Part 8 (1/2)
”Feel like gambling?” I asked as he tilted his head. He spun the staff in his hand and slammed it to the ground. I blinked, but refused to allow him to bother me.
”Oh this sounds interesting.”
”We battle, and we play for prizes.”
He licked his lip and watched me very closely.
”What prizes, would it happen to start with a p and end with a y, because I would love to take my...”
”No, no s.e.x.” I said and he sighed.
”Well, for what then?” he asked me and I spread my feet apart.
”We battle and if I win you don't visit us in the house anymore...ever.”
He raised an eyebrow. ”Well that f.u.c.king sucks.”
”Not for me.”
”Okay, well if I win, then what, what do I get?”
”If you win I will visit you once a week, for an hour, to talk.”
”Talk?” he said as he spun the staff and started to pace back and forth.
”Yes talk. I know you like my chatter.”
He stopped and turned to me.
”About anything?”
”Anything.”
”Mmm.” He said as he stepped towards me and held the staff out to me.
”I am surprised with you Halo.”
”Why?”
”I thought you would ask me to make him love you.”
I stopped breathing for a second and then regained my composer.
”I don't need that, I need for you to stop pestering everyone.”
”I am not a pest.”
”I disagree.” I said as I started to spin my staff. He watched it closely and then gripped his staff in his hand.
”If you win then I want one more thing.”
”You get one and I get one Lucifer.”
”I want you to visit me once a month to chat, in h.e.l.l.”
”If you get two things then I get two things.”
He smiled and looked me over.
”You visit me and I will f.u.c.k you like you have never been f.u.c.ked before.”
”Uh... no.” I said as he looked into my eyes.
”What? You need d.i.c.k, I know that you do.”
”I want you to not let Gunner come to h.e.l.l and suffer like he does.”
”Oh, please. I told you that he does that on his own.”
”I don't believe you, I think you have something to do with it.”
”I do not.” he said as he tried to keep his smile under control.
”I want those things if I win and...”
”Okay fine.” He said as he lunged at me and our staffs met. I swung around on one foot as he hissed behind me. I then swung my staff and caught his leg, knocking him onto his back and he laughed manically at me. I stepped back and shook my head at him.
”You didn't even try.”
”I will see you tonight, wear something pretty. Vinyl, of course.” He said as he stood up and tossed the staff to me. He started to walk away and I called after him.
”Gunner won't be coming to h.e.l.l anymore, not to suffer.” He waved his hand above his hand and with that he was gone. I sighed and then rubbed my forehead.
”f.u.c.k me.” I whispered as I knew he actually just won.
I stepped out into the hallway as Gunner leaned against the wall. I was wearing another one of my vinyl dresses, this one was not the one I fought in. It was just tight at my neck, built like a tank top and hugged my body closely as it ended mid-thigh. I had out on a pair of candy apple red heels with it and when I saw Gunner I stumbled, catching myself with the door handle and closing it behind me.
”Gunner.” I said as he stood up and stared at me. His eyes lowered to my shoes and back up my body.
”Going out?” he asked me and I nodded to him.
”Well, not out, down.”
”Down?”
”I had a sparring match with the prince of douchebaggery and I won.”