The feeling of a pair of hands dropping themselves onto my shoulders sends a shock throughout my body and causes a chill to sprint down my spine. Around me, the world plunges into an abyss of darkness, accented by by flashes of gunfire and the eye rapingly bright flashes of headlights before I drop back into the warm embrace of the real world once more. In a half awake, dreaming state, the hands feel warm, inviting on my bare skin. Arching my neck, and looking upwards and backwards simultaneously; I see just who the hands belong to. Anna.

"Hey. You okay?"

I strain my eyes, which are still used to the bright lights of the long since fleeted city of Los Santos. In the dim light coming from the ceiling, I can see a smile dotting the edges of her lips, and she removes her hands from my shoulders. Snaking her hands under my arm, she pulls me in, her arms wrapped around my waist. Seizing the opportunity, I giver her a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away.

"Fine. I'm always fine."

My word; a falser comment has never been uttered. She sees right through that remark, offering a shrug of her shoulders before once again flashing that beautiful, beautiful smile at me once again. Turning around, so we're facing each other, I take her hands in mine and take a deep inhale. She raises her eyebrows, I assume in curiosity.

"I love you."

Her eyes light up, easily outmatching the one given off by the poorly wired ceiling unit. Without warning, she pulls me in by the grasp she still had on my hands and presses her lips against mine. We hold this position for a few moments, before she pulls away with a loud, smack!

"I love you too!"

"No no, that isn't exactly what I mean."

"Huh?"

"Can you give me a fuckin' second?"

Pulling my hands from hers, I storm into the bedroom, scanning around it in a blur. This sudden burst of energy kicks my ass and forces my into action. The nightstand, the unfortunate victim of this frantic search. Hitting and forcing things out of my way, I scour the top for any semblance, any sign of it.

"What are you even looking for?!"

Her voice breaks the silence, breaks my concentration.

"Something! Just hold on, dammit!"

Widening, her eyes stare directly at mine. Utterly furious, and frightened simultaneously. Dammit, Jess! You always do this! Hesitation comes over me as I attempt to return to my search. Her footsteps, turning away from the room and walking toward the door stop me from searching once again. I stay there, frozen like a deer in the headlights for a few moments before I too turn around and chase after her.

"Anna!"

The crisp autumn air nips at my skin as I step outside of the complex, still in pursuit. She pays no attention to my call, and continues moving forward. In bare feet, I begin to run down the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding the remnants of a broken beer bottle pointing upwards out of one of the cracks.

"ANNA!"

Once more, the cry goes unanswered. The only response I get is the rustle of leaves in the distance, the pretty corpses hitting the earth with a thud and skidding across the ground. Jeez, that was morbid.

Finally, I catch up to her, and grab her by the shoulder and forcing her to turn around. The smile I gave her earlier twisted into the foulest scowl she could muster, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What? What is it, that you could possibly want?"

I drop to one knee, feeling weak as weak can be. My voice barely a murmur, I force the words out of my mouth.

"Will you, will you marry me?"

With that, her eyes widen and the roles change. Now, she's the one with the deer in the headlights look.


"Hey Eli. You've been awfully quiet as of late, haven't you? Now, why is that? Hiding, because you realized just how fucked you actually are? Maybe, he's shacked up with new wife and his hundreds of inbred sisters, having one big country orgy that would make Jim Hickbilly proud. Wait no, ol' Hickey Billy loved incest, and you're way too much of an ugly fuck to even be from the same state as half of 'em.

Products of incest, yes. Related to you? That, I doubt.

So, Eli. What the fuck is up with having your entourage of women follow you around in the Promise Land? Also, why wasn't your wife one of the sisters? Are you seeing some of them on the side? Be honest here, your wife's likely in the kitchen, making you your fifth sandwich in the last hour. She can't hear you. I bet the answer is...

No.

Not because I think you're the faithful type, because your religion takes up most of your faith and I assume it's your Flying Spaghetti Monster given right to fuck as many broads as you so choose. No no, that's not why they're here, is it?

They're here, because deep down, you want to be a woman. You're just too much of a pussy to get one. Really, there's nothing to be scared of. I swear, if you did, Mystica would kick Callaway right into some other motherfucker's bed and be the first to lay that shemale ass right then, and right there. Then you can preach the sins of sodomy while getting your ass fucked by the creepy, glue eating kid. You'll finally be a hypocrite like every other religious figure.

You surround yourself with women, a masked creep and his six year old mom, Casey Jones, and Mystica (see: woman)

Yeah, there's no way that ISN'T your intention.

Hide from your feelings some more, will ya?

Because on Wednesday..."

"I'll make a woman out of you, yet."