Alright, I saw that story about the Mary Sues Must Die, and I swear, this story about Royce is NOT A MARY SUE STORY. No one in here has any fascination with a dead boy, half shaved, complete with brain leakage. Royce simply died on an empty stomach. Meant to be humorous.

Royce Clayton wandered up and down the cliff floor, dragging his baseball bat behind him on the gravel. Above him on the road, cars drove by.

He turned to his wrecked car, wheels in the air, and sighed. He wished, for the thousandth time, that he had not given in to that drag race. The guy had been an idiot and not worth it. He could be in school doing something normal right now, or at home, smelling his mothers Rhubarb pie and watching television with his father. At the thought of pie, his stomach gave a rumble, and he looked down at it.

"…shut up." He muttered; as if talking to it would knit the rash on one side of his body and make him live again so he could eat. He had not had dinner or lunch the day he had died.

Suddenly, he heard a noise up the cliff side and, looking up he saw a girl walking along, balancing with her arms held out to her sides so she wouldn't fall to the sheer rocks below. The cliff had two drop offs, the one where he had flipped his car and burst into flames, and the one below, that lead to the waters edge and that no one ever survived.

The first thing he noticed about this girl was that she was dressed differently. She wore a pleated, plaid skirt that would have turned some heads in his day, because it was so short, and a white muscle shirt, of the sort worn by the young men in the locker rooms at Royce's school. On her back was slung a book bag with a skull on it.

Royce, remembering his gurgling half a stomach, walked up to her, steadying his baseball bat, and he gritted his teeth when he saw that she had something in her hand, a wrapper of some sort.

Royce took a swing at her, and the bat smashed the side of her face into the side of the rock wall. Blood spurted in a ruby red fountain, and Royce grabbed her by the shoulder before she could fall. He tore her book bag off and let her teeter to the rocks below.

Crouching to examine his ill-gotten prize, Royce unzipped the bag and rooted through its contents. He saw a crumpled up bag with an unfamiliar logo on it and searched inside; nothing. She had obviously been hungry, too.

Growling in annoyance, Royce threw the book bag down below to meet its owner.

He looked off into the distance and wondered when he would be able to eat again.