~ How To Save A Life ~

[Murduck]

Good. Fucking psychopath. *frowns, shoveling my hands down my pockets, and plops myself on the visitor's chair*

[Lissachoa]

well crap, what did it want anyways?

[Murduck]

for you to suffer...

~ The shrill voice of the creature seeped in his memory. ~

I don't know. *grunts, snapping back*

[Lissachoa]

*raises an eyebrow*

touched I nerve did I?


((Well I'm gonna get, why dont you go and get some rest ^_^ ))

[Murduck]

(( alright ^^ bye ))

*musses with my hair a bit*

Yer. Look, it was scary alright. *frowns looking down at my feet*

[Lissachoa]

*shakes my head*

hold up, seriously, what happened? why can't I remember anything? how long have I been gone?

[Murduck]

..Hang on, what's the last thing you recalled?

[Lissachoa]

* rubs my head a bit, being carefull not to hurt myself*

last thing I can remember is thinking to myself that maybe I need a little vacation, of course this thought came before I realized I forgot to feed sama so I headed back to my place, once I reached for the door knob everything went black and I woke up here...

[Murduck]

Wait a minute..what? You had a gun in your hand, and a bullet lodged up your brain! *scratches my head in confusion, slightly irritated and frustrated*
*sigh* It was like this yer, you had to stay a bit at the studio because your shit of a Jeep broke down, and eer we had a bit of a tiffy while you waited for Russ to fix it. Then we went our separate ways.

Like, around 2 days later, after not hearing from you I decided, hell, I'll go ahead and drop by your place. Your apartment was completely trashed; It looked like a walk in wheelie-bin. There was blood and that black puss shit you're always on about, just scattered around the place, like a typical slash movie scene y'know?

*rubs the back of my neck* Then I saw you, you were dead. Just a hand gun in your hand, and blood just.. Yer. You get it.

Then..that fucking puppet was there for some reason..mentioned something about the rock finally crumbling..had absolutely the faintest of clues, what it was on about.

[Lissachoa]

*looks compleatly lost*

yeah, I remember the little rough conversation back in the bago and all...wait, 2 days?! how the hell would I...*looks away, trying to put the puzzel togeather*

well, at least this explains why I had a feeling that somthing was watching me, damn, besides, a bullet to the head is not my idea of a memerable self death, I dont want to go out blowing my pretty head off......
so...if I died then how did I come back?
*pauses*
you didnt go in myfridge did you?

[Murduck]

..What the hell was that about, anyway? *glowers at her*

I mean the blood and oil and rubbish like that, was your business, I get it.

But I mean..You had it all along, and you didn't even bother telling me.

[Lissachoa]

Well..what the hell were you doing snooping around like that anyways?

That's right, avoid the question...

[Murduck]

Answer me, first.

[Lissachoa]

Damn it.

Look, your heart was no good alright? one of the chambers inside was torn out and it was not looking very healthy, it's like putting an old worn out engine inside a classic motor car, it just wont work...
why bother telling you about it when you already got a better one?

[Murduck]

Because you had to give up yours!! That's why I wanted to know.

*fumes, ruffling my hair, and looking down on the ground*