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One perfectly sunny and normal day in one perfectly normal neighborhood, but then there's Rachel and Tori, anything but normal. A splatter of crushed bacon and mushy oranges lay everwhere. This is the war of foods! A memerableday for this is the day that bacon climbs to the top of the food chain.
"You have met your match pulpy orange fiend!" Rachel exclaimed addressing Tori.
"Never! Bacon shall never rule over the oranges, so sweet and pure!" Tori spazzed. Rachel dodged a mushy peeled orange and counter attacked with five slices of exploding bacon.
"Mwahahahaha!! Who said cheaters never win!?" She gloated, "'Cause they lied!" She declared suddenly getting slimed with another orange.
"Haha, but who said people who dont cheat don't win!?" Tori stummbled over her words slowly, "Doesn't that mean I don't win? oh well, I WIN!!" She shouted, getting choked by two slices of turkey bacon.
"Why do I even hang out with you?" Rachel asked and Tori gave a gurgle of choking noises in replym "Lovely."
"You two ready for lunch?" The mother clone asked standing right behind Rachel startling her, she saw oranges hurtling toward her sparking blue and quickly she ducked out of the way. The clone screamed as she was zapped with electrifying oranges.
"Inside now!" The angry blonde lady screamed. Calmly, trying not to snicker and giggle, the two girls walked toward the house. The mother clone stopped Tori from entering and glared at her. "Go home!" She seethed between clenched teeth. Tori looked to Rachel with a confused look. Rachel just shrugged and hugged her.
"I'll see you tomorrow okay?" She said before the mother clone pulled Rachel inside and slammed the door. Rachel watched Tori walk back to her house from the window. After a scream filled arguement with her mother clone she was sent to her room without dinner. She sat on her bed and sulked but then noticed her big mistake.
"Mother clone report!" She called out furiously. No one came, again she tried but still nothing. "Some one must've tampered with her chip..." Rachel whisperd to herself pacing the floor. Suddenly her cellphone rang and she answered it quickly.
"It was I!" A booming vioce answered, "I am the leprechauns only son! I am the one who-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP! I'm trying to solve a crisis here!!" Rachel screamed into the phone before snapping it shut. "Who could've done it?" She asked herself again. She searched through her sketch book for the picture she had drawn of Tori's room, but ofcourse it wasn't there. Suddenly a loud explosion sounded outside and Rachel ran to her window. Out of the black smoke came Tori, bombs in her hands and a look on her face that says: "Don't ******** with me BITCHES!" She ran downstairs and her best friend and her mother clone were arguing.
Rachel got between them and pushed the two apart. "Ladies, ladies please!" She said meekly trying to get their attention but wasn't heard over their screaming. "Listen up bitches!" Rachel screamed. Both stopped, taken aback by her rudeness.
"How dare you talk to your mother like that!?" The blonde snapped.
"You're not her mom!" Tori snapped back, the air sparked and they started to bicker.
"HEY!!" Rachel shouted.
"What!?" They screamed at her in unison. Rachel rubbed her ear and sighed.
"We settle this the right way." She said emotionless, "Meet me in hell at midnight. Bring your best weapon." Rachel advised quietly then walked back to her room with a dark aura sparking behind her. She cleared her bedroom walls off and grabbed a piece of charchoal then began drawing the demon era: Hell. Hour after hour she sketched, then finally with one line left to draw she stepped back to examine her work. Setting her coal down she went to find her friend and clone. They stood in her room and gawked at the walls.
"Nice art." Tori said simply. "Kinda gross looking creatures though."
Rachel laughed, "Wait til you see them in color." She drew the last line and the whole mural sprang to life, the bedroom door slammed shut and the portal was sealed. "Don't speak unless spoken to, no eye contact with the demons... It makes them hungry. Also stay close at all times." She ordered and started walking down an isle with chained demons on each side of them. They growled and struggled in their chains. They kept walking and came to a stone table that was occupied by a teenage boy. Tan skin and dark brown hair, age of atleast 17, and big purple eyes. This was Lucipher, well atleast the name plate on the table said so. He glanced up from his PEOPLE's magazine and fell backwards off his chair. Scrambling up, he bowed low.
"What brings you here!?" He said in shock, his voice cracking.
kyzii · Mon Aug 09, 2010 @ 10:18pm · 0 Comments |
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