A random little ficlet. \/\/007. ._. Okay, no more l33t for me, or whatever
it's called.. Er. Anyways. Reward to anyone who knows who it is. ^_^
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Megaman. Capcom does, if I'm correct. "Bodies" is owned by Drowning Pool. ~-~
The corpse of the man fell over. He looked down spitefully.
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
A beat of boots carried over to his artifical ears. Turning, he looked over and saw a group of hunters, ready to fight. Why did they beat him for having a bit of fun?
Beaten why for
Can't take much more
He wasn't sick as they thought he was. He was fine mentally. He loved this; so freeing.
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
Both sides of him - maverick and non - knew something had to surrender it was the maverick side that ruled supreme, yet the normal side stood still, sometimes stopping him, always, always in his way.
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now
He defended herself, fighting the hunters. Weaklings they were, really. Down went one, down went the other. All fell easily. A sigh whispered out of his mouth. Why must they fight him? He looked at the bodies, and a shudder ran through him body. Maybe killing himself. . . no. Never.
Let the bodies hit the floor
Push me again
This is the end
Skin against skin blood and bone
He leaned against the alley wall tiredly. His maverick side was rising up again. Stupid blood; stupid sense of smell, however artifical it may be. A boiling mix of rage and fear consumed his heart and brain.
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in now you're here
Driven by hate consumed by fear
A curious human could be heard walking into the alley. Her nervous movements were like sirens; loud and clear. He tensed for some more fun that night.
Let the bodies hit the floor
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Megaman. Capcom does, if I'm correct. "Bodies" is owned by Drowning Pool. ~-~
The corpse of the man fell over. He looked down spitefully.
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
A beat of boots carried over to his artifical ears. Turning, he looked over and saw a group of hunters, ready to fight. Why did they beat him for having a bit of fun?
Beaten why for
Can't take much more
He wasn't sick as they thought he was. He was fine mentally. He loved this; so freeing.
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
Both sides of him - maverick and non - knew something had to surrender it was the maverick side that ruled supreme, yet the normal side stood still, sometimes stopping him, always, always in his way.
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now
He defended herself, fighting the hunters. Weaklings they were, really. Down went one, down went the other. All fell easily. A sigh whispered out of his mouth. Why must they fight him? He looked at the bodies, and a shudder ran through him body. Maybe killing himself. . . no. Never.
Let the bodies hit the floor
Push me again
This is the end
Skin against skin blood and bone
He leaned against the alley wall tiredly. His maverick side was rising up again. Stupid blood; stupid sense of smell, however artifical it may be. A boiling mix of rage and fear consumed his heart and brain.
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in now you're here
Driven by hate consumed by fear
A curious human could be heard walking into the alley. Her nervous movements were like sirens; loud and clear. He tensed for some more fun that night.
Let the bodies hit the floor