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Planet Terror: prequel
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Dr. Block walked quickly into the kitchen, noting the change of tone in his wife’s voice, and charged once again for his coffee cup.
“The babysitter’s coming at 9pm.” She said.
“That was the babysitter?”
Bette nodded curtly, sipping her coffee.
Dr. Block looked at their daughter. He adored her, and she was still too young to know what a jerk he truly was.
“Do you believe her?” he asked. The little girl shook her head happily. It was obvious to both of them that Bette was lying about something, but Amy didn’t much care. She didn’t know about things like affairs and nor did she much care.
Bette ignored it and waved her husband out the door.
Twenty minutes later, the most beautiful team in the hospital, donned their white jackets and made their way to their respective wards. When they had graduated from medical school together, a week before William broke Bette’s jaw, their friends expressed envy at every turn, that not only had they made it out together in one piece, but they looked good doing it.
“See you later baby.” William said dryly. He did not notice Bette shooting him the middle finger on her way to visit her little friends.
Bette’s little friends lay waiting in a room just for the anesthesiology team. She looked over her needles, patting them lovingly, then placed them in her pocket. Red, yellow, blue, each served its purpose. She was the best in the hospital, but not just because of her little friends. It was because she cared about her patients. When she was needed, she set people at ease. Nevermind that all she had ever wanted to do was run her own art gallery. Her father had chosen to fund medical school, before cutting ties with her for marrying ‘the wrong bastard’.
Just yesterday, a brutal accident had taken the lives of four young women. Bette’s father, the sheriff, had wandered into the hospital to humilate her and force confidential information from her. Yet, the bastard still would not talk to her outside of work.
But nevermind.
Because after tonite, things were going to improve. For one, she would never again have to listen to William say ‘no dead bodies for dadda tonite’.
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Dr. Block is a bastard. I haven’t seen the movie (they split it up into two parts here, and only showed the Tarantino half last week, for one week. Everyone says I missed nothing, cos it was apparently “pish.” I’ll reserve judgement.), but I hope Blockhead meets a timely demise. The rabid TiBetter in me demands I say it: poor Tina. There. Duty’s done. Moving on! There gonna be a part 2 of this sequel, hb? Anyway, I haven’t forgotten that you left a cliffhanger last chap, I’m looking for resolution… (a happy one. Well as happy as happy can be in a post-apocalyptic planet filled with zombie ponies.) More soon, thanks!
apologies to the tibetters…i honestly meant nothing by it…*sheepish*…i’m working on that other cliffhanger, no worries…just can’t decide what to do with peggy. lol
Thank you thank you hb!! Now it makes more sense. My god Dr Block was a beast wasn’t he.I hope he got an especially gruesome demise. Too bad about Tina wannit? I am all torn up about that…lol. But, Bette’s daughter!! :( Also, I was wondering what was in the needles? Was Bette an addict,though certainly understandable if she was? Looking forward to more prequel, and don’t forget poor Peggy in pure peril! Oh, and how can the baby be bionic unless she gets bitten too, and it’s just not in good FORM to go around infecting babies, but of course, that is where little zombie pony comes in!! Who else would want to play with it??
It’s true, folks. HB did in fact zombify My Little Pony and it was very special. I’m so blessed to have seen it. I wish she would do that to my fucking EKG teacher, the wishy-washy, equivocating bitch! For the money I’m paying in tuition I should get someone who can answer a fucking question! I should get somebody helps you understand rather than cause confusion with her indecision! I should get somebody who’s prior teaching experience encompased more than bible class! 2 more weeks, 2 more weeks, just 2 more weeks and I’m done with her! Ah hem. You are going to show us the bastard meeting an unpleasant demise aren’t you? Yes, what DO those assorted needles do? They remind me that Al Pacino’s Scarface had a l’il friend that had something to do with shots as well. And let Tina’s fate be a lesson to us all. Your life can depend on regular vehicle maintenance. (By the way hb, I noticed you spell asshole as an unhyphenated compound word.)
Apparently, funny, we have forgotten our manners this morning. It should be, shut your pie hole PLEASE! ha ha
My extra sensitive sensitivity training tells me that possibly funnyone MAY have some kind of issue with her EKG instructor, but I MIGHT be wrong. I think hb should share the photos of my little zombie!! Waiting to hear about those “lil friends.” Plus, why why WHY was my Bette with that monster dude, her husband, not the zombies…
Oh well, at least you spared us the gory details of poor Tina’s demise. Feel free not to exercise such restraint when it’s Dr. Block’s turn.
lol…poor tina, indeed…uhhh, i didn’t explain the little needles hey…well, i’ve f**’ed up and forgotten in subsequent PT chapters that Dr. Porter is in fact, an anthesiologist (a word that i cannot possibly spell properly at this early hour)–why she goes into hysterics when helena gives birth, i dunno, maybe she missed that part during her med school training–anyhoo, the little needles are her little sleepy friends. one takes away the pain, the other, blahblah, i forget, so i’m going to have to look up the script online and fix it in the next story. lol! my little pony indeed…maybe caiohme will have a my little pony
Wow…love this, it makes everything in PT more understandable…Dr. Block is an asshole supreme, truly…pps
Moi? Issues? Why would you say that? Now shut your pie hole and pass me the voodoo doll. No, not the pony,