Sydney

Genre- Romance, Horror Characters: USA president, Cheerleader, Professional DJ Setting: Wedding in a Padded Cell

Mr. Li found it difficult to believe that he was actually marrying the love of his life today. He saw the face of his beautiful bride, all dressed in white. The white that perfectly matched the white of the padded cell they were in. As the USA president escorted Mr. Li’s future wife down the short, padded aisle, soon-to-be Mrs. Li’s heel stabbed through the padded white cushion on the floor of the cell. It only took about 10 seconds for her to cross the cell to where front stage was. The rest of the room was filled with security guards (without weapons of course), foam chairs, foam decorations, edible flowers, and of course, the foam table where the professional DJ resided. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the professional DJ whipped out his gun and screamed, EVERYBODY HANDS IN THE AIR. Being a world class cheerleader Mrs. Li screamed “HAI YA” and double whammied him in the face before kicking him in his groin. This was actually why she was locked up in the first place. Her cheerleader skills were just too OP and the government couldn’t let her exist in society anymore. Her only wish ever was to be married to the man of her dreams, Mr. Li, and of course, being the USA president’s daughter, she got what she wanted. Now let me tell you a little bit about Mr. Li. Mr. Li was a short stocky asian man who’s first name is Jet. Now you probably understand the Jet Li asian fighting legend. Being a fighting legend herself, soon-to-be Mrs. Li wanted to have the best crime fighting mixed race babies in the world...because lets face it, the mixed race babies are the best looking. So she wanted this Jet Li. Little did the USA government or soon-to-be Mrs. Li know...this wasn’t Jet Li at all. Yes maybe he was asian and had the right crimefighting stature, he was an imposter. Since asians look all alike to the American’s anyway, he decided that he would marry his way into a powerful position in the government before taking over. So yes, as you may suspect now. The DJ was hired by Mr. Li as protection. When the most powerful crime-fighting cheerleader in the world stabbed the foam floor, the DJ thought that she might’ve figured out Mr. Li’s cover and was going to assassinate him with her heels. Of course, the professional DJ/hitman carried around a large AK-47 at all times. How it got into the padded cell in the first place, however, is a different story. Actually, now that I think of it, how did soon-to-be Mrs. Li get her heels in the room in the first place? Anyways, back to the story. So there everyone was. The DJ fired a couple shots and there you go, the President’s security guards were armless (hehe)

Mr. and Mrs. Li were shocked, but the soon-to-be Mrs. Li did not think twice and kicked the gun out of the DJ’s hands. Before he could do anything, she turned around kicked his head and instantly broke his neck with a final arm swing. Now, the room was completely covered in blood from the security guards and Mr. and Mrs. Li looked at each other in the eyes. “Aren’t we meant for each other?” Mr. Li asked her, still playing his cover. “Look at this, I think there’s nothing better than this that can define us best. We are killers.” “Of course we are, sweetie.” Mrs. Li replied, “but what was that all about?” “What was what all about?” Mr. Li stared at her, pretending to be dumbfounded. And slightly scared, to be honest. “The shooting? Did you not pay the DJs enough money? I told you this wedding had to be everything. It was so important to me! Now look, the DJs are dead, the security people are lying in 2 inches of blood that’s ruining my pretty heels. Tell me, did you pay him enough?” Mrs. Li was angry. Being the president’s daughter, she was not used to this kind of lowly treatment. She thought her soon-to-be husband would be better than that. “..what? oh yes yes yes that’s exactly it! I’m so sorry I ruined our wedding. It was planned for months but I guess I didn’t pay him enough money.” Mr. Li, still attempting to hide his real identity. “Oh sweetie, you really don’t have to do this. Boo, you look so pale, is there something wrong? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Ms Li asked. Mr Li gulped. He didn’t know how to reply. Oh he was just absolutely terrible at lying. He hated these situations. Why did he never plan an escape route? Why did he never think that something was going to do wrong? Ugh!! I should have anticipated this! I should have planned for this! - Mr Li thought to himself. “ Uh...sweetie?” Ms Li whined? “My shoes are really getting bloody and it would be great if you stopped staring into space, and actually helped me over here.” “Oh. oh, yes yes sure darling i’ll be right over.” But as soon as Mr Li turned around, Ms Li grabbed him by the neck, and shoved him up against the wall. “Sweetie, I know you’re hiding something from me. And I know the real reason for this wasn’t because you didn’t pay the Dj…” she whispered. Her hand slowly reaching behind her into a hidden compartment where she stowed her trusty blade. “ You don’t have to be scared, sweetie. Just tell me.” (creepy smile) “Or do you want your head over in that corner, and your body in this one?”