Johnny and I walk to his tent in South Africa, he's carrying my bag for me and I'm holding his hand. We're so happy and adorable. I want to skip, but it's too hot and my feet are not comfortable. Who cares, though? I have my Johnny back. The sun doesn't bother me as much as it did before, but that's probably because I'm walking in the shadow of my lovely Johnny Bear.

So, why did you come out here? I thought you didn't want to leave George or Tiffany. You said they needed you.

And that's true, they probably need me. But, I need you more right now. I help a little bairn on the plane, he wouldn't quit crying so his mum let me hold him and I rocked him to sleep. We need one, babe.

He stops and looks at me. I continue trying to walk ahead as if he wasn't waiting for me to clarify.

Wait. What? What happened to your fears?

I'm never going to be financially ready, so I figure why not? George and Tiffany have each other, and they'll need me, but I can't make them more important than my needs. I've put too many people in front of my needs for my entire life. I need to do something for me. And for me, I want your kids.

He grabs my hand, with his free hand, and pulls me back to look into his eyes. They have a glisten in them, I can't tell if it's joy, sorrow, or the sun blinding him. Our fingers intertwine as he drops my bag on the dirt and pulls me really close to him. I can feel his heart beating fast. It happens so quickly, I almost forget to react, but our lips meet, and we kiss. It's more than a usual kiss, it's one of the top kisses of the century. All other kisses will be compared to it, for all of time. It was pure magic, and a part of my soul felt as if it was transferred into his soul, and a part of his soul became mine. The kiss broke, and our souls stayed combined, we were forced to move towards his tent. There was a single bed, and a shower outside of it. One of those camping showers that you fill, and it drains slowly. Not the best, but it would have to do. I sat down on the bed as Johnny walked around the tent pointing to places and excitedly telling me about things. I half paid attention.

Will we be staying her forever, or do we get a house soon?

I have a house ready for me when I want to move in, but I'm still trying to get used to the lab first. I can show you my house if you want. I guess we can move there tomorrow.

I lean back on the bed, and gesture with my fingers.

You can, but first why don't you welcome me to Africa?

Johnny closes the tent and comes over to me, and climbs on the bed. Our lips dance again, and I begin to undo his belt; it comes off easily. Something stops me from undoing his trousers. I'm not sure what it is, but it stops me and I can't continue. Hands dance around my waist, and I feel my trousers get opened, and I lift my hips so he could lower them. They're now sitting around my knees, and my pink little panties with the black hearts on them are exposed. My hands tremble as I move back to his waist, but I can't do it. Johnny looks down and sees this.

What's wrong, babe? Don't you want this?

I nod, and make my hands work on his trousers. They're open, and he helps me lower them. His bright white boxer shorts look so cute holding back his package, which I remove from his boxers. His manhood stares me down as I lower my panties. He thrusts inside of me quickly, and it is ecstasy. Our bodies combine into one as our hips buck together, and away from each other. I feel myself swelling with pleasure and anticipation. His face gives away that he is about to finish, and I lock my legs around him to make sure he can't leave me. We both swell and finish together, it is beautiful. I fall asleep.

My bed is warm, and my stomach is full. The sun shines through the Window blinds, this doesn't make Ginger happy. My tiny feet land on the floor, and I move towards the standing position. There's a movement in the corridor, and I pause, I don't want it to be what I think it is, but I can't help but hope it is that, partially. The door opens and Tiffany comes into the room. She's holding a plate of Lasagna. It doesn't look appealing, but I know I should eat.

Hey, Ginge. You slept all day, I thought you might be need to eat something.

I don't know if I want to. I want to collapse and die.

Why do you want to die?

Johnny.

What happened with Johnny?

My hand goes to my tummy. I hold it, where a baby should be. Where Johnny's baby should be.

I don't want to talk about it. I just want to go to sleep and forget things. Maybe I'll die in my sleep.

Cain cut a video for you. Do you want to watch it?

No, I want to collapse and die. You handle it.

I turn and go back to my bed, and curl up under the sheets. Tiffany grabs my laptop and beings to film a promo for Cain while I curl up and try to stop my heart from beating.

Hi, Cain. Ginger isn't going to respond to you, she's asleep and not doing well today. So, I'm going to be talking for her, you know since you feel like you need to be made to feel more special by getting more acknowledgment for your uselessness. First, let me make something clear. You should take Ginger seriously, she's half your size and in 3 months did more than you could do in 2 years. She managed to matter and make a difference. You got your arse beat by an Orangutan while my girl went on to compete for a title, and made someone tap out. She beat competitors like Vinnie Lane, and Mastermind. You remember Mastermind, right? The guy who took a loss because you didn't know how to avoid being pinned? But you, you're nobody. You're the guy with the identity crisis. I've seen you try and reinvent yourself time and time again, just to avoid being the guy who lost for whatever reason. You were supposed to be some sort of vampire or something, then you were raised in a lab and bred to believe you were Cain from before, but really weren't. Then you're Cain from the bible, but without any of the bible backing up your story. The punk kid who refers to people as monkeys and inferior when he is constantly losing to the inferiror race. If you were so good, why couldn't you beat anyone? And why are you trying to tell us how you're unafraid of Sebastian Duke when he beat you so bad you cried for a month about it?

It's so lovely that you don't consider Morbid Angel a serious competitor this week, when Less than a month ago you were trying to fight him, and even called him the biggest dog. I'm so glad you're done taking people you begged to fight, just so you could lose to them, serious. Because it means you know your place is at the bottom of the food chain. You insignificant piece of primordial slop. I just want to touch on one thing you said to that random ginger police detective you somehow kidnapped and raped.

(12-30-2015, 09:38 AM)Cain Said: "Pft. Me? Raped? I'll just kill them before they have the chance.

That's not true, though, is it? I mean, you did get raped because of Morbid Angel, didn't you? Or, was that a different Cain, one who was just a useless clone of the useless piece of trash standing before my girl, Ginger, come Warfare? I'm thinking you'll be saying that you send an inexperienced clone, That's your M.O. You know what we've heard before? Your crap arse rant about being scary and tough, and then you falling flat on your face. And then the crying and the excuses. In short, Cain, give it up. You're not impressing anyone. Not even King Henry the Llama. Your legacy, Cain, unable to scare a bloody Llama.

Tiffany closes my laptop and sets it on the table by my bed. She kisses me on the forehead and leaves. I'm still alone.

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