Bleeding on the Floor

"Somehow I don't think this is the same Alabama we've heard so many tales of" Mark said grimly.

"How perceptive!" Kylaud laughed "This is Dark Alabama! A place of misery and torment, where countless human souls face perpetual and monstrous depravations. Now step into my crack shack, young'ins, and ah'll get ya some tasty liquor and black-tar heroin. Won't that be delicious?"

Inside of Kylaud's home was a funky amalgam of retro posters, broken beer bottles, cat urine stench and walls overgrown with weeds. The diabolical beast-fairy directed our heroes to a stained couch, then whipped out a half-full bottle of Jack Daniels. "Here, lil lady" said the vile fae-spawn savage, handing the bottle to Karen "You do the honors."

Her eyes grew wide "Golly! Grandpa never let us drink that much before! He only gave us little sips, right Mark?"

"Right" Mark nodded morosely "Hey Kylaud man, how about those cigarettes you said you had?"

"Oh sure thing, man!" laughed the violently racist fairy scum, producing a pack of Marlboro 100's and handing them to Mark "Light up, dude! Have a smoke on me, bro!"

Mark packed the cigarettes up and unwrapped them, savoring the sweet aroma. It had been... too long... far too long since his last puff-break! Finding a Zippo on the table, he fixed a cancer-stick between his teeth and lit up, savoring every tiny nuance of flavor, every strand of delicious cyan smoke. Immediately he grew relaxed and light-headed. Somewhere next to him, beyond a haze of wonderfullness Karen was taking sip after sip of Jack at Kylaud's behest. Her every "Well I don't know if I should..." was followed by the pusillanimous pervert-pixie's coos of "Just one more!" and in the process she seemed to be getting quite drunk. Mark was so enraptured with his own narcotic poison that he only noticed something was wrong when Karen started screaming hysterically and clawing at her breasts.

"Karen what's wrong?!" he exclaimed, fiercely gripping the cigarette between his teeth, so it came out more as "Karn, whutsh wrng?!"

"Aaaaaugh!!" Karen shrieked "It hurts!! Mark, help me!!!"

Before Mark's unbelieving eyes her breasts began to expand, ever so slowly but surely. He barely peeled his eyes away from the macabre sight to face Kylaud "What... you do, fuckr?!"

"Nothing at all!" the sadistic sprite guffawed, holding up the bottle of Jack "This is no ordinary booze, you fool! This is a special fairy blend that causes your greatest percieved physical deficiency to be corrected - but at a price! It's your bitch sister's own slutty-ass desire to be more attractive to boys that caused this! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!"

"Mark, I'm so sorry!!" Karen cried as her expanding breasts began to tear through the fabric of her t-shirt "Mom was right! Aaaaugh!!"

"Your gonpay!" Mark roared, bringing himself down on Kylaud with an overhead punch that sent the unsuspecting creature spinning across the room and into a rotting old Christmas tree. Mark followed after like a freight train, picking a dazed Kylaud up, spinning him around and tossing him into a wall. Kylaud managed to recover in mid-air and hovered at Mark's eye level, putting up his dukes "C'mon boy!!" Kylaud crowed like a prize fighter as Mark lunged. The enraged human managed to land a devastating one-two combo, splintering Kylaud's nose and teeth.

Then suddenly the smooth, flavourful Marlboro 100 between Mark's teeth exploded in a shower of sparks. Mark found himself on the floor, writhing in pain from his lacerated jaw and numerous broken teeth. He was effectively blind as lights flashed in front of his eyes "Ha! That'll teach you to mess with us helpless wee fairies!" laughed the hideously hairy thrice-removed cousin of Tinkerbell, landing a savage booted kick to Mark's chest, ribs snapping. Then Kylaud took Mark by the hair and started picking him up off the floor. Somewhere, Mark heard Karen screaming in pain - and just like that, his fury was redoubled. He grabbed Kylaud's wings and pulled as hard as he could - and with a horrible ripping sound they tore right off "AAAAAAAAAAARRGRGRHGGG!!!" Kylaud screamed, inhumanly loud. Mark was suddenly raised into the air, scrunched together into a ball-like shape, and tossed high-speed into a huge lava lamp, which broke into pieces, countless little shards slicing and perforating Mark as he hit the floor.

"How could you do that?!" Kylaud shrieked "Tear off a fairy's wings... I'll kill you! I'll make you and your fucking whore sister suffer before you die! Graaaugh!!!"

Groaning, Mark crawled on the floor. He wasn't sure hw, but he found the strength to get to his knees. His vision suddenly returned, and he saw something lying in front of him. It was the bottle of Jack Daniels, a good amount of it still left. A realization suddenly hit Mark right in the gut. Didn't Kylaud say this stuff corrected your percieved physical deficiency? Thus, Karen, who had always been ashamed about her small bust, had started to grow in that area. Mark's only percieved physical deficiency about himself was that he didn't have superpowers! True, there was supposed to be a price to pay - but if Mark could kill the evil fairy and save his sister wouldn't it be worth it? The sound of Kylaud stomping toward him forced Mark to make his decision.

1. Chug!
2. Get up and fight like a man.

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