Antius VS Ghola
"Cheese Games"
NOTE: Ghola demanded we use this title. She scares me, so I agreed. Don't forget to check http://pulsehead.com/581/pHlash%20pHiction%20Contest%2009%3A%20ROUND%201 for parings & titles. Submissions will be accepted until Friday, SEP. 4th at 11:59pm EST with ratings accepted until Sunday, SEP. 6th at 11:59pm EST.
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Reaching the door of her apartment, Monica struggled with the keys while still trying to balance the heavy black garbage bag. Giving up, she placed her burden on the floor, leaning it against her shins and got the lock open. Hauling the item inside, she flipped on the living room light and was greeted by the sight of a pristine red stop sign sitting on her couch.
"Damn," Monica swore softly as she kicked the door closed behind her and fumbled over to the couch.
There she pulled the hastily taped garbage bag apart to reveal her own stop sign, one not so clean as its neighbor as she sat her acquisition inches away on the tan cushions. Stepping back to examine the pair, Monica almost tripped over the tangle of jump ropes lying on the floor. She brushed her long midnight black hair back out of her face, retrieved a band from her slender wrists and tied it back in a ponytail. She had naturally dark brown hair, but after the situation outside Reverend Meeks house, she had trimmed off a few inches and gone darker. Nothing drastic, just enough.
"I win again," came a voice from the kitchen. "And mine is way better."
"Where the hell did you find a stop sign that freakin' clean?" asked Monica strolling into the kitchen to scour about aimlessly for a clean glass.
"Doesn't matter. Bitch was heavy, too."
Monica filled the questionably smudged glass with water from the tap and then sat down at her small kitchen table to face the plate of cheese. It was a pale yellow hunk, sitting on a chipped saucer. Quite an unremarkable sight, really. The day she forgot to put it back in the refrigerator and it had subsequently yelled at her two hours later when she changed the channel during a rerun of CSI had been somewhat out of the ordinary, however. Monica had long stopped trying to figure out how it was that the cheese was talking, or how it was able to perform the feats that it did. She just knew that things were a damn bit more entertaining with the cheese around.
"I have some ideas about our next round," offered Monica as she sipped on her water.
"Uh-huh, I bet you do," replied the cheese. "You're still gloating over the last round, your last idea."
"Hey, I can't help it that I won spectacularly!"
Monica was sure the cheese was frowning.
"Those photos you took of the Reverend were, like, nine levels beyond scandalous. Teenage vandalism? Lame by comparison. I think you set me up on that one," said the cheese.
"Don't be a sore loser," admonished Monica.
"Anyhow," continued the cheese, "I have the next one already planned out. Besides, I have to make up for this stupid stop sign round. Too easy."
"So?"
"I've already snagged the gasoline containers and the other supplies. Two small duffle bags ready to go."
"Um, are we talking arson here?" asked Monica hesitantly.
"Maybe..." replied the cheese, drawing out the word.
Monica leaned back in her chair and considered it. This was definitely raising the stakes. And yet, she could immediately think of one particular location that could be improved with some flames.
Monica smiled at the cheese. "When's the deadline?"
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549 WORDS
rating: 16
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