Caz: Second Generation Homicidal Maniac
I don't think this has ever been done before! Oh, wait..yeah it has.sorry. Well, Caz is me! Scared yet? Okay, this first chapter is kind of just an introduction thing. It introduces Caz and explains all about her and her voices. Fun! Okay..read and review, for I like reviews..they make me happy.
The radio blared as I drove in no particular direction. The song was 'Spiderwebs' by No Doubt. I sang to it. ((an: I have a way with words, huh? *Hugs her Zim plushy*)) Spotting a 7-11 up ahead, I cried out "'Freezy!" and pulled in the driveway. Securing a knife in my pocket in case there were a few assholes who tried to push me around, I got out of the car. 'Shit.' I thought as my shirt tore in the car door. I walked inside the convince shop. I licked my lips and headed to the machine. Picking up a cup, I filled half of the cup with Cherry Doom, then decided to fill the other half with Lemon Balm Crap. ((Mmm..Lemon Balm Crap..Yes, that's what the freezy's called.)) I walked to the counter and grabbed a chocolate bar. I looked at the woman in front of me and chirped "Hi there, Hello-my-name- is-Rebbeca!" The woman glared at me. 'She's not a nice person.' I thought to myself. "2.50." she grunted. I reached into my pocket for the money. Feeling the cold steel of the blade, I shrugged off the urge to kill. I threw the money on the counter and took my bag. Behind me, I heard the woman mutter "Bitch..." I whipped around, hands digging into my pocket. Slowly I took out the knife. The woman gapped. "Did you call me a 'bitch'? I think you did." I slid over to the counter and stuck the dagger to the woman's throat. "That wasn't nice. Apologize." I glared at her. Her mouth hung open. "YOU'RE INSANE!!!" she yelled at me. "I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT SECURITY IS ON THE WAY!" I smirked slightly, sensing fear in her voice. "Shut up." I said, blankly. I took the knife away from her throat, and threw it in the air. I grabbed it by the hilt in my other hand. Seeing the woman's fear, I took a jab at her heart. "You know." I said, like we were old friends. "You didn't apologize. Calling me a bitch wasn't a nice thing to do." I took the blade and held it so that it wouldn't cut me. With the hilt, I hit her head. "That was mean." I sliced her throat. "Awww..now my gloves are dirty. Too bad!". I put the knife into my boots. I walked out, sipping the brainfreezy. I drove home. Humming 'Chopsticks', I pulled into my driveway and stepped out of the car, slamming the door. I took a bit of the candy bar I had bought. Fumbling for my keys, I stood on the porch. Slowly I inserted the key and turned it. I stepped into the house. Still sipping the brainfreezy, I headed for the couch. "Not so fast, Caz!" A voice stopped me. I groaned and replied "Fuck off, you stupid Barbie doll!"
Humm.that's a good enough place! I only own Caz and the Barbie doll, which remains unnamed. I call her 'evil bitch girl', but that won't work. The story idea belongs to Jhonen Vasquez, and Spiderwebs belongs to No Doubt, and No Doubt belongs to them. I hope.Anyways, reviews are nice. And I like CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. No flamies! If anyone has suggestions, comments, or just wants to talk, AIM me at IrkenInvaderCaz, or email me at InvaderCaz@teenagedirtbag.com. Thank you, Amsterdam, GOODNIGHT! **Expect Chapter 2 in a couple of hours. I'm gonna go poke my brain with q-tips.
I don't think this has ever been done before! Oh, wait..yeah it has.sorry. Well, Caz is me! Scared yet? Okay, this first chapter is kind of just an introduction thing. It introduces Caz and explains all about her and her voices. Fun! Okay..read and review, for I like reviews..they make me happy.
The radio blared as I drove in no particular direction. The song was 'Spiderwebs' by No Doubt. I sang to it. ((an: I have a way with words, huh? *Hugs her Zim plushy*)) Spotting a 7-11 up ahead, I cried out "'Freezy!" and pulled in the driveway. Securing a knife in my pocket in case there were a few assholes who tried to push me around, I got out of the car. 'Shit.' I thought as my shirt tore in the car door. I walked inside the convince shop. I licked my lips and headed to the machine. Picking up a cup, I filled half of the cup with Cherry Doom, then decided to fill the other half with Lemon Balm Crap. ((Mmm..Lemon Balm Crap..Yes, that's what the freezy's called.)) I walked to the counter and grabbed a chocolate bar. I looked at the woman in front of me and chirped "Hi there, Hello-my-name- is-Rebbeca!" The woman glared at me. 'She's not a nice person.' I thought to myself. "2.50." she grunted. I reached into my pocket for the money. Feeling the cold steel of the blade, I shrugged off the urge to kill. I threw the money on the counter and took my bag. Behind me, I heard the woman mutter "Bitch..." I whipped around, hands digging into my pocket. Slowly I took out the knife. The woman gapped. "Did you call me a 'bitch'? I think you did." I slid over to the counter and stuck the dagger to the woman's throat. "That wasn't nice. Apologize." I glared at her. Her mouth hung open. "YOU'RE INSANE!!!" she yelled at me. "I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT SECURITY IS ON THE WAY!" I smirked slightly, sensing fear in her voice. "Shut up." I said, blankly. I took the knife away from her throat, and threw it in the air. I grabbed it by the hilt in my other hand. Seeing the woman's fear, I took a jab at her heart. "You know." I said, like we were old friends. "You didn't apologize. Calling me a bitch wasn't a nice thing to do." I took the blade and held it so that it wouldn't cut me. With the hilt, I hit her head. "That was mean." I sliced her throat. "Awww..now my gloves are dirty. Too bad!". I put the knife into my boots. I walked out, sipping the brainfreezy. I drove home. Humming 'Chopsticks', I pulled into my driveway and stepped out of the car, slamming the door. I took a bit of the candy bar I had bought. Fumbling for my keys, I stood on the porch. Slowly I inserted the key and turned it. I stepped into the house. Still sipping the brainfreezy, I headed for the couch. "Not so fast, Caz!" A voice stopped me. I groaned and replied "Fuck off, you stupid Barbie doll!"
Humm.that's a good enough place! I only own Caz and the Barbie doll, which remains unnamed. I call her 'evil bitch girl', but that won't work. The story idea belongs to Jhonen Vasquez, and Spiderwebs belongs to No Doubt, and No Doubt belongs to them. I hope.Anyways, reviews are nice. And I like CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. No flamies! If anyone has suggestions, comments, or just wants to talk, AIM me at IrkenInvaderCaz, or email me at InvaderCaz@teenagedirtbag.com. Thank you, Amsterdam, GOODNIGHT! **Expect Chapter 2 in a couple of hours. I'm gonna go poke my brain with q-tips.