Damned Angels and resurrected loosers

A strange Charmer

“ What do you see? Speak out.” She sighed, her eyes peering at the extensive width of his shoulders.

“ Petra! It’s her! He stuttered, subconsciously trotting backwards, owing to the fright in his heart.

“ How weak; if your Yang can’t even afford the presence of a ghost, how on earth do you ever hope to leave the border-realm alive? “ She sighed with a disappointed smile and floated towards him; her legs wrapped in a red socks.

“ I saw her face, it was her…” He gasped and suddenly grabbed he left portion of his hairless-chest. His legs went stiff and caused him to fall to the ground. As he vibrated vigorously on the Floor; She walked to his side and squatted.

“ Your energy level is depleted, you will die if it falls any short of this.” She chuckled merrily and reached for his d**k, fondling it with less ado, while her gaze was stuck on his sweaty face.

“ When I can seduce you to give me the f**k of a lifetime, I can’t force you to f**k me. No; that’s against the etiquettes of a medium.” “ Dumb human, you shall die. This time for good.” She slurred, waved her head and let go of his d**k before beginning to fade with the darkness.

“ Save me” He wailed out, his frightfulness increasing with the withering of her presence.

“ Save yourself, say the words.” She chimed, as her silhouette blended into oblivion.

“ I’m a …monk.” He wailed, as he felt his heart harden from the freezing cold.

“ Then forget about Petra and die.” She giggled.

“ f**k me! please!” He wailed, still clutching to his chest and with his back concaved against the floor from pain.

“ Better!” She rung out and descended to the floor. Hurriedly; she walked to his side, bent seductively, flung her hair backwards and held his Freezing d**k with both palms.

“ Uhhh…” He gasped ln relief, feeling the warmth in her touch run down his spine.

“ You like that huh, now shut your eyes and tell me what you remember.” She Honeyed, her smile widened as she felt his d**k harden.

“ Uhhh.. Yes….” He moaned from the goodness of her soft palm. Subservient to her grace, he felt a relief so intense that it subconsciously caused him to close his eyes before sliding into a state of trance.

“ Ah..ahn so big.” She moaned as she straddled his d**k in her hands, gazing at it as will a mother to her newly birthed infant.

[ The city of Brooklyn.

It was the year 2050 in the city of Guttenberg. In the skies; the only things in motion were the winds and black ravens. They moved in a succinct symphony that resonated the presences of death and ruins; the two elements that ransacked the once beautiful city of happy humans and graceful buildings. Hollow skulls of humans, nested by rodents were found in every feet of walk. The surviving skyscraper was slanted from the tremors of missiles. Peace in all it’s glory was in absentia as scavengers who seldom passed-through could feel the unsettling aura of c*****e in every breath they drew. The decay of law and order had led to the exodus of the rich and affluent, leaving behind the poor and ratchet. As nothing good was birthed from poverty; the town fell into discord with the last of it’s resources used to finance the weaponry of war. So tense a c*****e it caused the sun to scowl, denying the city it’s light for most months of a year.

But Just some miles to the west of Guttenberg is the town of Brooklyn. A total contrast to most cities around it. In it’s skies were tropical birds and adventurous bumblebees that glided across the skyscrapers. Below these towers are people of different races that commuted in vehicles of the finest types. It was so for all except the refugees who had fled the neighboring cities to fend in Brooklyn. At first, the fear that they may serve as vectors of diseases and other delinquents of poverty had caused the wealthy to oppose their coming, but after weighing in on the actualities of cheaper labor, they allowed them to flock in, misbalancing the wage scale. There was little or no vacancy and for every available opening, there were scores of applicants who were willing to grab the job for the least-possible payment.

Among the refugees who had fled the war-ravaged cities was Ming-Yichen who had travelled down with his for Forty- three years old grandmother from Chinatown. She was the only Family member he knew thus, for many reasons in his heart, he had always carried her around even though she was bound to a wheelchair. He was among the lucky refugees to earn a job even though the wage was too meagre to support them both. All he earned was used to feed and pay for the rent of the nylon tenth located in the outskirt of Brooklyn. The small tenth had a basin inside which served as a bath. The absence of rugs meant the grasses where visible. It was like living in fenced football field. An old small mattress that could hardly contain a single person was laid in the side of tenth. For Ming, His life was tiring and tasteless: working as window cleaner was risky and he had to clean the scalding surfaces of the sunbaked-panes. Far from the need to fend for himself and his granny, It was the incandescent smile of the young lady on the seventh floor of the opposite tower; that motivated him to resume at work each morning. As tedious as his work was, the absence of jobs would have made him bath in burning coal as long as it provided him with a morsel and a roof.

Each time he approached the 7th floor, his heart would bask in euphoria as it anticipated the presence of the pretty stranger who stood behind the translucent panes . She was tall, slim, and had a curly brown hair that meandered over her narrow nose and red small lips. Her face was never without a smile. Even in the absence of clarity, Ming-Yichen could outline her hourglass figure. As the weeks went by, the bonds of inaudible friendship became stronger and Ming decided it was time he met the strange charmer in person.