Outside, the wheel of an Alfa Romeo car comes into view, a really good looking car just because ‘Alfa Romeo’ sounds cool. The car stops and a view of two yellow gumboots are seen coming out onto the concrete, they move up and down splashing in the rain with a slight giggle before it stops suddenly and the camera pans up to see a petite figure wearing a yellow rain jacket, camera pans back real fast.

And now, Don’t Kill Mill continues.

The figure looks up at the camera, but her face is concealed because the camera is panned back way too far, the rain jacket person puts her hands on her hips and waits for the camera to zoom it, in goes in way too fast, slamming right into her face.

“Ow! Like too close!” she said then rubbed her nose, the camera fixes up and it is revealed that the person in all yellow is none other than Selphie Tilmitt in all her thirty seven year old glory! Damn that’s old! Like whoa, how does she keep that figure? Anyway.

Selphie pivots on the spot and marches towards the electronically opened auto-doors, but the doors don’t open, so she hits her nose on the doors again, well it was very early in the morning and they didn’t want thieves. So, Selphie took out a super secret device that was shiny and had a red laser and lots of numbers on it, after a few beeps the door was open and Selphie walked through with a bounce in her step.

Walking forwards with the rain coat and stuff on she starts to undo the buttons of the raincoat and after some struggling to do this she threw the raincoat and arched her head back all sexeh like, and just for the sake of it, the camera showed three different angles of Selphie throwing down the raincoat in this fashion. She stood there wearing a white nurse outfit that they used to wear along time ago, with the whole short skirt and red crosses on it.

She pulls out a Syringe full of a green liquid and cackles for a short period of time as the thunder clashes again.

Millie is still in her room, she mumbles. “Pancakes.” Then rolls over with a stupid smile on her face.

Selphie whips out a map from out of nowhere, with a large red X on it of where Millie’s room is, she looks down at the green liquid and smirks.

"A lethal injection of Marcus’ own recipe thingy, he calls it, “Ow, That Hurts.” Selphie said to herself, then pressed her thumb against the end of the syringe, some of the green liquid squirting out of the end as she did the evil cackle again along with thunder clashing. She stopped and looked behind her.

”I wonder why that always happens.” She said quietly, then cleared her throat and laughed again for only half a second, the thunder stopping as soon as she stopped laughing.

o.O;

“Well, I guess it can’t be helped.” she added as she walked down the halls, then went into an elevator, pressing the button 237.

“237? o.O;;” just before the Elevator flew up at speeds faster than the current fastest plane or monorail or whatever that thing is where you can travel from one side of the country to the other in like one hour, faster than that even! So she was on the 237th floor in a matter of seconds.

Millie is alone in her room, alone in her bed, asleep.

Selphie steps in and slowly approaches Millie, standing on the right side of her bed, she could see Millie’s face, she was out like a light, Selphie laughed quietly to herself, only getting a quiet clash of thunder this time, she shook her head quickly then started to speak.

“Millie Lakkam, possibly the greatest of all the Non-Threatening Viking Cake-Baker that ever lived, it’s amazing how you were so stupid and childish, yet at every turn you made better cakes than me! Than all of us! How you did it we have never known, and of course never will, because now Millie’s time is up.” Selphie said coldly then moved the syringe towards Millie’s arm and injected it all in then put her hands behind her back.

She waited for Millie’s breathing to stop, but instead Millie started to stir and then yawned, sitting up and stretching her arms out to the sides, just waking up. Selphie’s eyes widened before she looked at the label on the side of the syringe.

“What!? ‘Wake Up And Have A Nice Day Fluid!?! How did I get those mixed up!?” Selphie said out loud, pulling at her hair. @.@:;

Millie soon noticed Selphie in her room and gasped, Selphie’s eyes still widened she ran over to the plant and hid behind it, any normal person would see her, but Millie wasn’t a normal person.

“Hey! I just saw Selphie right now, maybe it was just a dream. Oh well, I’m sure that she’ll come back and play Fighter Street 4 with me soon.” She said, then got out of bed and walked over to the curtains and opened them, for some strange reason it was already day time and the rays shined brightly onto Millie all pretty like, scurrying was heard as Selphie skitters away out of the room, her cell phone ringing to the tune of “I’m a little tea pot, short and stout. Etc.” She answers.

“What? What is it?”

“Did you Kill Mill?”

“No, I picked up the wrong fluid, instead I accidentally gave her the Wake Up And Have A Nice Day fluid.”

“OH THE DAY IS SO NICE!” is heard in the background as Selphie gets into the elevator, it was obviously Millie.

“Hmm, yes I heard her just then, I swear she is the loudest person on the Earth, report back to base, Quistis will spank you furiously while I tape it for this insolence.”

“What? Again? Aww man, that’s like the eighteenth time this week.” Selphie said with a groan.

“And the other seventeen times I didn’t even do anything wrong.” She added. -.-;

“Silence! Now report back for spanking!” Marcus hung up.

Selphie muttered to herself as she went down the elevator and continued muttering until she got into her car and drove off, still muttering.

Saturday 9th of March, 2004

Millie sits up in her bed looking like she hadn’t seen the light of day in five years, but in reality it was only three days, that injection she had taken in from Selphie had an after effect, it made the person believe that they had been asleep for five years! Millie looked at her hands, then up across the room to a mirror, she touched her own face but couldn’t feel it! She was all numb like.

“Nyuu!” she said with shock, then looked at her hands, and goes to count her lifeline, but it hasn’t changed.

“Omgosh! Like five years!” She says anyways, because she is not too bright and never knew how to read hands anyway.

“I gotta get outta here!” she said, her arm still in a sling she rolled off the bed and commando crawled her way out of the room, seeing some nurses coming she quickly commando crawled backwards into her room and hid behind the door, poking her head around she stood up slowly only using her good arm to help herself up, she then started to take off the cast and sling by hitting her arm against the wall, the thinking she was out for five years thing had helped.

Since she thinks that she’s been out for five years, in that case she thinks and believes that her arm is healed so it doesn’t hurt at all, though the loud banging alerts a nurse who walks into Millie’s room to see her beating her cast on the wall.

“Are you alright Miss?” the nurse asked quietly, Millie stopped and looked back at her for a moment, the dust and pieces of plaster on the floor from the broken cast.

“Um, yes. Quite alright.” She said before she continued to hit the cast on the wall.

“You should keep that cast on for a lot longer than four days.” The nurse commented, Millie didn’t stop.

“Four days? I’ve been here for five years!” Millie exclaimed, her eyes widening before the cast finally broke and she was free to move her arm like it wasn’t broken at all.

“Yes! Millie’s arm is free!” she said, looking at the pale whiteness of it, for a moment.

“It’ll be okay when I wash it.” She said to the nurse before she ran backwards and then tripped over her bed, falling out of the 237 story window, she screamed for a while, then took a deep breath after screaming for quite some time before she started screaming again.

But luckily, below there was guys who had a King sized bed and were taking it into the hospital, Millie landed safely on the bed, then sat up and looked to the guys who were holding the bed.

“Thank you very much! I like almost died! Ahahaha! Hahaha!” Millie said, rolling off the bed not believing her luck, the guys were even more amazed since this girl didn’t bounce off the bed after falling from 237 stories, they looked at each other and shrugged before they kept moving the bed into the hospital.

Millie walked down the street in her hospital clothes, just a nightgown to be exact as she put her right index finger under her chin and looked to the sky, seeming to be in thought.

“Yes, that combo might work against Selphie.” She said with a slight nod, then called for a Taxi by raising her hand, she soon got into the Taxi.

“My Home please.”

“Your home, where’s that?”

“Um, at my house?”

“Hey lady, I don’t know where your home is.”

“Yes you do, it’s in the script, see?”

Millie took out a piece of paper and leaned forwards, pointing to the part, the Taxi driver grabbed the paper and looked.

“You see? The relationship between us is that you and I know each other so well that you know where my home is.” Millie explained.

“You’re in the wrong taxi.” The driver replied then pointed over to the other taxi.

“Oh!” Millie said, then dashed from that Taxi into the right one.

“Take me home babeh!” Millie said, the driver nodded and drove off without saying a word.

[Flashback to the Chapel Scene]


“Now, where was I?” he said, clearing his throat, “Ah yes. This is me, at my most… EEEEVVVILLLLLLL!”

BANG!

Mr. Su gets killed brutally before the Chapel is burnt down.

[Flashback End]

“MISTAAAAAAAA SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!” Millie yelled out at the top of her lungs, so loud that it echoed throughout the city.

“What?” The Taxi driver said, having no idea what she was on about.

“Oh, I’m the main character, I had a flashback and I did one of those yells where it makes it look like I am gonna get revenge, was it good?” Millie replied.

“Yep, I think it was loud enough.”

“Yeah, well I’m gonna get revenge on those guys for what they did to my family.” Millie said then narrowed her eyes, looking all angry like as she leant back in the chair, opening her bag, the camera pans in to look at one plane ticket.

“El Cheapo Airlines, One Way to Okinawa.”

Why is Millie going to Okinawa? Is it to somehow train with ancient Martial Arts type people so she will to take revenge on the fallen plushies!? Or is it just a holiday? Yes. It’s a holiday. But stay tuned for the next installment of…



DON’T KILL MILL