"My eyes...my eyes hurt."
"huff...ufff..fuc-"
DRIP...
BLOOD
"wha.."
"Ahhhhh!!!"
"blooooodhh!"
"It's my blood!!"
Seth screamed with barely any air left in his body. The chase had lasted an hour and had completely exhausted him, cycling had never been his cup of tea.
If not for the burning desire to avenge his beloved car and get some answers in a not so polite way, he would have given up and went to sleep on that very road. No blanket or pillow needed, he was a real one after all.
.....................
DHUMMM!!!
CRASH!!!
An experienced dirty yellow road roller slammed into the pavement from the sky, a collision of steel and concrete giving rise to a huge cloud of dirt. The cloud spread trying to cover the marred remains of a pink cycle and Seth, shielding them from something.... something alien.
Seth was about to die and finally be free when-
"uh..cough..cough-"
404???????-?????//??????02 exempt protocol
"it's too hot...
"I don't... want this...
1____---____---___^-__0
CONFIRMED.
@366W/ RESISTANCE ACCQUSITION SUCCESSFUL.
"it hurts..the pain...i can't be this fragile
CONFIRMED.
G^$$E-? RESISTANCE ACQUIRED.
PWW@*%%! ATTACK RESISTANCE ACCQUSITION SUCCESFUL.
"The blood loss is getting to me man."
CONTINUING-
CREATING A BODY THAT DOES NOT REQUIRE S*)&@#!!.
SUCCESSFUL
"Guess this is it hu."
Clutching the pink cycle's handle Seth dared to utter something strange-
"Red hair...if only I could uhh..uhh just feel the warmth of those crimson red hair one more time."
....
"..."
Disappointment.
Though an expected one but still bitter disappointment surged within Seth's heart as his vision started getting heavy.
As he was about to die all the way, unnoticed to all his body and essence, along with his sins and actions were snatched from the fabric of his world. Ripped apart and devoured by the very laws that ensure existence and chaos.
----=------=-----
SLURP~
High in the sky, sipping a stanly above the ruins stood a dangerously charming white lady, blond hair untarred by the dirt swayed with chaos. Looking at the now remains of what used to be a road, figures shrouded in dust and darkness aloof from Seth's suffering where in a hurried discussion.
"No part of this gets leaked in the report."
"YES, MISS PINK BUTTERCUP!!"
"Good, I'm already short on this months match reserves and they raised the price of loveshine again my lips just need em."
"YES, matcha is must."
"WE will get more for you."
"ANYTHING for miss BUTTERCUP."
Smirking at their slogans a rare smile was on her face, reveling impossibly sharp hidden fangs, almost unnatural-
But the time for idle chatter was over.
Sparring one last glance to her D.I.Y art project the figure vanished and so did her entourage.