Tests, Quiz's, Robots and Killers Oh My!
Pt.8. He's.........human?

Note: I don't own makeawish.com...Ivyna does I think...I don't own Michelle, Cheetra or Starath (realized that I didn't say that before.... sorry Starath!) Don't own Hasbro (I'd kill myself if I did) uhhh..... I own my clothes my depression and me...oh, and I don't own Rampage...can I own his hot body though?

  I rolled over on my bed in the living room, and crunched my arm under me when I fell off.

  Oww....

  Rubbing my bruised arm, and still feeling angry and self-pitying from the previous night, I made my way to the kitchen only to realize that I wasn't hungry.  Turning face I came back out and plopped down onto the blankets on the couch. Grabbing the remote I turned on the television, unfortunately the only thing on at this unruly hour of the morning was reruns.

  "Oh yeah?  Well you can bloody well f*beeeep*k off!" Mr. Osborne yelled at his daughter, who proceeded to scream at her heroine addicted father in a language that made even me blush.  I turned it off and simply stared off into space, my teenage althzeimers brain slowly kickstarting to life.  Glancing at the watch on my wrist I found it to be eight in the bloody morning.  Once again, lets say it all together now kiddies...

  I Hate My Life.

  "Lady Venom?"

  Nurgh? I turned around to see Rampage standing in the hallway entrance, looking over to me.

  "Will you stop doing that?  How many times have I told you about that smile?!" I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.  But the damned robot caught it before it came even to close to connecting with him. Sprawling back on the couch I groaned, a whole week!   The red immortal had been with me a whole week, with no signs of wanting to leave.  Sure, I liked him, he was my favorite, and although my first encounter with him was certainly memorable, that by no means was an indication for him to become a permanent houseguest! 

   Hell, Megatron would have been easier to handle, just point him in the direction of the local gangs with a few choice instructions...Or Inferno, minus the flame-throwers.  Or Transmetal II Dinobot....

  Okay, maybe not so much Dinobot, but hey, that laser eye thing could really help with my cooking!

  A little magic wand sound startled me.

  "You've got mail."

  I slunk down even further amongst the blankets.  "I don't want it, send it back." I whined, but I pulled myself over to the desk nonetheless... whoa, that rhyme was so not planned, I swear!

  I was about to go to the computer when Rampage beat me to it and sat down in the chair, opening my mail.

   "Hey!  You cretin!!  Does it look like it's for you?" When he refused to acknowledge me, I settled for leaning over his shoulder since I didn't have the morning strength to fight him.

  "Hey, this email is from Hasbro.  Why would they email you?"

  I started to push him out of the chair, "Well if you would just move over!" I said in between grunts.  Trying to move the large immovable object in my way.  I guess he tired of the game because he decided to move suddenly, causing me to fall and skid across the chair, leaving my legs and arms dangling off each end.

  "Thank you very much you...you...ah my brain is to tired to insult."

  I began to read the letter, the very looong letter Hasbro had sent me.  I'll give you a shortened version.  Mainly because I believe Hasbro prolonged it for the pure reason of torturing me with political babble.

......................O.o...................Rampage......can become human?........

  "Lady Venom, I don't care for what you're feeling."

  Hehehehehe........He can become human!....... A hot human.....

  Now, normally, many teenage girls who would have a hot African -American in their home would want to take him out and try to date him, and show him off to their girlfriends (whataminute, sorry folks, that's any hot guy!) 

  Wanna know the only thing I could think of?

  Ack! Stop with the X-rated thoughts you pervs!

  Revenge! Namely on a certain overly tattooed ex boyfriend of mine......

  I turned to Rampage, who was watching me with a mix of curiosity and....was that fear I saw?......Ohh.....He has no idea......Okay, picture him human.... Picture him human........

  I opened one eye and saw.....Rampage......still robotic.........

 "What the frell?  Why aren't you human?!"

  "I don't know, why aren't you robotic?"

  O.o....." Is that the best insult you can come up with?" Maybe if I think really hard...Opening my eyes again I saw once again .... nothing ...... goddammit!  "Why aren't you human yet, the blasted email said it would work!" 

  "What was the name of the place Hasbro used again?"

  "Uh...makeawish.com.....But I don't feel like going online to find it...third times a charm, right?"

  Think human.... Think human......think human....

  "Did it work, are you human yet?" I refused to open my eyes until I was sure.

  I heard a soft sigh, "Lady Venom, I think we need to have a talk."

  "Huh, why?" I looked at him, and nearly died of shock.

  In front of me stood a light creamy chocolate colored man of about twenty.  Hair close cropped and black on his head....ohh...curly.....He was still taller than I was...but that was a given since everyone is taller than I am.....Damn growth stunt.....He was of medium build, but he lacked the tattoo that Cheetra had seen on him earlier, which was nice, since I refuse to see tattoos of any kind since Jonathan.  I then realized that he only wearing boxer shorts.  Tight boxer shorts.....

  "AHHH!" I turned around and covered my eyes, feeling suddenly very young and foolish.... Talk.... talk?.... Ohhh dear...I hated having the talk... now I have to give the talk....

  "Birds and bees can wait for later.... Just do me a favor and don't... Touch anything on you ......"

  He immediately removed his hand from his earlobe and looked at me.  Ye Gods his eyes! They were green, but almost transparent.... Like watered down grass on a summer day......I stared at his eyes for a minute before snapping out of my stupor.....Of course the pinch I gave myself helped....

  "Are...you still able to sense emotions?"

  He watched me for a second, before blushing inadvertently..........aw man....he can!

  "Well, whatever you feel is not what I should be feeling.  So ignore it."

  I grabbed his arm, and began to lead him to my room.  I needed to get him fully dressed before the others woke up.  I had one male outfit that just might fit him...I had found a few items in the male section I shop in and bought them because women clothes really suck compared to all the cool designs men get.

  I located the shiny dragon print button up shirt and baggy cargo pants; tossing them at him I looked away.

  "Alright, put those on and let me know if they fit alright."

  I heard the rustling of clothes, and felt myself seeing his half-naked body aga....OUCH!......I pinched myself again......Hmm....no wonder the Barbie liked h....OUCH! I'm gonna have a bruise there before the day is out....stupid teenage hormones........

  "I'm done."

  I turned to look at him, everything fit him snug, which was nice, but apparently the shirt was to small to close around his broad chest...so it was left open.......Whoooaaa....clean up the drool girl!.......You can not go gaga over a robot turned human that a television broadcasting system sent to live with you.....hmmm.... I have the makings of my very own soap opera...' Coming up next, what happens when Lady Venom falls for her charge after he's turned human.  Can she resist his charm? All this and more on The Twisted Lives of Fanfic Writers’ Yeeeeaaaa.... Like that'll sell......

Then again.....OUCH!! Goddammit!

  "Why are you hurting yourself?"

  Stupid emapths, stupid mind, stupid imagination...stupid Hasbro....

  "No reason."

TBC