Inside a grand room, a woman sits up stretching. By her left: a large window. She looks through it and observes a thriving civilization.
|Enstone City, Gabbie Nation]
"My name is Plushie Pushie. 26 Years of age. And despite how weird the name is, I am the Head of the Pushie House. So you know the deal...obey me or face it! However they say that shit." She narrates in her heart as she blinks, gets off the bed to her right, showers, eats and walks on a street.
In the shadows, assassins standby.
"I never asked you." She says telephatically as the approaches the edge of a building and cuts to her right.
"But my Lady?" A man replies.
"Buzz off." - Plushie.
"Fuck you-" He says. Regains himself with a jolt sound and apologizes...
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Strike one." - Plushie.
He makes another jolt sound.
"Should I get a slave? Boring." - Plushie (within')
She stops before the edge of a pedestrian road while asking in her heart again...
"Get a boyfriend?"
She expresses disgust and finishes...
"A man in the great millennium? Crazy."
She marches her right foot on the road and flashes forth to the next pedestrian road.
Vehicles passes while she moves on.
She goes on for a little bit, past a long building into the next and gets crushed into the ground.
Dust erupts and the man responsible backflips out and lands a tard 'fore it.
The dust starts to die as she rises.
The man charges and the ground underneath cracks.
"Now, now, wait." Plushie says with the push of her hands and the dust vanishes.
Sweat drips down the man's face.
"You're stronger than I was told. Giving Spirit. This shouldn't be but still!" He says and bends his left knee forward.
"Hey, chill." Plushie says and removes her hoodie with her left hand while taking down the right.
An invisible shield comes off her face and it becomes clear.
The man's eyes open wide and he goes on his knees. Hands to the ground. Head in-between.
"Pushie-sama. I didn't know it was you. Don't crucify me."
She blinks and says with a face of disgust...
"Get up. I'm getting the ick."
He gets up and looks her in the eye.
She sharpens her sight.
"Have I sinned?" He asks.
"Nay. You're Human. Super strong at that." - Plushie.
He blushes and says while looking down to his right, scratching the back of his head with his left hand...
"Now, now, Pushie-sama, you don't have to hit on me."
"Bold at that! I like you! Follow me." She declares with a grin and orders right before moving forward.
He looks to her in awe and watches as she passes his right.
She moves forward a bit and looks to him from her left. Then asks...
"Aren't you coming!"
Then moves on.
He jolts a little and runs after her, saying...
"I'm coming!"
He reaches her right side and takes a hold of her hand.
"Can I?" He asks.
She chuckles and asks...
"What is your name?"
"Gandalf." He replies.
The assassins follow behind.
The fluorescent lights in a room get turned on.
Plushie and Gandalf while muttering to themselves, looking one another in the eye, walk in.
Gandalf looks up and gasps at the sight of multiple people on their knees, muzzled and tied up: hands to the back.
Near to them, a big hole.
She passes his right as he does so. Giving forth: the sinister eyes with a mischievous smile.
"It can't...be." He says as his eyes shake.
"Best believe it, motherfucker." She says and stops far to his right.
The assassins (30 of them) appear at strategic corners.
"Now you come!" Plushie acknowledges as she looks to the man by her upper right.
He comes forth and goes on his left knee. Left fist to the floor before it. Right hand: above his lifted thigh. His head: low.
Terrison 9
Age: 40
Assassin (Head in the Plushie House)
"Gandalf...I'm sure you know who the people in front of you are." She says while looking to him with a smile.
Gandalf shakes and goes on his knees.
"I gathered all your people and a little of your opps. Why? It's not that I can't get all of them. I did this because I want... Your allegiance, Gand." She declares while approaching him. She eventually passes his right side and comes to his back. (Still talking) Then goes on her knees and holds his shoulders. Right then, she puts her subtle grinning face against his right face.
He shakes as this happens.
"Stop shaking. It's getting to me." She says and he stops.
"You falling on me. You following me. You holding my hand. You being here, was part of my plan. Oh Head of Rings." She declares and his eyes open with a gasp.
"It's been awhile you bunch of terrorists arrived. How many years now?" She asks last while looking to Terrison.
"10." He replies.
"10 years!" She says while looking back to Gandalf.
"Y'see? All the way to the 20th Century. Very disheartening. I waited. Surely I waited. For somebody. Somebody! To put an end to it or better still, you guys coming to your senses and doing it yourselves. 10 years you caused havoc. Fighting amongst yourselves. I see a railway tunnel today, I like. Tomorrow, it's gone. How can we live like this!"
In this, she makes reference to the disasters caused. The actual sight of a beautiful railway tunnel. Her delightful expression. It's destruction and her dissatisfaction.
"Rings and Lordes. But don't worry, it ends today." She declares while getting up.
"On ya feet, maggot!" - Terrison.
Gandalf jolts and obeys.
He looks to Terrison and sees him standing.
"Did I say you can look at me!" He asks with a grit and Gandalf faces forward.
"Oh Gandy. It's simple." She says while caressing him from behind.
She now says with her face once again to his right...
"Swear your allegiance and kill them all. Or I'll crucify you."
His eyes go down.
Then looks to them with dead eyes.
Some of the captured's eyes open in fear as they subtly wave their heads.
"I will serve you." He declares.
She smiles.
He walks towards them and they plead.
"I can't hear you." He says and enters.
One by one, they get kicked into the hole.
He cuts of the heads, necks of some and dismembers the rest.
Plushie watches with folded arms and a smile. She widens it.
He renders every prisoner useless and walks towards her with bloody hands.
He stands before her and goes on his knees.
"That's what I like to see." She says while she draws her right hand towards him.
She touches his forehead and declares...
"Today: you become Spirit. Today: you become a Pushie."
She releases insane spirit aura and engulfs Gandalf.
Inside, he groans and she exhales.
"Let's hunt 'em together." - Pushie (telephatically)
TO BE CONTINUED.