A Clockwork Orange/The Crow Fanfiction... two complete opposites from two different films end up clashing in this fanfiction.
Author's Note: This fanfiction comprises characters from two of my personal favorite films, A Clockwork Orange and The Crow. Alex and other A Clockwork Orange characters are, of course, property of Anthony Burgess and any characters from The Crow (Eric and Sarah,ect.) are the creation of (original The Crow comic series writer, from which the movie is based) James O'Barr and not myself. The collaborative idea, plotlines, and all other aspects not tied with A Clockwork Ornage or The Crow are original and entirely my own. I look forward to any constructive criticism or positive comments you, as a reader, might have and I am also open to sugguestions (if I do not wind up using them, I apologize in advance and do not mean anything in not doing so.) May you enjoy this concoction.
Ch.1: Unfinished Business
It was near dusk when your humble narrator went to gather the droogs and head to the local Korova to grab a moloko before a bit of the old ultra-violence for the evening.
Once we had had our beverage, the droogs and I stepped out onto the streets. It was then that your humble narrator, Alex DeLarge announced a new scheme.
"O my brothers, it appears to me that we have done our deeds on these same streets a while now... so my fair droogs, I say we shall tottle on to new streets... new streets with fresh devotchkas and many-a-chelloveck."
"I say, Alex, there be plenty cutter unstolen here on these same streets." Georgie added.
"And I say, I lead and I am searching next town over with you following."
Big Ben sounded the start of our journey into unknown territories.
It was nearly pitch black and was constantly raining where we went. A horrorshow setting for a night of in-out, in-out it seemed to me.
I lowered my derby and the droogs and I went shuffling down the damp sidewalks till' I viddied a blonde little devotchka in fishnets and grunge clothing.
Dim, Georgie, Pete and I started her way, then slid behind a nearby brick building. Once the blonde had passed us, I followed her with Georgie right behind me and Pete and Dim trailing after.
"got the Nozh?" Georgie whispered as we were stalking.
I flashed it, along with a smile. The moon beams reflected off the chrome of the nozh.
"O course, my brother. Britvas?" I added.
They held up the tools and shined them.
After about ten minutes of trailing this devotchka, she stopped at the door of a run-down slum of an apartment and opened.
When she walked in, I noticed it was dark and there seemed to be nobody in sight.
Jackpot.
"This'll be horrorshow, boys." came the whisper of your humble narrator.
Before she could close the door behind her, I snatched up that little blonde and threw her on the sofa.
She screamed and when she did, Pete covered her rot and tied her at the wrists. Dim brought out his britva for scare-tactic and teased her while Georgie and I made moves.
"Ya' like it, dontcha'?" I said as I thrusted my groin onto her.
Her muffled screams urged me, beckoned me to go further.
I glanced out the small window at the peircing rain and chuckled.
"I'm singin' in the rain...just singin' in the rain...what a wonderful feeling..." I sang, moving myself to match its rythym. "I'm happy again..."
My hands slid to the lining of her skirt and the tears fell and the muffled screams fought harder to break free of their entrapment.
The in-out, in-out was interrupted before its course though. I had yet to get into it with the devotchka before a mime-looking chelloveck came striding in with multiple witicisms and sarcastic shots.
I eased off the blonde. Pete, Georgie and Dim lifted her from the sofa by waist and shoulders and held her, following me closely until reaching the comfortable distance of ten feet from the scene I was to conduct.
"O my brothers... I seem to viddy a solitary chelloveck... attempting to cease our night of ultra-violence."
Chuckles followed this remark.
"Your brothers? Quite the dysfunctional family..."
This remark, of course, hadn't shaken me. I simply laughed and drew my nozh from my pocket. Georgie and Dim pulled out britvas to accompany my threat while Pete held the devotchka back by her shoulders.
"You move... you're dead..." Dim whispered threateningly.
"And I say... I'm dead... and I move..." The clown retorted.
The painted-faced chelloveck took a step towards me.
This odd bit of, what I considered to be, mockery wasn't to be taken, so, I lunged forward, plunging my nozh into his heart.
He gasped, began to collapse, straightened...running a hand across his bloodied chest.
The wound vanished.
This sudden turn of events left me, for once, out of ideas.
"What be you? A magician?"
"I am but man. I am Eric Draven, and Sarah is a friend of mine."
"You just wait," Georgie threatened, "one day we'll give you a tolchok to stop your breath... you won't be the hero then..."
With that statement, we left... our first night of unfinished business.