Post by Cheyenne on Feb 12, 2017 16:59:16 GMT -5
Dirty.
Freak.
She has no friends.
She smells funny.
Why are her clothes so big.
Why she smell funny.
That skank doesn't have any parents.
OMG she'll never get a date.
I hear she yells rape.
She'll never hold a job.
Devil bitch.
WTF is her problem.
Nut job.
Eats nasty shit.
Scrawny bitch.
Insane.
The midtown Chicago apartment, with its familiar disheveled living room, complete with over turned suede ripped love seat. Clothes thrown everywhere, and the attached kitchen still had gnats and roaches crawling over dishes that look months old. Near fall wall staring out a grimy brown and yellow stained second floor window, sat a pasty freckled faced red head. The woman’s petite frame was dressed in tattered white t shirt and torn bell bottom jeans. The woman known as Cheyenne had her cascading crimson locks astrew as she watched intently as her new “baby girl”, a black widow spider, set in its web awaiting its prey.
Cheyenne: Baby...baby...baby. You… are much like I am. We both are small. Both deadly. Both mostly silent. People fear us. As they should. Never underestimate the small...and dangerous.
Many roaches are rushing and scrambling around in the flickering of the overhead hanging bulb. The roaches had the numbers, their brown exoskeletons protected them from most perils that in their universe. The redhead got eye level with the scurrying insects, a few braver ones even crept up to her long lashes and stared into her emerald orbs. Her eyes flick up as a black and yellow hornet flies into the web. It powers out but gets trapped again shortly after, and not able to escape again.
Cheyenne: Roaches, ants Beeees, hornets. Mmmmmmmmm all so common. Typical, lil babys act tough when in numbers. Cookie cutter like even. All are similar. But you...my darlings. You are at least better than Jason...Jaaaaaaassssssssooon O’Neal.
The woman runs her small palms down her b cupped chest as she say the man's name.
Cheyenne: Mmmmmmmmmmmm At least when i cut off your heads,
She raises her face as she takes a jagged broken nail and slices the head off one of the roaches she called her babies, while staring at the hornet. The others scatter as their fallen comrade is sucked dry of its brown gooey insides.
Cheyenne: You have substance on the inside. O’Neal...Jason. Jason is a cookie cutter avarice filled kingpin. Mmmmmmmm I… I don't… hornet man does not have substance. He just kills and...Drugssssssss…. It takes no talent to shoot a man point blank. To kill the way he kills. Overdosing...numbing, Mind numbing drugs. None will will help when I SNAP YOUR FUCKING ARM!
The redhead yells loudly and more roaches scatter at the sudden burst of sound and rumblings of the freckled hands slamming into the faded chipped window seal. A few ran into the web and were immediately stuck next to the struggling hornet that was buzzing furiously.
Cheyenne: Gluttony is also a sin in the eyes of your lord, pig man. Ahhahahahahaha Fat ass…..
The crimson haired crazed one begins to rock back and forth as a large greenish blue beetle lands on the windowsill. She cocks her head and begins yelling at the hard carapaced creature.
Cheyenne: YOU MAY BE BIGGER! Fatter...stronger..but a unintelligent blob of meat. Fodder for the masses, like a cow going to the slaughter. I..I will end you with the precision...the pinpoint precision of attacks that….even your mastodon like skin can not defend you from being broken as well.
Cheyenne throws her head back and laughs before suddenly going eerily quiet and snapping down face level with the large beetle. She puffs her gorgeous freckled pale cheeks and blows the beetle gently into the spider's web next to the hornet just above the handful of roaches.
Cheyenne: You..may be an ass man. But this is one *puts her finger into her mouth,biting down on her fingernail and spoke through gritted teeth* this one is the one that will destroy you with the power from down below.
Cheyenne pulls her finger from her mouth, the tip bleeding from where she had gnawed the finger nail to short. Shortly after a small fly comes buzzing in and is trapped near the other ensnared pest.
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Cheyenne: Awwweee. Yes little West. Jay West...Super kicks..out of nowhere O’Neal and you...most overused move. Undeserving to be in this match. West just go east and avoid being broken by Satan’s minion. My Master..
Cheyenne moans as the light flickers again and we can see the widow descending upon its prey. Red sways back and forth getting closer to the open window and watching the much smaller spider inject its poison and roll up its enemies. The thick sticky webbing held tight, the strong beatle thick exoskeleton and all couldn't break it, the fly and its speed and arrow dynamics could not escape it, and the deadly hornet could not fight out of it. All fail victim to the steadfast webbing and the instantly death dealing venom.
Cheyenne: My Master from the hells below, will rule this miserable planet one day, one day the world shall burn as she melts the faces off the corrupted men of this planet. The men shall all perish in her light, and I...I shall start with you three pathetic pest. Alpha champ...alpha champ… you should have cashed that in while had the chance..I will snap…
She giggles as she quickly snatches the web and all from the window.
Cheyenne: Snap, all your bones. One two...fatass too. West, Rump, O’Neal…. The itsy bitsy spider….
Cheyenne crawls up the faded window sill, her breast grazing the flaking white paint chips shooting some into her shirt. She quickly turns as she stands looking away from the window, moving the handful of protein closer to her mouth.
Cheyenne: IS COMING FOR YOU!!!!!!!!
With that she tosses her head back and shoves the bug cocktail into her mouth, guts and web trickle out of her green painted lips like semen from a greedy porn-stars money shot.
