-Fatal Luv-
Written by: *gasp!* Me!! Jester!! Muahahahaw!! . ... .
Ok, ok. Yeah, this is my first JtHM fic, so..flame me, adore me, praise me (*hint hint nudge nudge*) But please, R&R! BTW!!! This isnt exactly a story, just a little um.. "scene" i came up with in my mind..eh heh. And no! this is only the first chapter!!! Short, and pointless, each one will be, but it'll all add up in the end ^_~
Note- Alas! If any of you remember the infamous Typo, who wrote "Smash, Crash, and Bash" (in Gorillaz section), 'tis me!! I have returned to you all with a new subject to write about. So, tata!! lol.
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It was a wonderful Sunday morning, sky filled with practically black clouds, teasing to dump rain, hail, sleet and whatever else came with it all. Winds were reaching pretty high rates, and, to top it off, the temp. was down, WAY down. A young man seemed to be the only person out, wearing a totally black attire, which included shirt, pants, boots, and a long trenchcoat which whipped about behind him. A sickening grin was playing across his extremely pale skin, dark eyes glancing about casually. Once or twice he encountered a person on his little "mission", but he was too set upon something in that brewing mind of his to put any action against the stares he recieved. 'Oh..and you think YOU'RE the best dressed living sack of pig crap here??? I'll get you after I retrieve the pimply kid that works at Taco-Smell's spleen... He put 'friggin fries with my order..." A thoughtful look crossed his face as he passed the highschooler he'd just promised himself to come back for later. "I told him onion rings..."
5 minutes or so passed as he walked on, hands shoved in the large pockets, shrugging his shoulder as he began to feel the weight of the 10 knife and dagger assortment in his pack. He pushed the glass door open with his other shoulder, glancing about the practically abondoned place with a scornful eye.. (his other eye was shut as he reacted to the thick smell of grease and other un-named substances..)
After adjusting to the disgusting yet ALMOST tasteful smell, he moved forward and collapsed into an empty seat, shrugging shoulder once more, this time to allow the pack to drop to the floor. The abrupt sound of knife hitting floor, scraping against dagger, seemed to alarm the other occupants in the room, and a few left at almost a run. Nny watched the few of them scurry out, one, a father, smacked his son in the back of the head because he wouldnt move faster. "Hm...must of been here last Friday..." The people that hadn't left probably dismissed the sound and went back to eating, all but ignoring him now. "Great. Now, time to scowl.." And scowl he did... scouring the counters where the stupid boy would be...and his spleen...intestine, and perhaps liver.
Written by: *gasp!* Me!! Jester!! Muahahahaw!! . ... .
Ok, ok. Yeah, this is my first JtHM fic, so..flame me, adore me, praise me (*hint hint nudge nudge*) But please, R&R! BTW!!! This isnt exactly a story, just a little um.. "scene" i came up with in my mind..eh heh. And no! this is only the first chapter!!! Short, and pointless, each one will be, but it'll all add up in the end ^_~
Note- Alas! If any of you remember the infamous Typo, who wrote "Smash, Crash, and Bash" (in Gorillaz section), 'tis me!! I have returned to you all with a new subject to write about. So, tata!! lol.
- = - * _ + _ * - = -
It was a wonderful Sunday morning, sky filled with practically black clouds, teasing to dump rain, hail, sleet and whatever else came with it all. Winds were reaching pretty high rates, and, to top it off, the temp. was down, WAY down. A young man seemed to be the only person out, wearing a totally black attire, which included shirt, pants, boots, and a long trenchcoat which whipped about behind him. A sickening grin was playing across his extremely pale skin, dark eyes glancing about casually. Once or twice he encountered a person on his little "mission", but he was too set upon something in that brewing mind of his to put any action against the stares he recieved. 'Oh..and you think YOU'RE the best dressed living sack of pig crap here??? I'll get you after I retrieve the pimply kid that works at Taco-Smell's spleen... He put 'friggin fries with my order..." A thoughtful look crossed his face as he passed the highschooler he'd just promised himself to come back for later. "I told him onion rings..."
5 minutes or so passed as he walked on, hands shoved in the large pockets, shrugging his shoulder as he began to feel the weight of the 10 knife and dagger assortment in his pack. He pushed the glass door open with his other shoulder, glancing about the practically abondoned place with a scornful eye.. (his other eye was shut as he reacted to the thick smell of grease and other un-named substances..)
After adjusting to the disgusting yet ALMOST tasteful smell, he moved forward and collapsed into an empty seat, shrugging shoulder once more, this time to allow the pack to drop to the floor. The abrupt sound of knife hitting floor, scraping against dagger, seemed to alarm the other occupants in the room, and a few left at almost a run. Nny watched the few of them scurry out, one, a father, smacked his son in the back of the head because he wouldnt move faster. "Hm...must of been here last Friday..." The people that hadn't left probably dismissed the sound and went back to eating, all but ignoring him now. "Great. Now, time to scowl.." And scowl he did... scouring the counters where the stupid boy would be...and his spleen...intestine, and perhaps liver.