After I was done with my little bitch moment, where I allowed that dick with a lightbulb glowing up his ass see me cry, I was unbelievably disappointed with myself.

I'm Katrina fucking Justice.

I don't cry!

I may whimper, scream, and beg for mercy.

But I don't cry.

How he was able to break me down was beyond my understand, but I had to let that go. Momma had bigger issues and slight insecurities to sit my fat ass upon.

One: his demon of an ex wife.

Two: his vomit of a brother.

Three: the annoyance of petty crushes that were stuck to my back.

And above all else, the one that was making me want to vomit and cry at the same time from anxiety ... our new environment.

That's right! I was no longer being held in an evil layer, or gallivanting all over the world. No, I was in society, and I was free.

The society that I had grown up hating, not just because my parents had kicked me ass first into it, and then held me down to drown.

No, because I was not an accepted part of this life. The headlines they use to have about me were ... blunt at best. I never blended well with the other women there, or the girls my age. The boys were deviously pissy, and the premise of having to actually be nice to someone make my hands sweat.

Could I have gotten along? Maybe.

Did I try to? No.

And I knew for a fact that my mother held a very large grudge against me for it. I can't even count how many parties I had gotten us thrown out of, or how many friends she had lost because I was not adequately trained.

Yes someone had said that to my face before.

Society here at home, the upper class society was a jungle. And I would rather run down heroes and cuss out villains, get my ass kicked nearly everyday of the week than have to subject myself to the torture of society.

To be frank the shit sucked balls.

Donkey balls.

So you can see where my nervousness is coming from! Blue and I worked in the world of super heroes and villains, of doing mild to severe illegal shit! But going out on a real date? Going to the movies? Dancing at a stupid gala? I didn't know if our relationship could extend into the real world.

I mean ... it would be a dream. An amazing dream to have him smile down at me as he dragged us to go see some movie that I didn't want to. Shoving popcorn down our throats while we smiled at one another, holding hands as we sat down. Sneaking in maybe a kiss or two.

But that's not the real world.

In the real world, Blue technically was criminal.

I didn't even know how Blake and Katrina worked, what their dynamic was, how they got along. Did they get along?

Now you see where my nervous sweats are coming from.

"I'm smelling burnt rubber, so I'm guessing you're thinking to yourself. Stop" Blue said as he came strutting from his room where he had changed into sweats and taken a shower.

I glowered at him, "don't have you a lightbulb to go screw in?" I snapped.

His eyes narrowed in at me, "Katrina. That was weak. What the hell is wrong with you, now? You've cried and done all the other girly shit in the book, you should be fine now!"

I hate him.

I just stared back at his annoying face, he wasn't wrong though. That was definitely not my best insult. "I- I'm just tired or exhausted. I guess" I shrugged as his bright eyes shot through my skin.

Why had his eyes not returned to normal yet?

Who was I even talking to right now?

His eyes were beautiful but eerie, almost like looking into a wild storm. Knowing you should run, but it's so beautiful you decide you wouldn't mind getting struck.

He easy swung/ flew and landed himself next to me on the couch, "your eyes ... why -"

He shrugged as he snatched the remote, "I have not regressed yet" he stated simply like it was normal.

"You mean like you can control it?" I asked him even more blown away.

"Yes. I'm not some raging beast ... I'm not some uncontrollable raging beast ... that actually may not be right either" he pondered as he stared flipping through the channels.

"I thought it would just go back down ... like a boner. But for your personality" I said looking at him strangely. He was giving off a different vibe than usual. I mean Blue is normally cold, hard, almost like he is constantly fighting a battle to hold himself back. But now ... it was complete warm, relax feel about him. Don't get my wrong, you could still feel that he was an evil asshole, but it was less ... strict.

And that was more scary.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not an erection" he replied back.

"Just a dick then?" I smiled, his lips twitched as he tried to turn to glare at him.

It didn't last long, "go take a shower or something. Maybe scrub off the desperation and Stockholm syndrome" he said as his eyes narrowed in on the news.

I through one leg over the back of the couch, "don't pretend like the smell doesn't turn you on" I smirked as I fully threw myself over the back of the couch.

"Damn, you know all my weakness. Looks like I will eventually have to kill you" he threw over his shoulder at me.

"Don't sound so depressed about it" I glared at the back of his head.

He snorted, as I stomped my way into the room he had just come out of. I rushed into the bathroom, not even looking at the bedroom that it was connected to. My eyes only registered what I was looking at when they landed on the huge bathtub that was in the center of the large bathroom.

My eyes shot from the shower to the tub. Shower. Tub. Shower. Tub. Shower. Tub.

Tub.

I closed the door behind me as I turned on the hot tap for the bath.

Now this was going to be a treat, this is how I deserve to be treated. Damnit! I deserve sweetness not brutality.

It was just bothering me the way Blue was out there. I could feel the struggle in his to act as normal as he could, not fully beast not fully Blake. Which left him in a limbo area, where he was carefree and could easily banter back and forth with me.

Made me sick.

That wasn't my Blue.

That was the doped up beast trying not to scare me or make me cry like I did in the kitchen. I either needed cold asshole, my Blue. Or reckless beast, Blue Doom. But in Blue Doom I also know that darkness was there as well.

I didn't have time for someone who was trying to soften the blow to my feelings. That was not the asshole I had fallen in love with. But then again, who had I fallen in love with?

I want to pull out all my hair. And die.

Leave it up to me to want a guy who had multiple personality jacked up into his sexy body! I mean that's talent to have that shitty of luck.

I didn't know who I was ... hell who I wanted to be in love with!

Blue. Blake. Or Blue Doom.

Blue is who I fell in love with.

The other two ... well Blue Doom was obviously a fucking psycho, but wasn't that suppose to be who Blue really was!?

I want to bang my head into a table, my thoughts don't even make sense to me anymore. I honestly don't know what to do! I mean he cares for me, that much I can tell from the earlier show of affection, but ... does that count?!

See none if this shit makes sense.

I would just go ask him straight to his face, who is it that I'm in love with inside your body, and when are they coming back, but I feel like whichever douche I get isn't going to be too excited to answer.

Especially since he keeps telling me he doesn't have multiple personality disorder.

Sure.

I stripped out of my clothes and turned the water off as the tub finally got to the brim.

Should I worry? I mean the last time I was in a tub, some pretty dark shit went down. Like my soul when I temporarily killed myself.

Such great memories I'm going to have.

Ehh, what could go wrong? That night light is out there, if someone were to try to mess with me, they would have to get through him first! And I was returned from my kidnapping. Technically, no one should give a rats ass about where I am.

Except maybe my parents, but those two bitches need psych evaluations.

... everyone around me could really use one.

I'm going to pretend like that doesn't have anything to say about me. I slipped into the war, water and relaxed, closing my eyes as it massaged all the bruised and cuts on my body.

I leaned back with a sigh, this is what I really needed.

Fuck men, damnit! Screw them all!

... Even if they are all in the same body, they can just suck it!

I don't this ...this stress. Love is for losers anyway, and I don't need to be dependent on anyone for shit!

I'm a strong independent woman who maybe has the worst lucky in the world, but I accept that!

I don't need that blue faced shit head to do shit for me!

I didn't need love! I didn't need saving! I don't need heroes or villains, or their multiple personality disorders.

I was fine on my own!

I wish I had realized that during my little rant, the water had almost started to bubble, and warm.

I wish I had them notice that the room suddenly got a weird vibe to it, and I maybe should I have notice that instead of thinking of damnation for Blue I should have been screaming his name for help.

In a very ... I don't really need you help ... kind of scream for help.

These are all things I should have done.

Like pay attention to my surrounds and not my rantings.

But you live and you learn.

The hand that wrapped around my ankle sent all the blood rushing through my body to a halt.

I could feel my heart stop beating, and that little tinkle of pee in my bladder squirt out as I felt the strong slimy hand wrap around my ankle.

Had I heard the door to the bathroom open? No.

And that's because it didn't.

Did I believe for a second that this hand belong to Blue? No.

Because this hand maybe me want to throw up and cry. Not just cry.

So when my eyes popped open and landed on yeh sea green, scaly, slimy glove that was wrapped around the bottom of my ankle, my world tipped.

You see, shit like this shouldn't happen to normal people!

I'm a normal ish person. Therefore I should be excluded from this shit!

The only thought that really was coming in hard through my head now was: Godzilla shrunk to fit into this bathtub, he's going to try to drown me then eat me, and I'm butt ass naked.

The air that was being so slowly sucked into my chest, in preparation for the soul shattering scream I was about to let loose, was stolen from me.

Because then not only did that slimy green scaly hand touch me. Give me heart failure. And make me pee myself.

But it pulled me under.