Test’s, Quiz’s, Robots and Killers Oh My!

Pt. 11

By: Lady Venom

Author Note: Sorry it took so long for the next chapter, bad writers block, hopefully though, this'll live up to the previous chapters!

Disclaimer: I own myself, and three-quaters of the apt. Everything else belongs to its respectful owners.

“Aw, come on, please?”

I watched the older man hopefully. But Ram- I mean, Raphael simply gave me that ‘I – don’t – think – so’ look.

…Wait, why was I asking for permission? Wasn’t I the stronger one?

H’m…my weapons were behind him…two feet away…

“No.” Came his forceful yet monotone voice.

I watched him innocently as my newly robotic face would allow, “What’re you sayin’ no to? I haven’t said anything yet!”

“Doesn’t mean you weren’t thinking about doing something”

…stupid empaths…

“Oh…go have a shower or something Raphael…” I implied, remembering how he had gotten stuck in the shower before.

Oh crap, I’m dead…

I don’t think being glared at by a murderer is a good thing…

“Uh….heh…come on, it was just a joke…” I tried, raising my pale green hands in defense.

Not wasting a second (or thoughts of reason) I dashed for my gun that the killer had confiscated from me.

He easily grabbed my arm and, using my momentum he flipped me over his hip. The result was an out of breath me looking at an upside down Rampage.

Dammit….there goes that theory.

“But they’re miiiine.” I whined.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow.

“But, but…” What can I use on him…

“YOU DRANK ALL THE POP!” I shouted up at him from the floor.

“So?”

God damned, stupid robotic remorselessness…

OUCH!

Stupid, dumb…idiotic…giant…grumblegrumblegrumble…

“Fine! Then you’re never being Rampage again!”

…Oh shit…

The humanized Rampage grabbed me by the throat and picked me up.

“You are going to change me back, now!”

“But…but I like you better this way…” I choked out, trying to pry his hands off of my neck.

“I don’t, now change me back now!”

“Court? We’re back!” Came Michelle’s voice.

Rampage seemed to come back to his senses long enough to drop me. I looked up, gasping for air.

…wait…why did I need air again? I was robotic…I could bloody well walk on the bottom of the ocean floor if I wanted too…

Heh…that’s kinda cool…I should try that out sometime…ohhh….maybe I could see the Titanic…

OUCH!

Stupid…randomness of mind…

"Hey, Venom girl, you going to the movies with us tonight or what?"

Buh...? Movies?

"Um..." I poked my head of the door slightly, "Movies? What movies?"

"Ya know, it IS movie night, we thought we could go see Constantine...whadda think?"

I looked over to Rampage, "Um..." Then down at my own shiny self. "Sure!"

He gave me an odd look, but I grabbed the one thing I promised never to wear; Johnathan's large thug wannabe sweater.

Try as I might, I could not get the damned hood up and over my horn things. Finally, after laughing at my perdicament for a few minutes, Rampage came over, and with one swift tug, puled the sweater down easily.

"I hate you..." I glared at him.

"So?"

"GAH! Why do you like that word so much!" I left before he could answer, pulling the hood up over my head to hide myself.

"Okay Elle, we'll go." I watched her pull her long brown hair back into a ponytail. Going back in the bedroom I threw a random shirt at 'Page and grabbed his arm.

"Come on crabby, we've got a theatre to catch... and...um..." I watched him watch me curiously. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

"Theatre?"

I smacked my metallic forehead. Doi, of course! Crabby's never heard the word theatre before!

"Okay, a theatre is like the movies you watch here, only they're on a large screen with more noise." I explained. Yea, so sue me, I suck at explanations...

"Oh, alright." He nodded.

Bonus, at least he's a quick learner...besides. I don't think him having his arsenal when we watch Constantine would be a good thing.

I can see it now: An angel? Stupid human religious logics! Out comes the missile launcher, and down goes the screen...

-20 minutes later-

"Can I have some of that popped fluff that your friend Michelle bought?"

"You mean popcorn?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you tried to strangle me earlier."

"Oh."

I look over at the darkened form of Rampage beside me. He seemed...disappointed...?

Weel, good! Serves him right for trying to kill me again.

"HEY!"

I looked over to see Rampage shove something in his mouth and Michelle's bag of popcorn suddenly considerably lower in mass.

I glared at him, and he tried to smile, looking at me innocently.

"Rampage?"

"...yea?" Came his muffled reply.

"Whistle for me."

He gave me an odd look. "You can only give me that innocent act if you can whistle."

"Pffffff-wwww..." Spittle of popcorn sprayed out of his mouth.

"Yu huh...I thought so..." I looked back to the screen. "Glutton."

The movie itself went on without another hitch, which was nice. It was after we left the movie that things started going wrong. Like seeing Johnny boy...and his new slut...

I knew Rampage could feel my pissed offededness, because he was suddenly not beside me any more.

"Raph?" I looked around, and suddenly found him behind Johnathon at the arcade. Johnathon was trying his best not to look scared of the intimidating man/robot Rampage. Rampage was saying something to him, while his new girl was getting the food. When she returned, he grabbed her arm and took off toward the movies.

"Um..'Page? What exactly did you say to him?"

Rampage looked down at me, "Nothing..."

"Yuh huh...sure...what did you say?"

"I simply informed him that if he ever made you upset again, that I have no problem going back to prison."

I burst out laughing, snorting the leftover pop through my nose as I looked up at him. On a large, and I do mean large, impulse, I couldn't resist. I hugged him. Then immediately stopped incase I freaked out the killer crab.

Cool...He didn't kill me...guess this is shaping up to be a good day after all...Johnathon is scared shitless of us, and Rampage stood up for me...

...Why do I have a feeling it won't last...