Whatthefuck is going on?!
Nessy went from hearing a conversation about Christmas.. to, what was that? Are you fucking kidding me?
Nessy was now stuck upstairs, while the battle bots battled it out below. She could hear crashing and yelling... but where were they now?
She had fogotten how many people were there now. The only thing that was running through her head the whole time was her
, and boy, did she hate her.
You know, if it all came down to you living or dieing at the hands of these men, you could alwasy offer yourself instead. Men are pigs! I'm sure they'd rather get off first.. that is, they'd kill you after. Well, at least you're not going to die a virgin then! Oh wait, yes you will. I forgot, you're a fucking fuggly! They'd probably puke if you even brought the idea up! Honestly, jesus christ, what are you going to do? At least you could have killed yourself, and saved the others the time. Noo, you had to get a fucking OVEN MIT! You're pathetic!
It's been a good couple years now, that Nessy has had to listen to Vanessa... She never had anything nice to say.
"You know," She whispered, "Mother always said, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't fucking say it all!"
Her head went quite again, for now, and at that moment, so did the house. From where she was, she could hear anything. Slowly, ever so slowly, Nessy began to open the door. She stationed herself on her hands and knees and put her ear to the floor. Time now seemed to be moving like a snail. She lifted her head up, and crawled towards the stairs. She shifted her body so that she was now sitting on the top stair with ther feet infront of her, sliding down one step at a time peering through the banister the way a child would late on Christmas eve. to spy on Santa.
There was no tree, there was no Santa. Only five steps down and afraid to move any further, Nessy weighed her pros and cons. The best thing that could happen is that she'd be saved by her knight in white! The worst, is that she would be killed. In her mind, being killed would only deliver her to her true white knight, so really, what the hell.
"Hello?" She yelled. "Is someone there? I don't have a weapon... hello?"
She heard nothing. As silently as possible, Nessy made her way to a window and slowly opened it, because she wasn't sure if anyone was in hearing distance. As she pulled herself through the frame, which was a little tight no help to her size, she couldn't help but think how lucky she was that no one had found her. Damn Lucky.
Once she made it all outside, she crawled on all fours along the side of the house. She pulled out her map and decided to head towards the river, freshen up a bit, before she really headed out anywhere where there might actually be people who would kill her. It was a thought she didn't want to stick with.
((continued in The Beast and The Harlot