I made this with my friend wile we were walking one day. she put it into
words for me.
Disclaimer: you and I both know that I or my friend don't own Harry Potter. We don't even have gum, Much less Harry Potter or any of the characters.
The Schizophrenic Suicide/Murder Mission
Moony sat, talking with Prongs on a small stone bridge
over a tiny creek. They conversed animatedly about
whatever they could think to talk about for several
hours.
"So," said Prongs, "I was about to get the cat out of
the dryer when the light bulb blew and I had to get out
my fishing boots to go down into the basement and get
a new one when I stepped on the antelope from hell
candle holder in the closet and my foot started
bleeding," he sighed, "then I went to find a band aid
and there wasn't one so I had to hobble over to the
neighbors house to ask for one. She answered the door
and all of a sudden I realized that I was in my
boxers, one bright yellow fishing boot in my mouth, my
foot in my hand, my glasses hanging off one ear, and
my hair up in my wife's rollers." Moony laughs, "So
she takes one look at me and goes, 'Lily still out of
town?'"
There was a sudden movement of Moony's arms.
Prongs stopped talking and watched as Moony shrugged it
off and set back to conversation. "So she gets me a
band aid and thank her and start hobbling back over to
my house when I realize that the band aid is blue and
will not match the fishing boots. So, I have to go
back over and ask for a yellow one," They talked on
for several minutes until Moony's hands twitched.
He looked up at Prongs with confusion, who replied,
"What the hell is wrong with you, I'm trying to tell a
story here."
Moony shook his head, "Not sure," all of a sudden his
hands, acting with a mind of there own went for his
pocket and snatched out the gun he hadn't known was
there.
"Remus, what the fuck?" asked Prongs as Moony brought
the gun to his own head.
"I can't live like this anymore," whimpered Moony,
"Don't kill me, please!" he cried. Prongs stopped
whining and watched in interest.
"My life's just not worth it!!! Spare me, I'm too
young to die!" screamed Moony in what was almost two
different voices. Prongs sat by with quite amusement.
"I'm so tired of living a lie...." Moony cried,
"Please, just let me live..." he pleaded
"It's not worth the trouble anymore. I have so much
left undone, please don't kill me." And on and on it
went. Moony arguing with himself and Prongs watching
silently.
"There's just nothing left for me....my friends, my
family, oh PLEASE, don't kill me!"
"I hate my life! Please, I LOVE being alive!!!"
Moony stopped arguing with himself and looked over at
his friend, still holding himself at gun point.
"James, I'm sorry, I just can't stay here. Please help
me, James!! I'm too young to die!!"
Prongs reached into his own pocket
"Nothing left to live for.....so much left to live
for. Oh, PLEASE!"
He pulled out his own gun
"It's just not worth it. Spare me, SPARE ME!"
He shot Moony in the head.
Moony fell silent and dead at the same time. Imagine
that.
"Poor bloke," Prongs muttered, "but I just had to put
him out of my misery,"
Prongs shakes his head and sits in silence for a split
second. Then he hops off the stone siding of the
bridge onto the road and skips home to wife and child.
so there it is make of it what you want.
Disclaimer: you and I both know that I or my friend don't own Harry Potter. We don't even have gum, Much less Harry Potter or any of the characters.
The Schizophrenic Suicide/Murder Mission
Moony sat, talking with Prongs on a small stone bridge
over a tiny creek. They conversed animatedly about
whatever they could think to talk about for several
hours.
"So," said Prongs, "I was about to get the cat out of
the dryer when the light bulb blew and I had to get out
my fishing boots to go down into the basement and get
a new one when I stepped on the antelope from hell
candle holder in the closet and my foot started
bleeding," he sighed, "then I went to find a band aid
and there wasn't one so I had to hobble over to the
neighbors house to ask for one. She answered the door
and all of a sudden I realized that I was in my
boxers, one bright yellow fishing boot in my mouth, my
foot in my hand, my glasses hanging off one ear, and
my hair up in my wife's rollers." Moony laughs, "So
she takes one look at me and goes, 'Lily still out of
town?'"
There was a sudden movement of Moony's arms.
Prongs stopped talking and watched as Moony shrugged it
off and set back to conversation. "So she gets me a
band aid and thank her and start hobbling back over to
my house when I realize that the band aid is blue and
will not match the fishing boots. So, I have to go
back over and ask for a yellow one," They talked on
for several minutes until Moony's hands twitched.
He looked up at Prongs with confusion, who replied,
"What the hell is wrong with you, I'm trying to tell a
story here."
Moony shook his head, "Not sure," all of a sudden his
hands, acting with a mind of there own went for his
pocket and snatched out the gun he hadn't known was
there.
"Remus, what the fuck?" asked Prongs as Moony brought
the gun to his own head.
"I can't live like this anymore," whimpered Moony,
"Don't kill me, please!" he cried. Prongs stopped
whining and watched in interest.
"My life's just not worth it!!! Spare me, I'm too
young to die!" screamed Moony in what was almost two
different voices. Prongs sat by with quite amusement.
"I'm so tired of living a lie...." Moony cried,
"Please, just let me live..." he pleaded
"It's not worth the trouble anymore. I have so much
left undone, please don't kill me." And on and on it
went. Moony arguing with himself and Prongs watching
silently.
"There's just nothing left for me....my friends, my
family, oh PLEASE, don't kill me!"
"I hate my life! Please, I LOVE being alive!!!"
Moony stopped arguing with himself and looked over at
his friend, still holding himself at gun point.
"James, I'm sorry, I just can't stay here. Please help
me, James!! I'm too young to die!!"
Prongs reached into his own pocket
"Nothing left to live for.....so much left to live
for. Oh, PLEASE!"
He pulled out his own gun
"It's just not worth it. Spare me, SPARE ME!"
He shot Moony in the head.
Moony fell silent and dead at the same time. Imagine
that.
"Poor bloke," Prongs muttered, "but I just had to put
him out of my misery,"
Prongs shakes his head and sits in silence for a split
second. Then he hops off the stone siding of the
bridge onto the road and skips home to wife and child.
so there it is make of it what you want.