Divergent Parody: Avirgent by Maurice Hill, Michelle Hunt Page A
Authors: Maurice Hill, Michelle Hunt
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to get you and the rest of the crew here something with Joey Two-Tone.”
“What if I win?”
He chuckled. “You're not going to win. The only foregone conclusion for you is losing. You'll lose here, but I guarantee you'll win at life Mika.”
He blew a kiss to me, and the other girls in the room. “Alright guys. I'll be back. I'm going to get ready.”
“Where are you going? The bathroom's are right behind us.”
“Yeah, but I gotta scope that blindspot once more, and check for any guards. I didn't see them today, but they probably come out at night. All the freaks do.”
“Like our friend Limp?”
He snapped his fingers “Exactly like our friend Limp.”
Lisa got up from her seat, the chair scraping. “Anything you want me to do?”
“Nah, you just sit there. Hailey needs to company. She starts sniffing her ass when she's alone...and it's not a pretty sight.”
Hailey smiled bright. “I love sniffing my ass at random times.”
Al slicked his hair back further and cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentleman...Elvis, is leaving the building!” He played air-guitar, and shuffled out of the room, making us laugh.
He stopped just right in the room's entrance, his hand on the doorknob. “Elvis, has left the building.”
“For good.” BANG! It was loud enough to wake Christine. She jumped up and screamed with us, as Al's blood and brains fell to the floor along with him.
Standing over him was TB4 grasping a gun, with Al's blood splattered all over his face. TB4 stared at me straight in the face and said, “Let's go for a ride. Now.”
CHAPTER 7: THE FREAKS COME OUT AT NIGHT
“Get in the car.”
I stood there in the night, the wind brushing my hair in my face, paralyzed.
“I said get in the fucking car now!” He held the gun up to my head and he was no longer the handsome man I swore I fell in love with. He was the psycho douche Al...poor Al warned me about.
TB4 grabbed my elbow, and shoved me into his grotesquely expensive Chevrolet.
“Raaaargh!” He screamed loud and kicked the bottom of my door. I heard a gunshot, and saw him shoot a window out of a room upstairs in the Tricker facility.
He ran to the side of his car, got in, and started driving down the road.
My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, hammer away, and whatever other cliché I could think of. I had only known Christine and the other girls for a day, even Al and they already felt closer to me than my entire family. I hope they're alright.
Poor Al. Hailey was sobbing and damning TB4. Christine and Lisa did the same. I heard Christine say, “Careful tumbleweed,” as TB4 dragged me away.
TB4 sniffed, and swerved the steering wheel vigorously as he passed a red light.
I didn't bother questioning it, I only wondered what was going on.
“Where are you taking me?” I said, my voice low, and filled with fear.
“To your grave bitch.”
I started tearing up. “Why? Why would you-”
“...only if you don't comply,” he said, angrily. “Do what I say, and you won't die. Understand?”
I nodded.
He sighed. “I know what you are. They know what you are, but God forbid if they ever...ha ha!”
He laughed like a psychotic maniac and kicked in his seat. He made the car go faster somehow, and everything was a blur from that point on.
I was sweating in my sweater and desired to tell him to go slower, but something told me he'd go faster, much like our encounter earlier. I said slower, he went faster.
I wouldn't think of this to be any different. That's when I felt my conscious, the one Al referred to as Jiminy Crickett...whoever that was. He was right, I did regret having sex, now I regretted it even more. Which is sad, because I love sex, but with TB4 it was harsh, it was cruel, and I fooled myself into believing he was in it for both of us, when he was only in it for
“What if I win?”
He chuckled. “You're not going to win. The only foregone conclusion for you is losing. You'll lose here, but I guarantee you'll win at life Mika.”
He blew a kiss to me, and the other girls in the room. “Alright guys. I'll be back. I'm going to get ready.”
“Where are you going? The bathroom's are right behind us.”
“Yeah, but I gotta scope that blindspot once more, and check for any guards. I didn't see them today, but they probably come out at night. All the freaks do.”
“Like our friend Limp?”
He snapped his fingers “Exactly like our friend Limp.”
Lisa got up from her seat, the chair scraping. “Anything you want me to do?”
“Nah, you just sit there. Hailey needs to company. She starts sniffing her ass when she's alone...and it's not a pretty sight.”
Hailey smiled bright. “I love sniffing my ass at random times.”
Al slicked his hair back further and cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentleman...Elvis, is leaving the building!” He played air-guitar, and shuffled out of the room, making us laugh.
He stopped just right in the room's entrance, his hand on the doorknob. “Elvis, has left the building.”
“For good.” BANG! It was loud enough to wake Christine. She jumped up and screamed with us, as Al's blood and brains fell to the floor along with him.
Standing over him was TB4 grasping a gun, with Al's blood splattered all over his face. TB4 stared at me straight in the face and said, “Let's go for a ride. Now.”
CHAPTER 7: THE FREAKS COME OUT AT NIGHT
“Get in the car.”
I stood there in the night, the wind brushing my hair in my face, paralyzed.
“I said get in the fucking car now!” He held the gun up to my head and he was no longer the handsome man I swore I fell in love with. He was the psycho douche Al...poor Al warned me about.
TB4 grabbed my elbow, and shoved me into his grotesquely expensive Chevrolet.
“Raaaargh!” He screamed loud and kicked the bottom of my door. I heard a gunshot, and saw him shoot a window out of a room upstairs in the Tricker facility.
He ran to the side of his car, got in, and started driving down the road.
My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, hammer away, and whatever other cliché I could think of. I had only known Christine and the other girls for a day, even Al and they already felt closer to me than my entire family. I hope they're alright.
Poor Al. Hailey was sobbing and damning TB4. Christine and Lisa did the same. I heard Christine say, “Careful tumbleweed,” as TB4 dragged me away.
TB4 sniffed, and swerved the steering wheel vigorously as he passed a red light.
I didn't bother questioning it, I only wondered what was going on.
“Where are you taking me?” I said, my voice low, and filled with fear.
“To your grave bitch.”
I started tearing up. “Why? Why would you-”
“...only if you don't comply,” he said, angrily. “Do what I say, and you won't die. Understand?”
I nodded.
He sighed. “I know what you are. They know what you are, but God forbid if they ever...ha ha!”
He laughed like a psychotic maniac and kicked in his seat. He made the car go faster somehow, and everything was a blur from that point on.
I was sweating in my sweater and desired to tell him to go slower, but something told me he'd go faster, much like our encounter earlier. I said slower, he went faster.
I wouldn't think of this to be any different. That's when I felt my conscious, the one Al referred to as Jiminy Crickett...whoever that was. He was right, I did regret having sex, now I regretted it even more. Which is sad, because I love sex, but with TB4 it was harsh, it was cruel, and I fooled myself into believing he was in it for both of us, when he was only in it for
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