"Great," grunted one of the men who had yet to introduce himself. The fact that he wore a happy face patch on his cut made me wonder for a moment… cause it was clear that man was not pleased. "What the fuck does this mean?"
His face twisted in scorn for a second before looking down at his food.
"You are going to go out into the big bad world," I smiled at him, but I was pretty sure my smile could cut like a knife right now. I might have altered them just enough to let those demon seeds nestled in their hearts to bloom, but they were still too human for my taste right now.
"Start shit, end shit, take a shit, I really don't care," I continued taking another bite of the syrupy goodness on my plate. "You can't die, but you can create a bit of havoc… right?"
I mean, they were bikers, and while I didn't know 100% what that meant, the step stains seemed to have enjoyed a few TV shows about them. They should be good for a murder or two in the least.
