Hey! Before you read, let me point out some important notes.
1. Sorry, no m/m pairings in this one. There's not a lot of m/f pairings either, but there are references to rape, sex, and such.
2. This story uses the Trigun characters, but I took the original plot and somewhat tossed it out the window. And I tried to keep them all in character, but there are changes simply to fit my story.
3. When you read, you're going to come across sentences and phrases that are familiar to you and you'll realize 'Hey! This is a line from my favorite song!' I did it on purpose. I put in song lyrics as part of people's conversation, so if it sounds familiar, you've probably heard it on the radio. And I'll mention musical artists, but the names will be somewhat off. The story is written under the assumption that Earth as we know it was around at some point but, like in a game of telephone, names and things get screwed up through time. At the end of the story I'll supply the phrase again, the song, the artist, and-if I know it-the album.
4. Also in line with 3, I have some book title/character references, but these are few and far between.
5. Please, please Review! Hell, I'll even read and review your stuff afterwards! ^.^ Even if you don't have any real thought about the story, just Review to say you read it and maybe a thumbs up/thumbs down.
*~* = POV or time change, it should be obvious which one it is when you read
*word* = emphasis
'word' = obviously means dialogue
word = inner thought
``lyrics`` = whenever there's someone singing in the backround.
(A friend pointed something out to me, cause he had no idea what a certain word meant. 'Nome' means no, it's a Southern/South-Western variation on it. E-mail if you see any other...strange words)
Comin' Up From Behind by Marcy Playground (source of title)
Ah, She's an eight ball.
She's a'rollin faster than a white wall.
She's got an avalanche packed into a snowball.
She's a losin all the links,
She's like a stonewall.
She's loaded up.
She's the underdog.
Gonna take a mighty swipe
At the high horse,
While'a sippin on her tricks
In a pitfall.
Makin eyes at the girls like bullfrogs,
I'm telling you, sir.
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind.
Yeah,
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind.
You'd like her hanging.
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling.
While your Wall Street pockets are jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games.
It's a longshot,
She's got her truth and her tongue for a slingshot.
But she's takin' steady aim
At the bigshots.
It's hard to miss the rolling bullets
On the blacktop.
You better watch your turf.
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind.
Yeah,
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind.
You had her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling.
While your golden-lined pockets were jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your wretched games.
She caught your sick lie,
It's creepin in the shadow of your white smile.
Lurking underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes.
Well, you're greasin' up the lance for your small-fry.
You wanna talk it up, do you?
Well you're floatin like a royal balloon -- oh.
Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon, well,
I think you found somebody to cut you down to size.
Well well.
Yeah,
She's comin up from behind,
She's comin up from behind...
1. Sorry, no m/m pairings in this one. There's not a lot of m/f pairings either, but there are references to rape, sex, and such.
2. This story uses the Trigun characters, but I took the original plot and somewhat tossed it out the window. And I tried to keep them all in character, but there are changes simply to fit my story.
3. When you read, you're going to come across sentences and phrases that are familiar to you and you'll realize 'Hey! This is a line from my favorite song!' I did it on purpose. I put in song lyrics as part of people's conversation, so if it sounds familiar, you've probably heard it on the radio. And I'll mention musical artists, but the names will be somewhat off. The story is written under the assumption that Earth as we know it was around at some point but, like in a game of telephone, names and things get screwed up through time. At the end of the story I'll supply the phrase again, the song, the artist, and-if I know it-the album.
4. Also in line with 3, I have some book title/character references, but these are few and far between.
5. Please, please Review! Hell, I'll even read and review your stuff afterwards! ^.^ Even if you don't have any real thought about the story, just Review to say you read it and maybe a thumbs up/thumbs down.
*~* = POV or time change, it should be obvious which one it is when you read
*word* = emphasis
'word' = obviously means dialogue
word = inner thought
``lyrics`` = whenever there's someone singing in the backround.
(A friend pointed something out to me, cause he had no idea what a certain word meant. 'Nome' means no, it's a Southern/South-Western variation on it. E-mail if you see any other...strange words)
Comin' Up From Behind by Marcy Playground (source of title)
Ah, She's an eight ball.
She's a'rollin faster than a white wall.
She's got an avalanche packed into a snowball.
She's a losin all the links,
She's like a stonewall.
She's loaded up.
She's the underdog.
Gonna take a mighty swipe
At the high horse,
While'a sippin on her tricks
In a pitfall.
Makin eyes at the girls like bullfrogs,
I'm telling you, sir.
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind.
Yeah,
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind.
You'd like her hanging.
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling.
While your Wall Street pockets are jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games.
It's a longshot,
She's got her truth and her tongue for a slingshot.
But she's takin' steady aim
At the bigshots.
It's hard to miss the rolling bullets
On the blacktop.
You better watch your turf.
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind.
Yeah,
She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind.
You had her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling.
While your golden-lined pockets were jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your wretched games.
She caught your sick lie,
It's creepin in the shadow of your white smile.
Lurking underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes.
Well, you're greasin' up the lance for your small-fry.
You wanna talk it up, do you?
Well you're floatin like a royal balloon -- oh.
Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon, well,
I think you found somebody to cut you down to size.
Well well.
Yeah,
She's comin up from behind,
She's comin up from behind...