Bad Luck

Narrator POV

The bullets kept slamming into the elevator, and would've thoroughly peppered any person residing inside of it, however there was only one person inside, and that was Senior, who might as well be Swiss Cheese now, because now all the bullets were gravitating towards him.

And they weren't really bullets, they were more like modified darts, I just say bullets cause you numbsku-

I mean you people so that way you can understand that Kylie modified those bullets so much, they hurt just as much as a .50 cal would, but with slightly less fatal side affects... slightly.

Once the bullets stop, Kylie runs over to the elevator, ready to silence the still conscious enemies, only to find that behind the slowly closing doors was a bunch of men in heavy gear and an unconscious Senior, who has most of the bullets all over his body.

Nearly screaming, she quickly gains control of herself and pries the doors open and quickly picks Senior up, running him back to the room and placing him on the bed.

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Kylie POV

I drop him on the bed and sprint into the kitchen, nearly forgetting to open the door and just simply run through it.

Finding a can of fake skin and some alcohol, I quickly pick them both up and run back into the room, taking a long swig from the bottle to try to make myself feel better, but it didn't work since you know... robots can't get drunk. I think.

What was that? Must be the alcohol, I guess it can affect the brain.

I pull out all of the darts which I laced with some rat poison and I pour the rest of the alcohol on a towel and wash all over him... except for the land down under...

I then take a shot off Cureall to cancel out the poison's well... poisonous elements and then shake the can of Fake Skin, I didn't read the instructions, but I assume you need to for the propellant.

Anyways, I soon spray it all over his dart holes before some of them begin to bleed heavily, realizing how magically none of the darts hit his head or heart.

Once I remove all of his darts from his shuddering body and finish up adding fake skin, I collapse on him, I just feel so heavy.

Is this how feeling tired is like? Or maybe this is concern or anxiety?

Whatever the feeling is, I feel like resting here for a while, or maybe more than that.

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Senior POV

I wake up with me in a spooning position with Kylie, with me on the outside.

Knowing full well that this would never happen if she was conscious, I do the smart choice of well, enjoying this moment to the fullest, and I mean the FULLEST!

I wrap my arms around her stomach attempting to subtly feel her muscles on her toned stomach, she whimpers a little but doesn't say any complaints.

I then think of all the Plot comics I've read and an idea hits me like a thunderbolt against a tall building.

I remove one hand from her stomach and put it on her head, where else would I put it?!

I then begin rubbing like she was a pet or something, I don't know if that was a good thing, but we both seemed to be enjoying it, unless her squirming was a bad thing, which I don't think it was.

It was SQUIRMING OF PLEASURE! I mean people squirm when they get tickled, and they usually enjoy it, right?

I mean I enjoy tickling them, and I'm not a cruel person, I'm quite compassionate! So the feeling must be mutual right? [This argument shouldn't make sense, if it does make sense, not even to me, if you can understand it, you're an awesome reader =D ]

I suddenly feel a hand on my ribs, not an elbow? What's this world gone to?

I look down to see Kylie's hand on my chest rising up to my chest and I look up to see her looking right back at me, with a glint in her eyes, like I was treasure, or something like that.

I then look down to her slender hand, going in circles, when I see all my clothes were off, nothing wrong with that, but I wasn't ready for what happens next.

So I said, "Hey, why are my clothes off?"

"I had to take them off so I could tend to the wounds that I..." She falters, but I already knew who shot me, and why I was still living.

"Look, you did nothing wrong, you assumed there were enemies in the elevator, and there were, until I thumped them all," I say, hearing her giggle a little.

"And also, who would've bandaged me up if it wasn't you? I also have the vague idea that you poisoned those things, cause made me feel drowsy instead of you know... crying in pain," I continue, putting an arm on her shoulder, looking right at her perfect lips.

"Yeah, I guess... but I could've just knocked them out without even using the mini gun, and then nobody would've been hurt..." She mutters.

What does she mean? One, they would've been heard, but I don't care enough about those goons, but what does she mean she could incapacitate them without using my barely functional beauty!?

"That doesn't matter anymore... just try to avoid doing it, maybe one day you'll accidentally dip it in something fatal... LIKE YOUR PUS-" I start before getting cut off by Kylie coldly saying, "This is the second time this has happened in the last 2 weeks, I think it's time to leave this messy place," She says, leaving no room for no.

And even if I did, I'd probably end up in a suitcase halfway to Kamchatka before I wake up.