Chapter THREE Future Sight

WinterSoldier was a warmonger; just that he didn’t have the guts to create any trouble. The crash landing of sugarpuffpants was timely enough, especially when the collision was with the recently turned Junior STOMPer, facelessly known as IAmTyrone.

And it didn’t help that MengXue was around. Under normal circumstances, the cool headed lass would chill things out. The situation was unique. A recent newbie had collided with the king of fu-ck; the perfect condition for the pesky little WinterSoldier to screw things up.

The masked lad strode confidently with a smirk towards the potential fight scene. Oblivious to his surroundings, the blue bulging monstrosity was cursing and swearing as usual, with the agony from the stupidity of his previous argument adding to the intensity of the current spat. It was perfect for the trouble amplifier of course, since WinterSoldier could never find the strength to break the bonds of social norms to actually cause trouble.

“Watch where you’re going, dick-head!” yelled the one and only IAmTyrone.
“Firstly, my head is not a dick. It consists of a skull covering the anatomies of my huge bulging brain, and as you can clearly see, that blue stuff ain’t scrotum and my brain ain’t balls…”

This was the chance. WinterSoldier moved in for the kill, his victims being the two dick-heads and the conversation. Scrotum or skin, they all looked the same to him. But just then, he heard a faint yelping sound, followed by a rough growl bearing a mix of upper and lower case letters.

Boonsake, still bleeding from his puppy stomach, had finally caught up.

“WaH LaU! Don’T bE lyK tiS lEh… pPl oSo neVa kAchiAu u…… =D ”

His immaturity broke the last straw of SPP’s tolerance. As vulgarites spewed forth from the mouth of the blue bulging blob, (combined with threats of legal action, defamation suits and personal harassment, shaped into a fireball of logic), SPP charged the helpless innocent puppy, flinging the flip-floppy, beanbag like body of that grey spectacled puppy. Predestined or simply unfortunate, Boonsake landed spot on onto a nearby rusty tennis pole. The thoughts of having sex with GhostRider’s (and possibly everybody’s) girlfriend, MengXue, during the previous night raced through his mind, and his last breath escaped moments after he was impaled.

Boonsake (in this fanfic) was dead. The heart of Wintersoldier was filled with a mix of pity and hate. Again, Boonsake had beaten him at his game, and he was forced to admit it over the dead body of that helpless puppy. As he stared wide eyed and open mouth at the catastrophe that SPP had caused in a moment of fury, a shadow brushed past the dark alleys of the STOMP universe.

The light on his skull burnt with a brighter intensity, now that his revenge was complete. It was a convenient crime; the future sight of his was fatally accurate. SPP was merely a puppet in his play for revenge. As he clutched his knife once more, GhostRider secretly vowed that no one would ever sleep with his MengXue again. Death would be dished out as punishment for what he dubbed as crime, whether committed in ignorance or in purpose. __________________