Cake and Eat It…

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He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found what he’d needed in the last reality, which was a pity, really.

Daisy opened her eyes and saw stars.

‘What a pretty night,’ she said.

She sat up and looked around. There was a mucky looking river in front of her and a slight breeze in the air, flowing from the river and up the banks. There was something amiss, though. Something not quite right, something missing…

‘Where are you?’ yelled a familiar voice. There was real anger there. ‘You fucking bitch!’

Ah, that was it. She nodded to herself, there being no-one else around to nod at.

Panix was definitely unhappy about something. Perhaps it was as a result of Donnie’s knee-jerk reaction in the last reality. Oh well.

‘When I catch you, I’ll make you pay for what you did to me!’

Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah.

Something tugged at her memory. Oh yes, that kiss! Of course, it only came about because The Assassin had, quite unexpectedly, blown a hole in her chest. Well, Donnie’s chest.

Ugh. She held her head to try to stop it exploding. She had never been able to adequately get her head around the dual-personality dual-gender issues. If she kept thinking about it, she’d need to hunt down a warm bath and a couple of Gin and Tonics to accompany the pain.

She shuddered to think what Donnie would do. Probably something involving video games and pornography. Boys!

Panix screamed again, this time in a particularly blood-curdling fashion. He was really mad. He would also need a good vocal surgeon.

She rolled onto her chest and looked around furtively. The wind picked up and blew cold air up her skirt.

‘Oh,’ she exclaimed, then slapped her hand over her mouth. Bugger!