XD; Okay, so I've decided to post one of my more interesting pieces here...for all to view. I find it an appropriate time to do so. This is titled Banshee Luv...and for obvious reasons. Perhaps only one person will find this as amusing as I did...but who knows? But you can read it anyways!


~BANSHEE LUV~

The silence was tangible. Faint whispers came from the grass as the wind fluttered gently over the sloping, parched plain. It was high noon.

“Mmm yeah, baby…give me some more of that…yeah you know you like it. I’ll touch those buttons some more, too…scratch my back, I scratch yours.” The body of the voice could not be seen – the dim light of the building was flickering on and off.

“Yeah – open and close it for me, babe. Open and close.” A low buzzing sound emanated from the darkness.

What sounded like leather and metal rubbing against each other came from the general direction of the voices. Slowly, another man crept towards the voice. It was high time that he told them to quit whatever lewd acts they were committing…here of all places! This was a war for God’s sake!

“I think that’s enough for one day, girl. Catch your breath. I’ll come back later.” The voice was coming closer…the man hid around a corner and watched as a man in his Spartan armor walked towards the hangar door. The whirring noise had stopped. Creeping ever so closely to the scene of the ‘crime,’ the boy (we shall call him ‘Tyros’ ) snapped on the lights, flooding the darkness with an eerie glow.

“What the hell!? There’s nothing here…” was all Tyros could say when his eyes met nothing but a metal back wall and various cargo and vehicles. He walked over to the crates and vehicles, inspecting them to make sure he wouldn’t overlook the little harlot that was here just moments ago.

To his demise, Tyros found nothing close to a woman in the hangar. This was beyond him. One of his own fellows, having intimate relations on the battlefield…

“Hey Tyros! What’re you doing in there!?” The Spartan who had just left was running back towards the hangar. He must have forgotten something…busted.

“N-nothing! I’m doing nothing! I was coming to get a cargo crate and deliver it to the captain!”

“W-w-were you? O-okay. Okay then. Go ahead. I’ll just go grab a couple of rifles I’d forgotten to pick up earlier today.”

“Okay then.” Tyros eyed the man with suspicion. He walked funny. As if he had been electrocuted. It was almost funny…

“Well…I’ll be seeing you, then.” The man briskly huffed out the hangar opening.

“Yeah…see you later, Xiruk…” Tyros simply stared in awe, baffled at the fact nothing happened…yet there was still something fishy about this whole thing…

For the next couple of days, the unusual occurrences were in abundance, Xiruk going back and forth on his breaks to the hangar. Tyros still hunted the supposed wench what had been pleasing his fellow officer. A Spartan was not to give up his goals…and finding a filthy whore was nothing short of a goal in the young man’s eyes. Perhaps ‘she’ was really some sort of A.I… he’d seen things like this happen before…but nothing as intimate and as sickening as what Xiruk had been up to. This was a job that would take more than confrontation. Tyros was ready to get to the bottom of it all.