Kill the slag and off with his third leg....

"What the hell, Alison… you are stepping on my face… ah," whispered a green eyed girl at the bottom of a tall wall.

The one named Alison looked down and whispered back, "If you weren't too short we wouldn't be in this position. Boast me up."

The girl whose height had been insulted gritted her teeth trying to calm herself down. "I dare you to say it again and see if I won't drop you… Why the hell did I even agree to do this with you."

'It's because you love me... now push," replied Alison and the green eyed pursed her lips before doing as told. Using all her strength she pushed Alison over the wall and two seconds later a loud thud was heard followed by light whimpers.

"Alison… Alison… fuck," she whispered loudly calling for her friend before climbing up the wall herself. Unlike Alison, she seemed like a veteran at this. She climbed over that wall like a professional free climber and dropped down from the top of the wall landing on the ground on her feet.

Noticing Alison who was lying down on the ground like a flat pancake she bend down to help her up. She patted her cheeks and called out in low voice, "Alison, hey Alison. Wake up."

"Wha, what… oh," murmured Alison as she opened her eyes.

"Where do we go?" she asked and the half-drunk Alison sprung up while clenching her fist like she was ready for war.

"I am going to fuck up that slag man's precious babies. This is war!" she bellowed before breaking into a run and charging into battle.

The accomplice who got talked into breaking the law, "…"

Woof woof woof!

Woof! Woof Woof Woof Woof!

"Shit, Alison… Get back here," she said while running after the blacked haired poodle that had gone off the rails and yes that was referring to Alison, not an actual dog.

The sounds of dogs barking grew closer and closer and from that deep vicious bark, she didn't expect the dogs to be cute corgis or teacup Yorkies. If they weren't Doberman Pinschers or Rottweilers then they were German Shepherds and Alison was heading straight in that direction.

Believe it or not, she seriously considered leaving her behind but she couldn't do that. She wasn't that heartless thus she chased after her.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH! Let go of me… Let go AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" was the gut-wrenching screams coming from Alison. Hearing this her heart collapsed thus she picked up pace and saw two men manhandling Alison while a pack of dogs surrounded them barking and growling with drool dripping down their mouths. The scene was especially chaotic but she didn't hesitate to run straight into the line of fire like a firefighter.

"Quinn help me," begged Alison seeming so pitiful you wouldn't think she was the one who sought her out to do this.

Quinn was about to reach the two men when an arm wrapped around her neck from behind attacking her. Quinn might be the slender curvy type that looks easy to bully but she wasn't one to be messed with. She elbowed the man in his abdomen so hard that his vision blurred from the pain. Quinn grabbed his arm loosely hanging around her neck and slammed the man on the ground hard.

Breathing deeply she rushed over towards Alison but she was suddenly tackled. Caught unprepared she fell on the ground hard like she had been knocked out by a rugby player. She hurriedly sat up and was ready to fight back but the cold muzzle of a gun was pointed at her forehead.

When she looked up she was met by a pair of almond eyes glowering at her with an expression that seemed to say 'try me, I fuckin dare you'. Quinn clenched her jaw staring at that gun coldly. She grew up around all sorts of weapons and at the age of five, her grandfather forced her to kill her pet rabbit and ever since he died she had never been around such things ever again that is until today.

She raised her hands in surrender. When she heard Alison wailing like a paid mourner at a funeral, Quinn called out to her. "Alison, calm down."

"You better calm that bitch down otherwise I will blow your brains. I can't kill her but I can most definitely kill you," said the woman addressing Quinn.

Quinn, "…"

What sort of mess did she get herself into? She was about to coax Alison when she spotted a dark figure standing on the second floor of the villa looking down at them. The shadowy figure was a great distance away but Quinn couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity like she had seen the person before.

The figure remained still like they were also watching her. After a moment of 'you look at me and I look at you' the lights in the property were turned on one by one. Quinn raised her hand protecting her eyes from the blinding lights.

Within the floodlights, she saw that same dark figure walking toward them like a Valkyrie here to guide her soul after death.

The aura was on point but the occasion however was totally wrong. That's because she wasn't dead yet, or maybe she would be soon. Maybe that was the reason why she hallucinated a Valkyrie or better yet the grim reaper.

She soon realised that this was no hallucination nor was it a figment of her imagination after drinking. It was real. That figure was real and so was the trouble they were currently in. The figure became clearer their facial features much more visible but before Quinn could see that face clearly, Alison broke free and called out sweetly,

"Leif! Leif darling, I missed you."

Quinn, 'Um, what happened to kill the slag and off with his third leg? Wait Leif… why does that sound so... crap!'

That name was as rare as a black rose and when anyone in and outside her circle heard that name they would either shiver in fright or squill while internally calling him daddy.