Warnings: This is a non-profit fanfic and it's a yaoi meaning guy on guy so….. Ye've been warned
Hey guy Razor Cut Throat here I know I said my first fic would be a Sweeney Todd but I couldn't think of a plot so I changed stories and if anyone has any ideas for Sweeney I would greatly appreciate it also I have dyslexia so please please forgive typos
The Strange Beginning
You would have always thought Mort Rainey loved Amy. Who would he turn to now that she was dead?
"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, SHOOTER!"
"Why do yah hate me Mistah Rainey? It wasn't like I killed anyone. Say why don you an' I go to town an' annoy them folk down there."
"I would love too, Mister Shooter, but…. YOU JUST HAD TO GET ME BANNED FROM THERE! You could have just let me talk it out and smooth things over with them (A/N: Amy and Ted), but nooooo you just had to FUCKING KILL HER!"
Mort slammed his laptop closed.
"What's a mattah, Mistah Rainey?"
"I can't believe I still fucking talk to you. To think that you were once my inspiration drives me mad. You know what, GO TO HELL AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Okay, fine Mistah Rainey. I can see I'm not wanted 'round here."
silence
Mort rose from the desk chair and made his way to the couch.
"Good riddance. Who needs that sorry son of a gun screw ball anyway."
KNOCK KNOCK
Mort looked at the clock. Midnight.
"I've slept 2 hours. Two goddamn fucking hours" as he made his way to the door.
"This better not be that screwy John Wayne" (A/N: Remember when Amy called after the fire and Mort answers "Is that you John Wayne" I do believe he was talking about Shooter)
Mort opened the door ready for anything. That is until he was tackled.
"Who are you and pray tell why are you on top of me?"
"Sorry sir but I'm being chased by a 70 old sheriff"
Mort took a deep breathe.
"Why?"
"You probably don't want to know."
"Humor me. You still haven't told me who you are or why you're straddling me"
"Ohh! Sorry sir"
scramble
Finally, Mort could see his assailant. He was kind of short (about 5' 7") had dark brown hair, but ice blue eyes. He was wearing hiking boots, khaki cargo pants, a white undershirt, and an unbuttoned plaid shirt that looked 3× to big. And to top it all off he had a guitar strapped to his back.
" He looks like he hasn't eaten nor slept in weeks!"
"You still haven't told me who you are?"
OO OMG! Just who is he? His name is… revealed in the next chapter. Sorry you have to wait. lP
By the way, "normal" mean dialogue "italics" mean thought
Mort: Shooter are you mad at me?
Shooter: YES!
Mort: Why?
Shooter: 'Cuz you was mean
Razor: lP sigh I'm surrounded by crazy peoples. REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!