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Blue's POV

I must admit, for a second there I was nervous.

Katrina had been falling through the air for a solid six seconds before I heard the double thud of her body hitting the ground, bouncing, then hitting the ground again.

Then the small little whimper of a whine that escaped her as she no doubt laid face first into the ground.

I watched as Rhett gave a strangled cry of shock as he rushed to try to look down into the impenetrable darkness that leaked from the doorway.

His shocked face turned to look at me with that sudden dawning that I was unhinged.

My favorite expression to put on people's faces.

"A-are you crazy?" he hissed over at me, as he tried to squint through the darkness to find her.

But I knew her, she would lay her lazy ass face first into the ground for at least another 45 seconds, before she rolled on to her back.

Once she was able to sit up, and assess that she wasn't permanently maimed she would start her bought of screaming.

Then finally she would start her fat ass on her exploration and find something useful.

Hopefully she could discover a way to get rid of the darkness.

I had unfortunately seen this type of unending darkness before. It was usually used to safe guard certain treasures from Supers.

The inky, moving darkness would wrap around a Super, leaching into their skin, eye, and mouth and slowly but surely strangle them to death.

Which is why Katrina had to go alone.

But my entire senses were honed into her.

I'd risk the death if something truly was down there, about to harm her.

I heard her grunt as she rolled herself over onto her back, small groans and wheezing escaping her mouth.

I could practically hear her thoughts, 'that mother fucker', 'wait til I get my fucking hands on him', 'hateful blue son of a bitch, I'll kill him' her thoughts pelted my mind endlessly.

Her mind was usually a never ending stream of the dumbest shit I had ever been subjected to. But it was strange, recently it had developed, more past just that endless stream, but almost like communication.

I could feel her thoughts as though they were in my own mind.

Much different than before, when I could just feel her mind running and thinking endlessly, where once in a while if I truly concentrated I could catch a stream of thought.

But it had grown stronger when we had been separated.

"She could be dead" Rhett cried in his annoying ass voice that felt like I was being continuously stabbed in the temple with a rusty shank.

Yes, he bothered me that fucking bad.

Besides the never ending smell of helpless desire that leaked off his skin when he saw my Katty, he was fucking strange to look at.

He was so full of confidence, self-hatred, arrogance, and insecurity.

It was like watching a snail electric slide.

Un-fucking-natural.

He made my fucking skin itch.

I gave him a bored look as he looked at me in true fear, like I'd actually kill Katrina in such an unsatisfying way.

"KATRINA! KATRINA!" Rhett bellowed down into the doorway, his desperate voice giving me indigestion.

"Can you shut up? She's still counting to make sure she can wiggle everyone of her fucking toes" I rolled my eyes at him as he looked at me like I was crazy.

I loved it.

"W-what?" he stuttered hopelessly.

He really was pretty fucking useless.

How angry would Katty be if I shoved him down there with her to die, if I was lucky he would break is neck on impact.

But I do have shitty luck.

I could hear Katrina grunt as she pulled herself up into the sitting position.

Right on schedule.

Next for the-

"YOU BLUE STUPID PEICE OF FUCKING DOG SHIT!" her shrill voice echoed up from the doorway.

The smile that pulled over my lips was uncontrollable. She really was something else, no one had ever spoken to me like that, never.

They feared me, yet this crazy bitch had decided to stay and fight when I chased her down that alley all those months ago.

Swung a fucking plank of wood right at my damned face.

Stupid.

But brave.

So very stupid though.

Though her staying to fight probably has something to do with her never ending desire not to move above a speed of a 4.

Ever.

"How'd you stick the landing, Katty?" I called down to her, feeling her anger spike in my own body.

Her dark chuckle lifted to meet my ears, "I'M GOING TO FUCKING STICK THE LANDING OF MY FUCKING FOOT UP YOUR ASS, BLUE! YOU PRICK, I COULD HAVE DIED! NOT TO MENTION ITS DARK AS FUCKING SHIT!" she bellowed back up.

Rhett stood there staring from the door to me with his mouth gaping open in pure dismay.

He was so out of his league, especially if he thought he could ever beat me.

At anything.

And Katrina's dumbass was so unbelievably slow, she had no fucking clue MegaMind over here wanted her so bad it stunk.

"I love you too. Now go find something useful, or stay your ass down there" I yelled back down at her.

I could hear her dusting herself off, hissing in rage as she muttered things to herself.

"WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSE TO FIND IN DARKNESS, YOU BLUE DUMBASS!" she cursed.

I am in love with that.

I rolled my eyes, obviously someone had to go down there eventually, there had to be a way to turn lights on. "Find the light, maybe then you'll see it when Godzilla comes to eat you" I shouted back at her.

There was dead silence, as I felt her panic reach an all time high, her head no doubt snapping every which way, even though she couldn't see shit, to make sure Godzilla wasn't near her.

Yes, I was in love with that.

"Thats not funny" was her small response, like she was trying to now be quiet all of a sudden.

"If you hurry, I might fly down there and bring you back up instead of making you climb back up" I called smugly down to her.

'I wonder if you can fly with my foot knee deep in your ass, you dick' her voice wafted through my mind, sending a sick amused smile to my face.

Once we get through this I can't wait to force my ring onto her finger.

I heard her feet shuffle off as she walked deeper into the darkness, hopefully searching for something useful.

Rhett still was blinking in utter shock next to me.

I even hated breathing the same air as him.

"W-will ... is she alright?" Rhett asked me, his eyes looking at me clear worry in them, sending my disgust even higher.

Katrina was not some damsel in distress, the bitch ended up in distressing situations but she was far from a damsel in distress.

She didn't need to be coddled ... all the time, sometimes she needed a hard swift shove to send her to where she needed to be.

And she needed to be wherever I told her to be.

Thats what really pissed me off about dumbasses like Rhett and Daniel, they always wanted to save her, and yeah sometimes she needed it, but other times she needed to be pushed, nice and hard.

Just like how I shoved her into the darkness.

She was probably at least 23% more competent than she really believed.

She more than anything helped me with the shadow, and that whole fucking fiasco. She somehow opened that case, it was her who rallied together she shitty team and escaped top level security prison, had survived more encounters with death, and it was her who blew up that building and saved all those Supers.

Her.

She, as stupid as she is, had done that.

She was more than just some jump off with a nice ass who could make a man feel like a man.

Any woman could do that.

No, she had that spark, that ability to journey by my side, run these adventures with me, an equal.

Not that I would ever say that to her face.

Power tends to go straight to her head, then down between her legs to grow her a pair of fucking balls, far bigger than the ones she already had.

But dipshits like the asshole in front of me didn't see that, they worried about her being broken or fragile.

But I had seen her psychotic spirit.

She was beyond any measure of strength I had seen.

"She's fine" I replied back to Rhett, his nervousness leaking into the air making me gag.

"She could have died!" he cried out still clearly in shock.

"She's un-killable. Believe me. If the world ends tomorrow there will cockroaches, Katrina, and my large dic-"

Suddenly there was a flare of light from the door, the darkness melting away before disappearing completely.

She did it.

Rhett sighed as he looked down, his jaw dropping, I looked down too.

Damn, that was a fall.

A good 12 foot drop.

Don't laugh. Not until later, where you can enjoy it alone.

I turned to stare at a Rhett, just staring at the side of his face.

He could be considered attractive.

If he wasn't such a bitch.

But girls tended to like the bitches, reminded them of themselves, easily able to control.

Like a dog.

Rhett twitched as my eye drilled holes into the side of his head. He slowly turned to look at me, before breaking eye contact quickly.

Thats right. Bow to me.

I watched him a while longer, taking care to listen to the steady beat of Katrina's body, and her labored breathing.

So out of shape.

Rhett gave me a wince, his eyes shoot from me and away.

That strong fighting stance he showed earlier in the room when I first showed up was completely gone.

Ha, puss.

"Is something wrong?" Rhett asked me, while I continued to just stare at his face.

I liked him less the more I memorized it.

"I don't like you" I stated, giving him a dead look.

His eye brows shot up, but no real surprise was on his face, "why?"

I just continued to stare at him, "you remind me of a-" what had Katrina called me once ... oh yea, "cry-baby bitch" I finished.

He stood shocked looking up at me, "uh-"

I cut him off, since whatever he was going to say would immediately be irrelevant, "and I know your in love with Katrina" I continued, paying no attention as he went stiff and his mouth opened and closed in shock.

"N-no, we are just friends, its nothing like-"

See? Immediately irrelevant.

"I know she makes you twitch. She makes me twitch too" I sighed thinking back to the last time I was with her in our apartment after I finally escaped from her crazy ass grandmother, "but you should know that I can and would gladly kill you if you tried to get in between us" I stated calmly, looking down at my nails.

I really needed to file them down. They were uneven.

"W-what?"

I looked back up at him, "brutally. Remember that. Because I would love to use your blood as finger paint" I smirked up at his ashen face.

Rhett gulped before slowly turning his head away.

Bitch.



Katrina's POV

I'm going to take a fucking chainsaw and cut the fuck out of Blue's precious little finger nails.

Then I'm going to make a bonfire out of his blanket of a fucking cape.

That blue condom.

I stormed past all the lit lanterns, that had automatically turned on, when I had walked face fucking first into the stone lever, about two minutes ago.

I'm going to wring the fucking bone marrow out of his fucking body.

Shove him down a flight of fucking stairs, she how his lamppost ass fucking likes it.

I stormed further down the never ending hallway that was lit by the lanterns. I could see an end, but I had a while til I eventually got here.

If this wasn't some Lora Croft shit I had been dragged into.

Why couldn't we just stalk Cirron till he eventually showed his ass then destroyed him, and if we had to do all this dangerous, scary shit, then why was I being the one sent in?

Alone!

God is punishing me.

Thats what I get for sleeping with a clearly deranged psychopath.

And enjoying it.

Hopefully Rhett accidentally on purpose drop kicks Blue in the nuts and he comes crashing all the fucking way down here, face first into some hard ass dusty dirt.

As you can see, I'm holding a bit of a grudge.

Because that was a hell of a fucking fall, and the ground had not been kind either.

I finally strolled out into the opening, a huge circular room had been carved out, much different from the narrow tunnel I had just been walking through.

It was weird. On the opposite side of the dome was another dark looking opening, that seemed much wider than the tunnel I just came from, but my eyes were pulled over to the large mahogany desk that sat close to the wall, opposite of where a large over a hundred inch screen sat on the dank stone wall.

Weird as shit, but who am I to judge?

I quickly rush over to the desk, sitting down before I started yanking open drawers, quickly scanning papers, looking for anything of importance.

I sighed as I threw down a fucking water bill, before shoving Raymond's shit to the side finding a collection of weird looking paper that had broken seals.

That looked suspicious.

I smiled when I opened one to see it was signed by Cirron, himself.

It looked to be a mix of letters and decrees that Cirron had sent out.

He obvious had never heard of an e-mail.

I started shuffling through all the papers, when suddenly a deep slithering hiss echoed.

My head slowly turned towards the sound, my eyes connecting to something I swear wasn't there.

My whole body shook, every organ, muscle, and bone, screaming at my brain to haul ass, as my eyes relayed what the fuck I was seeing to the rest of my body.

I shit a fucking brick, as the thing slowly peaked its huge head out of the darkness, before turning and looking directly at little old me.

Fuck. Me.