The terrifying case of the lost father

The Walk Home

I looked over at the annoying crazy girl next to me, sipping her favorite milk boba tea. She's covered in blood from our latest target. I smirk, relishing the memories of his screams. I can still feel the warmth of his blood running under my hands. My partner in crime, Squiggle, catches me staring at her. "Like what you see, you cracker?" I glare at her, before saying, "You're a fine one to talk. You almost got us caught, ya power button. Your dad left you when you were seven." I yelp as she blows fire to burn my hand a bit, spilling some of her tea. She glared at me. "You asshole, Make me spill my tea." She slurps her tea protectively, all the while shooting skeptical glances my way. I nurse my burnt hand, before kicking her in the back of the knee, making her fall and spill all of her tea on the concrete. It takes her a second to realize what has happened, and she turns into a mosquito, biting me. I swat at her, finally connecting a slap, and she goes flying, before shifting back into herself and landing on her bum. "WHAT THE f**k IS WRONG WITH YOU?!," I yell, feeling fury boil up. " I don't want some disease from YOUR KIND!!" They stare at me in disgust, while I'm walking away, and then I soon end up on the ground from a head kick from her.