within a heart that lies
Screaming silent curses
Memories that fade
Steeping in venom
As I slip away
CHORUS
I've got nowhere to run
I've got nowhere to hide
Like the flashing muzzle of a gun
Deep inside
Nobody can quell it
Nothing holds it back
It's grace and willpower
That won't let me crack
Gazing at the stars I often wonder
What exactly I've been searching for
I better find it soon or I'll go under
It better be worth all this fighting
Better be worth my dying
CHORUS
Don't let me crack no
GUITAR SOLO
Wistfully do I sigh
(Troubles, they do follow me)
With a heavy heart my eyes lie
(And it shows)
What uncanny thing has brought me to my knees?
The cruelest seeds of screaming misery, they show me
CHORUS
Without further ado, here's this cycle's (belated) update to A Girl and Her Uzi! Sorry it's short, but it's got a lot of neat stingers (if you remember the beginning) to keep you guessing until the next round. Anyway, next update is Maximiland!
CHAPTER 3
On the top floor of a nearby hotel, Victor stood among a swath of floating black robes bearing red insignias. The men and women inside them addressed both him and each other, giving status reports and making plans for next moves. “Already, the Rose of Victory has two generals hiding in the ranks of the United States’ Armed Forces, along with one possessed Republican candidate on the bill here in Florida and a possessed Democratic candidate standing ready in Calfiornia.”, one of the robes explained to Victor. He nodded and smiled. “This is just too perfect,” he hissed, “We’re going to become a world superpower by usurping America and subjugating its enemies with demonic power.” Victor turned, swinging his arm in a wide, slow arc. “Do you all hear me?”, he screeched, “That is my plan! Our plan for victory!” He laughed uproariously for a few seconds, then managed to contain himself. “It all begins right here in Clearwater.”, he muttered to a silent room.
A man in full Japanese kabuto armor was ushered into the room by two hoods. In his hands was a glowing blade. The holy energy it emanated drove most in the room to flee from it, going so far as to leap over furniture to get away from the sword. Victor smiled at it. “Ah,” he breathed, “The Totsuka no Tsurugi, made whole and placed before in the motherfucking flesh.” A snap of his fingers saw the sword bathed in hellfire, and its holder bore the pain just long enough to take it to the bathroom and drop it into the ceramic bathtub. The consuming flames intensified as Victor walked closer. When he snapped his fingers again, the flames were gone, but the sword was still whole. He nodded curtly, then gestured for a nearby hood to approach. He pointed to the sword. “Try to destroy this.”, he asked. The hooded operative was able to seize the sword by its handle, but when his hand touched it, a burning white light erupted from it. The light seared his flesh, but all the same, he picked the sword up and smashed the side of its blade against the wall. Neither surface gave an inch. “Who’s got muscles?!”, Victor shrieked into the gathered hoods as the first challenger screamed and dropped the sword. He turned toward the young man, currently busy nursing his burnt hand. “Useless son of a bitch.”, Victor muttered. The young man caught ablaze, and the blindingly bright flames consumed him wholesale within mere seconds, robe and all. A bulky figure approached, and with a deep grunt, seized the sword by its handle. He put his other hand on the blade and pulled hard, trying to bend it. The sword, again, would not give an inch. His hands smoking, he resorted to pummeling the sword against the wall and the floor, all to no avail. Victor asked for a normal katana to be brought in, and gave it to the strong man when it arrived. On order, the artfully crafted killing machine was reduced to hunks of metal and wood with almost no trouble at all. Victor nodded. “Hmm,”, he hummed pensively, “You may go.” The large man thanked Victor for his mercy and left. “Leave it for now!”, he called to the crowd, “This sword is only a problem if it falls into enemy hands. Let’s just guard it, kay guys and gals?” He made his way back to the main room, sat down, and asked for a steak. A hunk of meat was presented to him in short order, and he gulped it down greedily.
A woman entered the room in pure black robes with no sigils. Her billowy pink hair fell in tresses through the opening of the hood. She slid back the hood, along with her bubblegum locks, and smiled at Victor. “My lord,”, she said in a low and submissive tone, “I am ready to begin the process of bearing your protege.” Victor reached over to a nearby table and snatched up a glass of wine, taking a long swig and then tossing it aside to let it clatter to the ground in pieces. “Ah, Carrie.”, he sighed, “Lovely, lovely Carrie. Show me that you’re fit to bear my successor.” Her robes hit the ground. Her lithe naked body seemed to hold no secrets at a glance, but she bowed her head and said a few words in an unknown language, then her eyes burned scarlet. Slowly, a glowing sigil revealed itself, carved into the inner wall of her uterus and shining through. “The sigil is exposed, my lord. If we consummate now, your seed will touch it, and the baby will carry your power.” Victor howled with glee as he picked Carrie up and threw her into the air, then caught her by her midsection and showed her to the room. “Behold, servants! Half of your new master awaits within her! This woman will birth your new god!” The room erupted in applause as Carrie landed with a heavy thud on a nearby bed.
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