Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Mike was heading over to meet Paulo to play the great American game of baseball when he bumped into Lucy who seemed really annoyed.

“Oh so-” Began Micheal but was slapped across the face by Lucy.

“watch where you’re going jerkface!” yelled Lucy.

“ow! hey I was saying that I was sorry!” yelled the gray cat back at her.

“Oh cry me a river you insensitive pussy!”

“what exactly makes me ‘insensitive’?” demanded Mike.

“You don’t care about my feelings!” replied Lucy.

“Holy- I though you were over that! And besides, you never cared about my feelings you hypocritical bitch!” yelled Mike as he pointed a wooden bat in Lucy’s face.

Lucy gave Mike a death stare of rage before whipping out, grabbing the bat and in a split-second though, smashed it on the side of Mike’s head. There was a loud crack as the bat broke in half accompanied by the sound of Mike’s face hitting the cement.

“Mike?” said Lucy as she lightly poked him with her foot. “Mike?” she repeated. “Mike, get up!” she yelled, tears filling her eyes. “Mike!” she fell on her knees and turned his body over. He had taken the hit directly at the middle of the temple and the side of his head was bleeding like crazy. His lifeless stare was full of shock and Lucy clung to his body. “Oh god…”


“He’s dead…”

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This is just an Idea that I won’t develop on (Because of my history of bad fanfics) but if anyone else wants to work with this that’s cool, just credit me for the Idea.

lol

sorry, it gave me a chuckle

I’m not touching this with a 10 foot pole. I promised I’d stop writing horrible fanfic’s for a while. Especially ones involving poor Lucy.

It has a slight humourus touch of irony when you think about it.

I rewrote it to like see if I could pull it off. I couldn’t bring myself to kill Mike, though.

Michael hummed a quiet tune as he strode down the urban walkway towards the ballpark, having been invited to a game by none other than Paulo. He whistled quietly and twirled the bat in his hands, the light from the sun causing him to wipe his brow. He closed his eyes and continued to whistle as he rounded a corner and hit something hard. He stared down to see he had run into Lucy, who had also had been invited to the ball game. Michael bent down to help her up.

“Oh, I’m sorry Lu—“ He began, but a sharp blow to his face caused him to stumble back, rubbing the red portion of his cheek where Lucy had hit him.

“Watch where you’re going, jerkface!” She shouted, climbing up off the sidewalk and brushing her legs off.

“Hey, I was apologizing!” Michael said, still rubbing his tender cheek
.
“Oh, cry me a river, you insensitive pussy.” She spat, straightening her bow.

Michael rolled his eyes. “Oh here we go! Tell me, what makes me ‘insensitive?’”

She frowned and crossed her arms, furrowing her eyebrows. “Like you don’t know. You don’t care about my feelings!”

Michael slapped his forehead, sighing. “My God, I thought you were over that.” He paused and turned to face her, laughing snidely. “And hey, you never cared about my feelings before, you hypocritical bitch.”

He continued to laugh as anger boiled in Lucy’s blood. Her eyes ran over the large wooden bat in Michael’s possession, and before her brain could control her body, she had ripped it away from him.

“Lucy, what the—“ Michael began, but with the grace of a professional batter, she let the wooden bat swing and landed a sharp blow to the side of Michael’s head, causing the bat to break from the bone-shattering force. The cat collapsed to the cement sidewalk, blood slowly leaking from a deep gash on the side of his head.
Lucy stood petrified. The bat fell from her hands and settled on the ground as a wave of emotions came over her. She slowly approached Michael’s still-bleeding body and lightly tapped it with her foot.

“Michael…?” She called out in a small voice. He did not respond. “Mike!”

She fell to her knees beside him and began to shake him violently. “Mike, please! You have to wake up!”

The blow had struck him directly on the temple and he had very little time left before even the best of the doctors in Roseville could save him. Lucy began to sob uncontrollably as blood still gushed from the wound on the side of Michael’s head. She rested her head on Mike’s chest, feeling his faint breaths. Shouts from the ballpark did not faze her as she continued to hug Michael’s dying body with the utmost of care.

“Please, Michael. I can’t lose you.”

then sudenly she heared a woosh behind her and saw Mike (Mike): i had a deadringer all along. then they kissed.

sorry i had to do it and if you dont know what a deadringer is go on tf2

No.

Still made me lol. Susan should proceed, to see how it ends.

I’d turn it into rainbow pony happy love hour.

I’m waiting for Rainbow Pony Happy Love Hour. It’s almost noon. :|

Next stop: the dance floor. ^_^

It’s coming~

And I’m not happy with it but who cares

And once again my ability to make everyone soft comes out. I probably messed up again but it made me happy~

I’d also like to justify Lucy’s soft behavior because of her past reactions to Michael’s “deaths” and that she feels her cantankerous attitude is what put him in the hospital.

Don’t eat meeeee

—-

Lucy walked cautiously through the bright hallways of the hospital. Nurses ran about at frightening speeds to get to their patients and the air smelled heavily of gauze. She bit her lip and pressed forward through the throng of hospital staff and soon found herself outside of the ICU. Michael’s door glared at her as she approached the portal to the sullen hospital room, her friends and his family long departed from visitation. She took a shaky breath and grabbed the knob before turning it and stepping into the room. It had been two days since she had struck Michael. The paramedics had arrived just in time to keep him alive, but as a result they said he was in some sort of coma. This was the first time Lucy had left her home since then, refusing to go back to school or see anyone. She had spent much time alone and with her pets, analyzing herself. She decided if she continued to act like she normally did, only more people would find themselves hurt. Because of her, Michael lay unconscious in a hospital, half dead, and that was a lot for her to handle.
As her being crossed the threshold into the medical room, the light beeping of the heart rate monitor reached her ears. She placed a hand over her chest and nervously stepped forward to be greeted by the site of Michael’s body lying in bed, hooked to an IV and with a large bandage over his temple. His face was relaxed and he was unresponsive. Around him were brightly colored cards and balloons bearing the usual titles of “Get Well Soon” and many stuffed animals. She ran her eyes over his motionless body and sighed, pulling one of the visitor’s chairs up to the side of his bed. She sat down and leaned forward, averting her gaze from his face. She sniffled and lowered her head before sobbing quietly. She shakily put out her arm and grabbed his lifeless hand, holding it tightly and caressing it gently. She chuckled nervously.

“Hey, Mike.” She said softly, rubbing his hand. “I guess if you were awake you’d probably run from me now, huh?”

She sniffled again as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I never meant to hurt you, Mike. I… didn’t realize how destructive my behavior is.”

She continued to rub his hand, a few streams of tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I… I should have just dealt with the fact you had Sandy… I abused you so badly…”

She sighed shakily and shook her head, laughing quietly.

“I really love you, Mike. I don’t know what came over me… I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

His face remained motionless as she continued to pour her heart out to him. She felt he was the only one who would understand, even if he wasn’t conscious. For so long, Lucy had kept her emotions bottled up. As a result, her behavior was incredibly cantankerous and only now did she realize how much it hurt other people. She had hospitalized Mike even after all he had done for her and she truly felt terrible. Now was the time she would let everything out and try to change, not just for herself, but for her friends. Especially for Michael. Eventually, she rose from the chair and sat down on Michael’s bed, gently running her hand over his face. She frowned as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

“My head is saying, fool forget him. My heart is saying don’t let go. Hold on till the end, that’s what I intend to do, hopelessly devoted to you.” She hummed quiety, still crying. “There’s nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside, I’m out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you… Hopelessly devoted… to you.” She lowered her head and continued to sob.

“Hopelessly devoted to you.”

She pressed her body against his and sobbed into his chest, feeling every expansion of his ribcage. The heart monitor continued to beep weakly and steadily as she lay there, just letting the fountain of her emotions free after so long. The hospital staff was far too touched to force her to leave when visiting hours ended, and she stayed late through the night and early into the next morning. The doctors were forced to pry her off of Michael’s body and escort her from the facility. Every day for three weeks she would arrive and visit Michael, using him as an outlet and sometimes spending the night, much to the dismay of the doctors. Some nurses, however, were generally touched by her care for Michael and would try and cheer her up when she would constantly beat herself up for her mistake. Her friends tried to keep visiting her but she was always gone when they would arrive, not yet ready to return to see their faces once again.

She found herself in the same distraught state as twice before in her life, when she had thought Michael had died. Yet here he was, fully alive but not capable of responding to her. It was like he had died. She clung to him as usual, completely regretful of her actions. She had given him so many cards and balloons the hospital staff had to force her to stop bringing them in. And for once, she was slightly happy being able to spend time with Michael, not thinking of the time when he would open his eyes and see her, his reaction assumed to be hostile.

It was a quiet Saturday morning and Lucy arrived at her normal time after the majority of Michael’s other visitors had left. She pulled the same chair up to the side of Michael’s bed and solemnly greeted him. His only response was the blank expression on his face.

“Morning, Mike.” Lucy said quietly, grabbing his hand as usual.

For a second, she thought she saw his eyes move around under his eyelids, but quickly dismissed the phenomenon.

“I don’t really know what to talk about today, but… Well, I hope you get better soon.” She said nervously.

Mike, as usual, did not respond.

“I feel terrible about what I did to you.” Lucy began, lowering her head. “I wish I could just keep apologizing to you, y’know?”

She closed her eyes and sighed, not hearing the heart rate monitor steadily grow stronger. She bit her lip and continued to talk.

“I haven’t been back to school yet, they’ve been sending my work back… Daisy brings it, but my parents get it for me. I don’t think I could face them again…”
Michael’s eyelids fluttered quietly as he tightened his grip around her hand. She noticed the pressure and stared at his face in astonishment.

“L—Lucy?” He asked, his voice low and his breath weak.

She stared at him for a few moments as his eyelids opened fully and he turned his head to gaze at her. She quickly leaned over to hug him tightly, taking care not to hurt him.

“Oh, Mike!” She sobbed hard into his gown. “I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you! I…”

Michael’s breaths were low and shallow but he strained to talk. “I heard you, Lucy. I heard you in my mind. If I had known…” He gasped for air. She continued to hug him and sob.

“Don’t strain yourself, Mike! Oh, it’s all my fault.”

Michael took a deep breath and tried to speak again. “It is I who should be apologizing. I didn’t know you hurt so much. I reacted like a jerk to spite you.” He paused to draw another breath. “I, too, am sorry.”

He raised his other hand to pat her back as she continued to sob into his gown. She continued to sob for a few moments before rising from her place on his shoulder and gently lowered her head. Mike smiled weakly at her.

“Feel better now?” He asked. She grinned sheepishly and nodded.

There was a tense silence as Lucy and Mike blushed. “How long was I out?” He asked, trying to break the silence.

“Three weeks now. I’ve been here every day…”

Mike shifted his weight to sit up a little. “Every day?”

Lucy averted her gaze and blushed, nodding gently. Michael smiled. “I don’t hate you, Lucy. I never knew you were so distraught.”

She didn’t react until Michael let out a low groan of pain and sank back into the bed. Lucy scrambled over him in a hurry and moved in closer to his face to inspect his bandage.

“What’s wrong, Mike?” She asked, staring at the white gauze. He moaned again.

“I’ve got such a pressure on my skull.”

Lucy hurriedly asked if there was anything she could do, to which Michael replied as long as she was there with him, he’d feel better. The two blushed and Lucy giggled before turning to stare into Michael’s eyes. The redness on their cheeks darkened as Lucy leaned forward, her nose brushing against Michaels’, feeling his warm and shallow breath on her face. As their lips nearly met, the door to the hospital room swung open and an angelic figure stepped into the room, grasping a brightly colored package and purse.

It was Sandy.

Oh my gooooooooood.

Ooh, suspense. A nice turn of events there. ^_^

wow… susan, you got skillz.

I always thought Sandy was like uptight and professional when she would get upset, forcing herself to keep control over her bottled emotions.

Don’t eat meeeeeee I don’t know what I’ve doneeee
—-
There was a loud shattering sound as the brightly-wrapped present smashed into the floor of the hospital room, the small token of affection inside having been crushed like Sandy’s heart. She stood petrified, watching the figures of Lucy and Michael. She immediately resumed her professional stature and cleared her throat.

“Well, imagine my surprise when I pay for an expensive plane ticket from Rickter to fly and see my poor boyfriend who was hospitalized, only to find him in the arms of one of the neighborhood trollops.”

Lucy rose from the bed and pointed her finger at Sandy. “Trollop, eh?”

Sandy’s gaze was cold and her frame remained tense regardless of all, the constant reminders of her mother running through her head.

“Yes, a trollop. However, a mentally defect person would be a better term for you.” She folded her hands behind her back and kept her upright position.
Lucy approached Sandy and waved her finger in her face. “Look girly, I don’t know who you think you are—“ She began, but the gently manicured hand of Sandy rose to signal her to stop talking.

“Fighting is not polite nor is it professional.” She said snidely. “Unlike you, I am not a barbaric woman.”

Lucy seethed and opened her mouth to speak but Sandy once again silenced her. “Enough.” She said.

Michael’s voice interrupted the two women. “Look, Sandy—“ He started, but her gaze turned on him, an anger burning upon the agony of one thousand angels.
“Do not interrupt me when I am speaking, Michael.” She said in a scolding tone, her flaming eyes burrowing into his soul. He shrunk back into his bed as Lucy again caught Sandy’s attention.

“Where do you get off coming in here like you’re better than everyone else?”

Sandy sighed and shook her head, straightening her lapel. “I am better than you. I am polite and professional, the epitome of a proper woman.” She grinned widely. “However, I must say it amuses me that you’re under the guise that Michael would love you at all.”

Michael rose his finger to interrupt but a quick glare from Sandy stopped him. Lucy laughed and shook her head.

“Ok, Miss Priss, tell me why he wouldn’t?”

Sandy shrugged and shook her head. “You hit him over the head with a baseball bat. You abuse him. How could you expect him to love you?”

Lucy seemed taken aback by this statement. “I… I’ve changed…”

Sandy laughed heartily at Lucy’s reaction. “I somehow doubt the accuracy of that avowal.”

Lucy snarled and poked Sandy in the chest. “How’d you like me to knock your head out of the ballpark?”

“Lucy, please, don’t be like this!” Michael shouted. The two girls ignored him and his climbing heart rate as the monitor continued to rise in speed and sound.
Sandy bit her lip and was lost in her own thoughts. ‘Polite and professional.’ She constantly reminded herself of her mother’s harassment to make sure she was always acting properly. ‘Polite and professional.’

Her thoughts were interrupted as Lucy laughed. “For a model, you try really hard not to be an airhead.”

She turned her back to Sandy. In the dark depths of Sandy’s mind, something snapped. All that training, all that prodding, all that harassment to constantly be intelligent, proper, polite. It disappeared in an instant. Lucy motioned to walk back over to Michael’s bedside, but Sandy gripped her shoulder hard.

“You bitch.” She spat, sending a blow across Lucy’s face. Michael shouted something as his heart rate continued to climb. Sandy had turned into a ravenous animal, nearly foaming at the mouth. Lucy lay shocked on the cold floor of the hospital, clutching her face.

“Let’s go, tough girl!” Sandy shouted, advancing on Lucy. Michael again shouted as the small white feline sprung to her feet and backed away from Sandy.

“Look, calm down.” Lucy said, backing up against the wall as Sandy continued to advance on her. Sandy grinned devilishly and laughed.

“I’ve been the little girl for far too long. I am sick and tired of being the adult, the proper person. You will not take my man from me.”

“Sandy, stop!” Michael shouted, his heart monitor beeping like crazy. “This isn’t you, I don’t like this part of you!”

Sandy laughed as her claws exposed themselves. “You’d better get used to it Michael. This is your future. This is what you wanted!”

Lucy ducked under Sandy’s skirt and skidded across the linoleum flooring. The crazed feline charged after her. She once again dodged Sandy’s blow, this time leaning against the foot of Michael’s bed. The heart rate monitor sounded like it was having a heart attack. Sandy searched around and grasped a large porcelain memento someone had left Michael. She weighed it in her hands and grinned.

“Hit this out of the ballpark, all-star.” She said, chucking it at Lucy.

Lucy dodged, but there was a sickening crack as it plowed into the forehead of Michael, sending him reeling back into the hospital bed. The room was deathly quiet as the heart rate monitor nearly exploded before it started to slow. Sandy’s normal behavior regained control as she raised a hand to her mouth.

The monitor flatlined.

Lucy fell to her knees as Sandy started to sob, the shouts of the hospital crew from the hallway the only things breaking the hushed silence in the room.

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I always assumed Sandy was prim and proper, constantly being forced by her mother to mask her emotions under a veil of politeness.

I also thought her mother probably put her in pageants when she was younger and she speaks with an estuary accent.

Impressive.

Well, it’s… different. No, I do not mean that in a bad way. I found it believable; in fact you almost make me dislike the poor girl. ^_^

As always the descriptions are top notch but as I honestly cannot see Sandy ever doing this, not to mention that if they got into a fight it would most likely only take Lucy a few seconds to beat her. I’m still not sure entirely what to think of this story, but you can be sure you will have my verdict at the end.

Abusive Sandy is the best Sandy.

I really like it, I just…dont see her doing that. But that’s why it’s called fanfiction! Keep on it!

Oh dear god, a lot of people have anger issues.
I think the population has to be neutered.
All those horomones are not healthy in an animal society. :3

Well now… that was an unexpected twist of events wasen’t it?
By the way marks, props on the enlongated curse word long enough to light the sky itself ablaze.

Ablaze with the agony of one thousand angels.

Oh yes i forgot that part, Thank you Susan

That actually made me giggle to tell you the truth, but my I like this Sandy! But AHHHH MIKIEEEE! That poor boy just can’t catch a break, he has to psychotic girls fighting over him and both have now killed him. Why to go girls.

Huh… That was… Unexpected. To say the least!

Man. And I thought I turned Sandy into a bitch. This is really quite the deliciously fucked up series of events.

While I don’t think Sandy is quite the cold calculating character portrayed here, it’s certainly an interesting take on the character. Though, to be honest, I’m not sure if ANYONE would respond with ‘Too Bad!’ when their lover screams ‘I don’t like this you!’. But hey, maybe that’s just me.

Definately an improvement over the last story. Keep writing!

I think Sandy kinda snapped there so she probably wasn’t mentally stable when she said that.

Her brain did *crack* and she got mad.

what have I done fadhgsaghfdsgjsg

—-
Sandy muttered to herself as she walked home, grasping her purse tightly. Michael had been successfully resuscitated but Sandy and Lucy had been kicked out of the hospital. She chuckled to herself hysterically as she walked to her residence in Roseville, her mother the only one who had flown back with her. She opened the heavy mahogany front door with ease and stepped into the foyer, the inviting spiral staircase enticing her to climb it.

“Sandy, is that you love?” Her mother called from the parlour. Sandy smiled.

“Yes, mother.”

“Good, make sure you go to bed early tonight. We’re leaving for Rickter again tomorrow.”

“Yes, mother.”

“Also, make sure to pack your special dress.”

“Yes, mother.”

She grinned insanely to herself and climbed the stairs, hearing them creak under her weight. She continued to mumble as she reached the second floor landing, seeing the door to her father’s trophy room cracked. A thought crossed her head and without hesitation her mentally unstable brain decided upon it. She slowly opened the door and stepped into the trophy room.

The walls were covered with a dark walnut paneling and the floor was a dark beige carpet. Heads of many killed game lie scattered on the walls, and a large hunting rifle lay on the wall above a huge brick fireplace. She chuckled and passed an armoire filled with ammunition. She walked over to her father’s desk and slid open the drawer, revealing a small caliber revolver in its confines. Her hand barely trembled as she gripped the handle of the weapon, running her eyes over the shiny frame.

“I waited so long for you, Michael.” Sandy said hysterically, twisting the weapon in her hands.

She spun the cylinder and it slid out from the weapon. She stared down at the empty chambers and grinned widely.

“Let’s see if you love me, Maishul.”

She approached the armoire, leaving the open revolver on the desk. She pulled the handle, but it refused to open. She sighed and shook her head, reaching into her hair and pulling out a hairpin. She twisted the edge and carefully slid it into the lock. Within a few moments, a satisfying click heralded its unlocking and she opened it. Her eyes scanned the boxes of ammunition until she found the .22 rounds. She eagerly grabbed the brightly colored box and carried it over to the desk, taking a seat in her father’s large leather chair. She grinned insanely as she pulled six rounds from the box and sat them gently on the table, next taking the revolver in her lap and picking up the cylinder.

“He loves me.” She said, sliding one bullet into the chamber of the cylinder.

“He loves me not.” She twirled the round in her hand and stared at her reflection in the jacket.

A few rounds later, her insane deed was complete.

“He loves me not.” She said, sliding the sixth and final round into its resting place.

She laughed hysterically and slid the cylinder back into it’s housing. She felt the weight of the firearm in her hands and poised it to fire, checking the sight carefully.
“I guess you don’t love me, Maishul. What a shame.”

She stared at the shining frame of the revolver a final time before she rose from the desk and slid it into her purse. She carried the box of .22s back over to the armoire and placed them lovingly back in their position, closing the door behind them. She lifted her purse and straightened her lapel.

“Oh, everybody loves Sandy. She’s just so precious! She wouldn’t hurt a fly, the couth young girl.”

She laughed and exited her father’s study before climbing down the stairs back into the foyer.

“Sandy wouldn’t hurt a fly! We’ll see.”

She stopped in the middle of the foyer and called out.

“Mother, I am going out again to visit Maishul. You needn’t wait up for me.”

“Ok, Sandy-dear. Remember, professional and polite!”

Sandy grinned to herself and felt the grip of the revolver poke her armpit as she slid the purse under her arm.

“Don’t forget efficient, swift, and clean, mother.”

HAX

Here is my alternate ending (it’s not related to Susan’s awesome story). It was inspired by Emperor Bacon and probably isn’t worth reading.

Lucy frantically searched her mind for a solution. Suddenly she had an idea. She ran home and booted up her laptop. She moved her cursor to the Search Bar and speedily typed in “mike is dying oh my gosh what do I do?” and hit the “ENTER” key. She clicked on the first result without checking to see what it was. She found herself on a forum topic. The title read “A little Idea… for some one else to write.”. She began to read and saw that Mike had been on his way to play the great American game of baseball with Paulo. She slammed the lid of the laptop shut and flew out the door.

When Lucy finally managed to find Mike’s dying body, she gasped. “Mike you freak!” she yelled. “You’re bleeding all over the sidewalk! Someone is going to have to clean that up!” Mike did not answer. This is probably because he was bleeding from a severe head injury all over the ground. Lucy grabbed his arms and began to drag him down the sidewalk.

Paulo saw the two figures approaching on the horizon. Rather, one was dragging a corpse on the edge of the baseball field. “Yo knucklehead!” he called out. Lucy sped up her pace. As the rough ground ripped more of Mike’s flesh and muscle frome his frame he became slightly easier to drag, which was a relief for Lucy. When they reached Paulo, he saw the seriousness of the situation: if Mike wasn’t saved, his blood would stain the field, and someone would have to clean that up. “Aw geez!” he exclaimed, and whipped out a wireless headset from a nonexistent pocket. The headset was connected to his dad’s phone. His dad was attending an important Builders League United conference, but drastic times call for drastic phone calls. His dad picked up the phone. “Here’s somethin’ ya shoulda built… a Not-Dying-Machine!” Paulo blasted through the speakers, and then he hung up the call before his dad could say, “Nope.”

Paulo returned his attention to the situation that required him returning his attention to.
“We should probably get a doctor or something,” said Lucy.
“I HATE DOCTORS,” shrieked Paulo, but he considered it anyway. He was kind of angry at Mike for bleeding on the grass instead of playing the great American game of baseball, so he decided on an appropriate course of action. They used a bonesaw to sever Mike’s head and bundled it in his scarf. Paulo picked up his bat and gave Lucy a glove. She pitched Mike’s head in a long arc before it came into solid contact with Paulo’s bat. “I don’t usually kill morons this fast,” he said as they continued to alternate hitting and pitching. Mike’s head made squelching noises when it hit the ground, a result of being knocked around so much. Lucy pitched to Paulo again, and he swung so hard that Mike’s head exploded all over him. “This did not just happen!” he said in disbelief. “Are you seeing this?”
“Whatever,” replied Lucy. “I’m tired.”
“Um, I don’t even know where to start with you,” retorted Paulo as Lucy walked away. He too then turned around and ran home.

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END

Now you see, THIS is why I asked for some one else to do it, Because my writing skillz sux. Great Job Susan.

Also The above post made me lol 420956 times in a row/at once.

Be polite, be efficient, have a plan to kill everyone you meet.

Sandy is actually a super-spy under the guise of a model and she’s part of a government organization so secret the government doesn’t even know about it.

Damn it Shotgun ya beat me to do the reference

i am not sure if i shuld be apriciate Mallow’s story or that i shuld not type what comes a splitt sec in my mind but great story’s all and Sandy is scaring the crap out of me and i that tought i was gone make that Sandy was gone do somthing for Mike and Lucy in my final chapter (cant say what it is cose of the spoiler but i bet that what Sandy would do for Mike) and i am not gone steal readers from this great story so il not put up a link or tell the name of the story

sleep deprivation works wonders
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“Everything checks out, Mike.” The doctor said, placing the small medical tool on a tray of instruments next to Michael’s bed. Lucy grinned sheepishly at him and he returned the smile. The doctor laughed and wheeled the tray over to the door, leaving it against the wall. He walked back into main room and folded his hands behind his back.

“Thanks again for letting me back in, doc.” Lucy said, smiling.

The doctor laughed and shook his head. “Michael nearly beheaded me when I told him we threw you out.”

Lucy and Michael shared a tender smile and the doctor laughed again. “You two are so cute.”

The three laughed and there was a quiet tension as the doctor studied the clipboard at the foot of Michael’s bead.

“Everything is fine Mike, you’ll be OK. Just try not to take anymore blows to the head, eh?”

Mike nodded and Lucy walked over to him, gently rubbing his head with her hand.
“Don’t worry doc, I’ll keep his pretty face intact this time.”

“Oh you two.” The doctor said, chuckling. Everyone laughed quietly and sighed.

“Well, it’s getting pretty late. Visiting hours ended a long time ago and we’re about ready to lock up.”

He motioned to Lucy but she sat down on Michael’s bed. “Please doc, can I stay the night?”

The doctor smiled and turned his gaze to Michael. “Would you mind, Michael?” He asked.

The Korat shook his head. “I’d look forward to it.” He said, shooting Lucy a playful glance.

The doctor laughed. “Alright, but tell no one. We’re about ready to lock up anyway so if you need something buzz the nurse on the first floor. She’s like one of the twenty people here this late.”

The two felines nodded vigorously as the doctor turned to exit the room. “Play nice!” He said.

However, the jovial mood was broken by a sound of massive proportions. Michael and Lucy reeled back in pain, covering their ears as the doctor fell to his knees, thick red blood pouring from his chest. He collapsed and fell over, still bleeding to expose the figure of Sandy holding a smoking revolver.

“Can I join the sleepover?” She asked, turning the weapon on Michael and Lucy.

“You… You killed him!” Lucy shouted, backing away from Sandy. The crazed girl merely laughed.

“That’s nothing compared what I’m going to do to you, trollop.”

She turned the gun away from Lucy and panned it to Michael. “I loved you, Maishul. And you chose this, this… thing over me? Perfect Sandy? I’m perfect in every way.” She laughed insanely, her thumb playing with the hammer of the revolver. “I’m perfect.”

Lucy threw herself over Michael. “I won’t let you shoot him!”

Sandy laughed and pulled back the hammer on her revolver. “So you’ll die together like Romeo and Juliet, the saddest of tragedies. How pitiful.”

As she aimed, a sudden figure burst from the hospital door behind her, completely ruining the dark mood.

“LOOK OUT, IT’S JOHN WILLIS BOOTH WITH A LASER GUN!” David shouted, thrusting himself into the room and pointing at Sandy.

There was a hushed silence before Sandy smacked the dog upside the head with the butt of the revolver, sending him sprawling to the floor.

“Now, where was I—“ She began, turning her gun back on Michael. However, a blow from the side caught her off guard as Lucy tackled her to the floor, wrestling the revolver out of her hands. Michael sat helpless as the two women struggled on the floor.

There were grunts and shouts, but they were silenced as another gunshot shook the small room. Michael’s heart was beating incredibly fast as he watched the scene before him. Sandy rose from the floor, pushing Lucy off of her. Lucy’s fur was stained red and she was clutching her body tightly, crying and in shock from the indescribable pain.

“Lucy!” Michael shouted, trying to get out of bed. He fell to the floor and crawled over to her figure, taking the hurt female into his arms, crying along with her. Sandy laughed and again pulled back the hammer of her revolver.

Lucy stared up into Michael’s eyes as blood from her wound rolled over his light hospital gown.

“I love you, Michael.” She said, half conscious. Michael lowered his head and began to sob.

“I love you too, Lucy.”

The room became eerily quiet as a third and final gunshot echoed throughout the deserted hospital.

I’m not through yet~

But I’ll get the rest out in the morning, if I try now it’s going to be all weird and David-esque.

I’m sorry I dissapoint you Taeshi… I’LL NEVER WRITE AGAIN! ;_;

Man… I keep thinking to myself ‘This isn’t Sandy… This isn’t Sandy…’ But… Why do I love it so much?! ;_;

You’re a really fast writer BTW. I’m really envious!

OH.
MY.
GOD.

This was everything I wanted to write and more!
You have far exceeded the expectations of the coun—-
I mean, errr…
Well done…

^.^`

Well, she did kind of snap, hit him in the face with a porcelain keepsake, nearly kill him, and then proceed to have another undocumented fight with Lucy after.

But it doesn’t matter because in the IRC we decided Sandy is an international super-spy and David is the emperor.