You can all thank the author "leftcoastpunk" for giving me the idea to write an anti-pop fic. It stars some pop bastards as the evil sons of bitches(and bitches themselves) and the star of the "Fearless" book series by Francine Pascal as the kickass blond beauty heroine. Enjoy! By the way, I am the only male "Fearless" fan! See, the book was written for girls but surpasses the bounds of women-only writing! Anyway, I digress; enjoy!
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Gaia Moore was roaming the streets of New York City, as she often did, when she came across a couple of pop bastards trying to find some prostitutes to pose as their girlfriends. If you've read the book series, you'd know that Gaia often takes the law into her own hands. She has something along the lines of near superhuman strength, which you'd also know if you've read the book.
Oh, you probably have. -_-; Anyway, she recognized them as Justin Timberlake and some other bastard whose name I dunno.
"Hey, baby." one of the pop idiots said, in a voice that was apparently attempted seductiveness.
"Hey, bastard." Gaia retorted.
"Feisty, aren't you?" said the other.
Gaia smirked.
"More than you know."
"Care to come down to my place?"
"Care to get your ass kicked?"
"Show me your moves, baby." Justin replied.
Gaia had thousands of retorts for something like that in her head, but skipped the words, and went straight to the ass-whooping. In one sweeping roundhouse kick, which connected with a satisfying crack, Justin Timberlake lay on the ground. The other pop dickhead hovered over him.
"My lov--er, my...um...best friend!" he gasped horrified.
Gaia turned her back on this guy. What harm could he do? Could he sob her to death? So she kept walking.
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Gaia Moore was roaming the streets of New York City, as she often did, when she came across a couple of pop bastards trying to find some prostitutes to pose as their girlfriends. If you've read the book series, you'd know that Gaia often takes the law into her own hands. She has something along the lines of near superhuman strength, which you'd also know if you've read the book.
Oh, you probably have. -_-; Anyway, she recognized them as Justin Timberlake and some other bastard whose name I dunno.
"Hey, baby." one of the pop idiots said, in a voice that was apparently attempted seductiveness.
"Hey, bastard." Gaia retorted.
"Feisty, aren't you?" said the other.
Gaia smirked.
"More than you know."
"Care to come down to my place?"
"Care to get your ass kicked?"
"Show me your moves, baby." Justin replied.
Gaia had thousands of retorts for something like that in her head, but skipped the words, and went straight to the ass-whooping. In one sweeping roundhouse kick, which connected with a satisfying crack, Justin Timberlake lay on the ground. The other pop dickhead hovered over him.
"My lov--er, my...um...best friend!" he gasped horrified.
Gaia turned her back on this guy. What harm could he do? Could he sob her to death? So she kept walking.
