YAY. More CraigxEric from me. After my poems were well-received and the lemon was generally praised, I decided to just screw my other fics and go to this one. This is due to my ADD. I have so many ideas floating around in my head.
Once I finish this one and the sequel I swear on my life I will update my older ones like the Chatroom fic, Little Superior Dude, Keeper, and Twilight Town Psychiatric Facility.
Except I dunno what the hell I want to do with Little Superior Dude. I mean it does need to have the last chapter. But I dunno what I want to do with it after that. It feels like it should be longer. I have some ideas from reviewers for Chatroom so I'm sure I can manage a few more chapters on that. I know Keeper's gonna be a pain in my ass because way more people reviewed than I anticipated. And Twilight Town's gonna be 15+ chapters. I can feel it in my bones.
So, the natural order of my updates will be as follows:
-This fanfic, which has been burned in my brain for about a month
-This fanfic's sequel, which is going to be about the same length if not longer since it will also be part action/adventure
-Little Superior Dude's final chapters. I'm aiming for 8 but since Vexen's already found the antidote there isn't much else to say. I should have never brought Alice in.
-Not another Chatroom Fic, which has some ideas from reviewers so I'll make it to at least 3 chapters.
-Twilight Town Psychiatric Facility, which is still a badass idea that hasn't been done for Kingdom Hearts yet.
-Keeper, which only needs a few more chapters: Mother, Father, Lover. That's it. So don't bitch at me for it.
SO NOW I CAN START. Hurray.
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Prologue
It was like hitting a delete button. That's all God had to do. Click on him and Craig and hit delete. And Craig was practically shoving the mouse in their direction.
"Please, Craig, don't drive…not when you're like this." Craig's clouded eyes met Eric's.
"Look, d'you think I givva damn if yer on top all the time? Dun tell me whut ta do…"
"Listen to yourself.
Your speech is slurred. How much have you had, Craig? And how many
heroin shots did you take?"
"I'm not on heroin." Craig
said. "Those'r knife pricks…"
"Why do you have to hurt yourself? Do I not make you happy enough?" You could cut the tension with a knife. Craig slammed the car door behind him.
"I'm coming, too, then…" Eric got into the car. Craig looked at Eric, smiled, and took his hand.
"Think we're gonna die?"
"Please let me drive, Craig."
"No. I'm all right. Seriously now. See, I'm not even slurring." It was the truth, but Eric could tell that it took all of his effort not to slur.
"…whatever, then." There was no point in arguing. Maybe if Craig was told he was drunk, he'd be a better driver. Or something. He started the car and backed out of the driveway.
"Hold on."
He sped down the street at about 15 miles per hour above the speed limit.
"Craig, slow down! PLEASE!"
"We're not going too fast, idiot…" Craig said, swerving slightly. They made it onto a main road.
"CRAIG!" Craig turned to Eric just as the car sped into the guardrail…
"…I love you. I'm sorry. You're mom won't be pleased." The car flipped and landed in a vacant lot. There it caught fire.
God hit delete. As Eric's head hit the pavement, he hoped that he wouldn't hit the recycling bin on Craig.
Craig, please…
God hit delete and it was over.
I love you.
How did it happen? Why did it come to this? We were supposed to leave…we were supposed to go away from here, to Europe.
What did I do to make you sick? Why, Craig…?
I thought you loved me.
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That was a really bad prologue/epilogue.
I SUCK HARD.
