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- Posted: Wed, 07 Mar 2012 05:24:51 +0000
Cherry casually walked after the man waiting for that right moment to walk in front of him and pretend to drop something. She smiled to herself as she watched people do their thing. She found it interesting that humans didn't catch on to what they did. *Pathetic fools.* she thought as she walked passed a café. There was a girl that walked out yawning. *You poor poor creature. You must live a hard life.* she thought as she rolled her eyes. As Cherry followed suit after her dinner when she felt a gun jab into her back. “Don‘t move if you want to live whore.” Cherry froze in her place and turned her head slightly towards the man. “Okay, calm down… what do you want of me?” she asked calmly as the wind ruffled her skirt. “Get in that alleyway if you want to live.” he growled and forced her to walk. Cherry did as he said calm as could be until she engulfed in the shadows. She growled at the man angered with him that she had lost her dinner. “Now you listen her and you listen good.” she growled as she grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall. The man panicked and fired his gun at her. She wasn‘t surprised that he shot at her. Until she felt a trickle of blood go down her arm. Cherry looked at him shocked and then growled. “You know human. I was going to let you live. Too late for that now. You shot me, I don‘t take kindly to little bugs that try to harm me.” Cherry said low and disgusted. Before the man could even scream she broke his neck. A satisfying snap came from the humans neck. She looked around and found no one was around. She looked at the now lifeless body and shrugged. “You made me lose my dinner.” she said pouting ever so slightly. “I guess you‘re just going to have to do for tonight you cockroach.” she mumbled still slightly pouting. She drank as much as she wanted and left the body on the ground. She looked over at her arm and whimpered at the sight of it. The bullet had grazed her arm. She wouldn‘t need stitches. Hell she didn’t care if she needed stitches. What she cared about what that it hurt a lot and she was rather far from her grandmother’s apartment. *No good humans. That flipping hurt! A LOT!* she thought fighting the tears. Her lower lips trembled all the way back to her Gramma‘s place. She walked into the living room once she got back with blood dripping down her arm. ”Gramma! Some jerk face shot me!” she shouted to her angry and woozy. She shook her head and looked around to find everything spinning. Cherry fought to concentrate on the lazy boy ahead of her. She let go of her arm and grabbed her head with both hands. “I don‘t feel so good Gram…ma.” she mumbled as she fell face first onto the kitchen floor.