"Well it's been quite fun I might add.. What say toi Private?" The Kid chuckled to himself.
Kowalski sat in the other room in complete anxiety, concerned for his friend in the cell suivant to his, divided only par a concrete wall.
"Ah, not talking I see, well that's fine, but, we're both kids aren't we?" asked The Kid happily.
"I won't dare talk to someone who hurts my friend!" Private shouted defiantly.
"Aww.. Well, heh, toi just did silly," The Kid chuckled with sympathy.
"What do toi want from Hannah anyhow?" asked Private.
"Why it's simple, I want to play with her!" The Kid shouted with joy.
Kowalski gagged, thinking the worst.
"What do toi mean?" Private asked nervously.
"I don't mean like THAT!" The Kid shouted with disgust, Kowalski heard a slap, and a small thud, "I just want her to be a part of my pool party, heheh... If toi can read between the lines, you'll get it!"
"Read between the lines..?" Private asked.
"Just sit here and think about it silly, I'll come back after I've talked to Kowalski for a few," The Kid replied, making Kowalski freeze in place, expecting plus pain.
He heard two knocks on his cell door, making him break into a cold sweat.
"Knock knock, who's there? I AM~!" The Kid kicked the cell door open, shutting it tightly behind him and immediately stopping at Kowalski's huddled up body.
Kowalski clenched his jaw, expecting torture immediately, feeling a gentle touch to his surprise.
"Hey, I don't want to hurt toi yet, it won't be as fun~" The Kid replied promisingly.
"Yet may mean you'll stab my flipper in two minutes ou less," Kowalski replied with a terrified demeanor.
"Nooo~ Yet means not until we've had some time to chat!" The Kid chuckled a bit, laying down par Kowalski.
"Oh, let me guess, toi want to "have fun" with me, toi absolutely disgust me.." Kowalski turned away.
The Kid then paused, gently tapping Kowalski's shoulder for his attention.
With a small roll, Kowalski turned to look at The Kid, seeing him hold his switchblade, unclip his holster, and throw both of them to the corner.
"Now do toi believe me?" asked The Kid.
Kowalski eyed the switchblade, slowly inching towards it and reaching slowly.
The Kid pretended not to notice this, smiling as if he were unaware of Kowalski's plot.
"I bet toi don't, heheh... toi probably think I'm just going to strangle toi instead, ou mate with toi on this cold hard floor, but I assure you, I won't do either," The Kid smiled optimistically, glancing quickly at Kowalski's retrieval of the switchblade.
"Ah, well we all never expect certain things, heh, like toi about to kill someone, ou an explosion in one of my experiments, so I can never tell," Kowalski replied sarcastically.
"I see, toi probably want to strangle me so badly right now, but toi won't, why?" The Kid noticed Kowalski pull the switchblade closer to his own side.
"I won't strangle toi right now because I know you'll overpower me when toi fight to stay alive," Kowalski answered bitterly, bringing the blade behind his back.
"Of course I'll fight to stay alive, I haven't reached my goal yet~" The Kid softly purred with a fake naiveté.
"You'll get that coming real soon actually," Kowalski drew the switchblade and prepared to balançoire, swing his flipper into The Kid.
"What do toi mean?" The Kid asked with fake curiosity.
Kowalski then swung his flipper, aiming the blade into The Kid's belly, getting stopped short of four inches par a defiant flipper and a determined mobster.
"I knew it.. toi don't wanna listen to me, what a shame.." The Kid sighed with a half smile, rapidly punching Kowalski in the face and retrieving his switchblade, retracting the tip to its sheath and putting the blade into his pocket.
Kowalski recovered from the blow as quick as his mind could, watching intently.
"I'm quite disappointed.. toi just, wanna kill me.. Everyone does. I can see why they'd want to. There's no denying that at all~" The Kid then grabbed a rope from his vest, tying one end on a metal hook at the cell's ceiling, and the other end into a small loop.
"Ah, you're gonna hang me, that's a shame, I could've been such a wonderful asset~" Kowalski mused enticingly.
The Kid paused, getting in Kowalski's face, then smiled smugly.
"Oh, I wasn't going to hang toi par the neck silly, that isn't fun at all!" The Kid grabbed Kowalski's ankle, pulling it onto the loop and tightening it, retrieving his switchblade again.
"Oh, you'll flay me alive?" Kowalski asked, unamused.
"Why yessiree~!" The Kid giggled.
Kowalski then felt the cold metallic blade stroke his belly once again, then his foot, then his chest, The Kid tracing his new victim's incisions.
"Ah, the U-shaped cut, can't be one of my kills without the U-shaped cut~" The Kid softly spoke to himself.
"You don't even want plans for a- No, toi won't care, heheh," Kowalski chuckled.
"A what~?" The Kid smiled with inquiry.
"Your blood pool," Kowalski chuckled deviously.
The Kid gasped, throwing his couteau down.
"You can give me plans for it?! TELL MEEEE~" The Kid's expression brightened up, he shook Kowalski violently.
"Well if toi give me a pen and some paper, I'll write it out," Kowalski answered.
"Fine, here toi go," The Kid reached into his pockets and pulled out a sheet of printing paper, and a black pen, handing it to Kowalski, and letting the rope down so that he could draw with concentration.
"If I may have a flat surface to draw this on? This floor is pretty rough on paper, heh," Kowalski unfolded the sheet.
"Would my back do fine?" The Kid turned around, his black manteau and firm back being a near perfect drawing board in the eyes of Kowalski.
Kowalski narrowed his eyes determinedly, smiling small.
"Perfect," Kowalski whispered.
"P-Please be gentle on my back~" The Kid begged shyly.
"Certainly!" Kowalski promised reassuringly, placing the paper on The Kid's back, then began to draw with acute calculation.
"Haha! That feels so strange~" The Kid tried to stop himself from jumping at being tickled par a gentle poke in the back par a pen so that he could let Kowalski think. Little did he know, Kowalski was slowly sliding the paper down to his side, drawing over that and slowly retracted the pencil.
"Just hold still a moment, I'm almost done!" Kowalski fakely finished a nonsensical scribble on the paper, retracting the pen.
"Perfect! Once we get the blood pool done, we'll- AAAAH!!" The Kid screamed loudly, feeling something impale his side, he fell on his back, curling up to pull out a black pen, and glancing at Kowalski running from him and locking the door.
"You aren't going to get anything out of me toi psychopath!" screamed Kowalski, running faster than ever, not even thinking of turning back.
The Kid whimpered softly, holding his injury and throwing the pen hatefully.
"N-No fair... No FAIR~!!" The Kid yelled with complete hatred.
Kowalski sat in the other room in complete anxiety, concerned for his friend in the cell suivant to his, divided only par a concrete wall.
"Ah, not talking I see, well that's fine, but, we're both kids aren't we?" asked The Kid happily.
"I won't dare talk to someone who hurts my friend!" Private shouted defiantly.
"Aww.. Well, heh, toi just did silly," The Kid chuckled with sympathy.
"What do toi want from Hannah anyhow?" asked Private.
"Why it's simple, I want to play with her!" The Kid shouted with joy.
Kowalski gagged, thinking the worst.
"What do toi mean?" Private asked nervously.
"I don't mean like THAT!" The Kid shouted with disgust, Kowalski heard a slap, and a small thud, "I just want her to be a part of my pool party, heheh... If toi can read between the lines, you'll get it!"
"Read between the lines..?" Private asked.
"Just sit here and think about it silly, I'll come back after I've talked to Kowalski for a few," The Kid replied, making Kowalski freeze in place, expecting plus pain.
He heard two knocks on his cell door, making him break into a cold sweat.
"Knock knock, who's there? I AM~!" The Kid kicked the cell door open, shutting it tightly behind him and immediately stopping at Kowalski's huddled up body.
Kowalski clenched his jaw, expecting torture immediately, feeling a gentle touch to his surprise.
"Hey, I don't want to hurt toi yet, it won't be as fun~" The Kid replied promisingly.
"Yet may mean you'll stab my flipper in two minutes ou less," Kowalski replied with a terrified demeanor.
"Nooo~ Yet means not until we've had some time to chat!" The Kid chuckled a bit, laying down par Kowalski.
"Oh, let me guess, toi want to "have fun" with me, toi absolutely disgust me.." Kowalski turned away.
The Kid then paused, gently tapping Kowalski's shoulder for his attention.
With a small roll, Kowalski turned to look at The Kid, seeing him hold his switchblade, unclip his holster, and throw both of them to the corner.
"Now do toi believe me?" asked The Kid.
Kowalski eyed the switchblade, slowly inching towards it and reaching slowly.
The Kid pretended not to notice this, smiling as if he were unaware of Kowalski's plot.
"I bet toi don't, heheh... toi probably think I'm just going to strangle toi instead, ou mate with toi on this cold hard floor, but I assure you, I won't do either," The Kid smiled optimistically, glancing quickly at Kowalski's retrieval of the switchblade.
"Ah, well we all never expect certain things, heh, like toi about to kill someone, ou an explosion in one of my experiments, so I can never tell," Kowalski replied sarcastically.
"I see, toi probably want to strangle me so badly right now, but toi won't, why?" The Kid noticed Kowalski pull the switchblade closer to his own side.
"I won't strangle toi right now because I know you'll overpower me when toi fight to stay alive," Kowalski answered bitterly, bringing the blade behind his back.
"Of course I'll fight to stay alive, I haven't reached my goal yet~" The Kid softly purred with a fake naiveté.
"You'll get that coming real soon actually," Kowalski drew the switchblade and prepared to balançoire, swing his flipper into The Kid.
"What do toi mean?" The Kid asked with fake curiosity.
Kowalski then swung his flipper, aiming the blade into The Kid's belly, getting stopped short of four inches par a defiant flipper and a determined mobster.
"I knew it.. toi don't wanna listen to me, what a shame.." The Kid sighed with a half smile, rapidly punching Kowalski in the face and retrieving his switchblade, retracting the tip to its sheath and putting the blade into his pocket.
Kowalski recovered from the blow as quick as his mind could, watching intently.
"I'm quite disappointed.. toi just, wanna kill me.. Everyone does. I can see why they'd want to. There's no denying that at all~" The Kid then grabbed a rope from his vest, tying one end on a metal hook at the cell's ceiling, and the other end into a small loop.
"Ah, you're gonna hang me, that's a shame, I could've been such a wonderful asset~" Kowalski mused enticingly.
The Kid paused, getting in Kowalski's face, then smiled smugly.
"Oh, I wasn't going to hang toi par the neck silly, that isn't fun at all!" The Kid grabbed Kowalski's ankle, pulling it onto the loop and tightening it, retrieving his switchblade again.
"Oh, you'll flay me alive?" Kowalski asked, unamused.
"Why yessiree~!" The Kid giggled.
Kowalski then felt the cold metallic blade stroke his belly once again, then his foot, then his chest, The Kid tracing his new victim's incisions.
"Ah, the U-shaped cut, can't be one of my kills without the U-shaped cut~" The Kid softly spoke to himself.
"You don't even want plans for a- No, toi won't care, heheh," Kowalski chuckled.
"A what~?" The Kid smiled with inquiry.
"Your blood pool," Kowalski chuckled deviously.
The Kid gasped, throwing his couteau down.
"You can give me plans for it?! TELL MEEEE~" The Kid's expression brightened up, he shook Kowalski violently.
"Well if toi give me a pen and some paper, I'll write it out," Kowalski answered.
"Fine, here toi go," The Kid reached into his pockets and pulled out a sheet of printing paper, and a black pen, handing it to Kowalski, and letting the rope down so that he could draw with concentration.
"If I may have a flat surface to draw this on? This floor is pretty rough on paper, heh," Kowalski unfolded the sheet.
"Would my back do fine?" The Kid turned around, his black manteau and firm back being a near perfect drawing board in the eyes of Kowalski.
Kowalski narrowed his eyes determinedly, smiling small.
"Perfect," Kowalski whispered.
"P-Please be gentle on my back~" The Kid begged shyly.
"Certainly!" Kowalski promised reassuringly, placing the paper on The Kid's back, then began to draw with acute calculation.
"Haha! That feels so strange~" The Kid tried to stop himself from jumping at being tickled par a gentle poke in the back par a pen so that he could let Kowalski think. Little did he know, Kowalski was slowly sliding the paper down to his side, drawing over that and slowly retracted the pencil.
"Just hold still a moment, I'm almost done!" Kowalski fakely finished a nonsensical scribble on the paper, retracting the pen.
"Perfect! Once we get the blood pool done, we'll- AAAAH!!" The Kid screamed loudly, feeling something impale his side, he fell on his back, curling up to pull out a black pen, and glancing at Kowalski running from him and locking the door.
"You aren't going to get anything out of me toi psychopath!" screamed Kowalski, running faster than ever, not even thinking of turning back.
The Kid whimpered softly, holding his injury and throwing the pen hatefully.
"N-No fair... No FAIR~!!" The Kid yelled with complete hatred.