Scream (4)

The scarred man tried to ignore the view in front of him before... but now he just couldn't ignore it anymore. Once the primordial and monstrous trees that stood tall, and pridefully in the forest that was shrouded in thick fog were now brought down to earth by Melissa's rageful flames, turning into nothing but charcoal. The fog that shrouded everything in its vast expanse, being no more... exposing what lay beyond it. The devastation, a brutal display of power, stretched out till the ends of his vision, a landscape transformed by fame and fury.

The scarred man gulped, a drop of sweat rolling down, tracing his sharp jawline. What lay ahead of him was no ordinary landscape... exposed by the absence of the primordial fog, the scarred man witnessed it with his own two dark-blue eyes that were almost the colour of sapphire... a landscape so eternally vast that it could not even fit in his safir-like retinas.

Several hundred kilometres away, there resided an enormous wall of water that seemed as though it was piercing heaven itself... in fact, 'enormous' was truly an understatement... it was so vast that even while being hundreds of kilometres away from him, it looked as if it was right in front of him.

It was truly unbelievable to witness such senary, if not for his own two eyes, he would have called this blasphemy... and indeed, no sane human would ever believe such a thing, just on someone's words. The scene was truly blasphemous to look at, it looked like more like fiction than reality.

The scarred man slowly turned his head to the right. After witnessing more of the wall that seemed to be made out of water, he finally understood. He let out a long sigh of relief and said, "It is a waterfall."

He then slowly stood up, suffering from the pain of being slowly burnt alive, inch by inch, burn marks shrouded his bulky body, his body aching with pain. Dusting off the dust from his torn clothes, a light groan escaped his lips.

"Dah! What else did you think it was, you dumbass!?" Marin's irritated voice sounded again.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING ATTENTION-SEEKING WHORE!!! DON'T YOU HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO THAN JUST BEG FOR FUCKING ATTENTION!?... MAYBE FIND THAT FUCKING TRAUMATIZED BITCH MELISSA THAT FEELS SORRY FOR HERSELF AND IS PROBABLY CRYING LIKE A FUCKING BITCH RIGHT NOW, AND BECOME USEFUL FOR ONCE IN YOUR ENTIRE USELESS LIFE!!!?" The scarred man lost it, he lost it all... every ounce of patience in him was banished from the pool of multiple emotions he was feeling, leaving him full of rage and other emotions. He was already flustered from the fact that he was almost about to lose his life earlier, and now he had to deal with this fucking whore!? He was not going to have any more of this bullshit!

"AND MAIN OF ALL, STOP! BEING! A FUCKING! WHORE!... YOUR CLOTHING SCREAMS... 'AHHH! fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard and rough, fuck me till my eyes roll back to the back of my head and till I can't speak anymore, till the only thing on my tongue is your name and your hot-sticky cum, till we break the bed from our rough sessions, it you cum all over my flat man-like chest and make me your fuck toy, your personal cum dump, for you to splash your cum at after an exhausting day. Dominate me in every way possible and fuck me in every position that exists, fuck me until we invent a new position, turn me into your personal pleasure slave you horn dog.'" The scarred man tried his best to duplicate a feminine voice and feminine body language but failed miserably at the attempt.

"EXCUSE ME!? WHAT DID YOU JUST FLIPPING SAY!?... SAY THAT TO MY FLIPPING FACE!" Marin spoke in the most feminine voice she could pull off and her body language was the definition of the term "bitch," her jaw dropped in the most feminine manner.

"YOU WANT ME TO SAY THAT TO YOUR FUCKING FACE YOU FIVE-FEET-TWO BITCH!? OK! I WILL, YOU UNRAPABLE WHORE! I SAID THAT YOU ARE A FUCKING WHORE, AND YOU ARE ONE!!! YOU GOT FUCKED BY EVERY MALE CEW MEMBER OTHER THAN ALBERT, ALRIC AND MYSELF, AND DON'T YOU THINK THAT I DID NOT SEE YOU TRYING TO BAG THAT POOR BOY ALRIC! AND WHO KNOWS WHERE HE IS NOW!" The scarred man raged.

Marin was out of words... she wished she could have said what he spoke were just allegations, but she could not deny it. "SO WHAT!? YOU ARE JUST JEALOUS OF MY BODY COUNT, YOU VIRGIN ASSHOLE, THE MORE THE BODY COUNT, THE MORE BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE, OK!? AND THE FLIP YOU MEAN BY UNRAPABLE!?" she tried to come up with anything that would save her in this argument.

"GAG ME WITH A SPOON! THATS THE MOST WHOREISH WORDS I HAVE HEARD IN A WHILE!!! AND JUST SAY FUCK, STOP TRYING TO GET ATTENTION FROM BEING UNIQUE! YOU ARE NOT UNIQUE, YOU PICK ME BITCH! AND BY UNRAPEABLE I MEAN UNRAPEABLE, UTTERLY HIDEOUS!!!" The scarred man did not back down one bit.

"HIDEOUS!!!? THE FUCK YOU MEAN HIDEOUS!? HAVE YOU SEEN THAT SCAR ON YOUR UGLY MUT? YOU LOOK WORSE THAN MY UNSHAVEN VAGINA!" She countered the scarred man.

"HEY!, HEY!, HEY! THAT SCAR WAS A GIFT FROM MY MOTHER, OK!? COULD YOU NOT GO AROUND DISRESPECTING IT?" The scarred man spoke.

"WHO THE FUCK WAS YOUR MOTHER IN THE FIRST PLACE!? DID SHE NOT TEACH YOU HOW TO TREAT A WOMAN!?" Marin asked.

"No... she did not." the scarred man answered with a distant look on his face.

"BITCH! YOU KNOW WHAT!? FUCK YOU!!!" The back of Marin's hand landed on the scarred man's face, slapping him across his face in the most feminine way possible.

The scarred man's face turned to the side from the impact... he brought his hand up and touched the part of his face where he was hit, gently. After digesting what had just happened to him, his rage overwhelmed any other emotion he was feeling and completely took over him.

The scarred man's hand balled up into a fist, raising his fist in the air, he planned to hit Marin with all of his manly strength, but just when he was about to do so, Marin withdrew her leg back... and kicked the scarred man between his legs with all of her feminine might, almost crushing his testicles.

"AAAAGGGHHHH!!!" A scream full of sheer pain was let out from the scarred man's mouth, his voice hoarse.