Out of Character

        With a jolt, Sex sat up in her bed, resisting the will to scream. Eyes wide, she looked around the room, gently touching her body to check that she was still tangible. She sighed a breath of relief. There was still two days until the end of the world. She thanked God that War hadn't yet decided her useless and killed her in her sleep. Shuddering, she stood, admiring her body in the mirror pushing out of her mind all thoughts of her nightmare.
        She was an attractive woman, but her looks were masked by her many unsightly diseases. She touched her face softly, her expression full of worry and disgust as the herpes around her lips disappeared. She touched the various parts of her that hosted the STDs waiting to break out. She smiled, seeing her newly-youthful, healthy-looking body, laughing as she thought of all of the jealous men she would send into rage over having competition for her. That would please war, the best of friends fighting over who would be first and who would get the sloppy seconds, and even if War didn't go for that kind of play, she'd be quite content with giving them both a plethora of diseases and telling them that they were silly to fight over a girl. She also chuckled at the thought of all of the naive young men she would infect, imagining the terror on their faces as she gathered her things and told them that they had less than a say to live due to their newly acquired illnesses.
        "Slut! We're out of booze! Get your ass up and get me some vodka!" War stormed into the room, empty vodka in hand playfully holding the bottle in her hands like a machine gun and firing it at Sex and the various objects in her room.
        Casually, Sex turned toward the doorway, back straightening as she watched War's expression. War eyed her suspiciously.
        "You know, I've never seen your disease. Show me." She narrowed her eyes, looking Sex up and down.
        Sex smirked and closed her eyes, running her fingertips gracefully over her skin, seductively groping herself. She let out a soft moan for effect, opening one eye to see War's impatient and semi-disgusted reaction. Chuckling to herself she revealed the blemishes, out-breaks, boils, scars and unsightly parasites that overtook her diseased body. "Would you like me to spread my legs for you? That's quite the sight if you're interested," she asked sarcastically.
        War looked nauseated, but refused to lose her composure. "Shut the hell up." She rolled her eyes as Sex hid them again, smiling with the simple, nonchalant, touch of her hand. "What was with the theatrics before?"
        Chuckling, Sex looked back at her reflection. "For fun," she shrugged.
        War pursed her lips looking unamused. As she turned for the door with a wave of her hand she stopped short, eyes wide. A devilish smile crept on her face and she turned to face a confused looking Sex.

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        War waited outside of Sex's room, listening to what was happening, ear pressed to the door. She chuckled as she heard Sex give out a soft moan. She was very amused with her latest prank. Her lips formed a hard line as she heard a male's voice moaning something inaudible. Her eyes narrowed and she coughed loudly, silencing the room.
        Another soft moan escaped Sex followed by "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
        "War could hardly contain herself until she heard the male voice of Death yelling "OH MY GOD! THAT IS SO COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DISGUSTING! COVER IT UP FOR GOD'S SAKE!" She slumped against the door, tears stinging her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She clutched her stomach and gasped for breath in between fits of giggles. She all but fell over when Death hurriedly opened the door clutching his clothes in front of him. She almost passed out when she witnessed Sex stumbling out behind him, fully nude, covered in disease yelling "I'm a virgin, I swear!"
        As Death hurried down the hall War mustered the strength to yell "That's what you get for saying the 7 Years War was a joke!" She collapsed in a fit of giggles as Sex sent a giant crab to chase after him down the hall.
        "How out of character," Sex giggled.