Disclaimer:
This is THE disclaimer. for the rest of the parts, im not putting one in cause here it is for the entire story: NOT MINE. ha, perfect.
A/N:
I must say I am rather proud of this story... and it started because of me being mad at my biotchy preppy sister... err.... i wanted to cause her pain... lots of pain...
"More than Speed"
Prologue
"I'll get him tonight..." the man muttered to himself. He smiled gleefully as he packed a few necessaties. He couldnt help but feel giddy about the look he would soon be given. That of pure horror, hatred and maybe even contempt. Ooh, deffinately contempt. The sheer thought of the pain he would experiance. Oh, but he deserved it. The ever self-indulging vainess the other man held made him sick. Sick of selfishness. Sick of him and everything he stood for. His anger and lust for the other man's pain had grown inside of him, like a match becoming a raging bonfire shooting sparks out of his ears and burning his flesh from the inside out. But now the fire from that match would be relinquished.
As he walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs to the front door, he silently laughed, expressing on the outside no more than a joyous, conquering smirk. They didn't know. The arrogence of his housemates was phenomenal. his housemates, in which he was forced to endure, had no clue what he was up to.
He allowed himself a soft chuckle as he exited the house. The door closed behind him with a solidifying click.
"Yess..." he hissed to himself, "Tonight..."
Tonight.
This is THE disclaimer. for the rest of the parts, im not putting one in cause here it is for the entire story: NOT MINE. ha, perfect.
A/N:
I must say I am rather proud of this story... and it started because of me being mad at my biotchy preppy sister... err.... i wanted to cause her pain... lots of pain...
"More than Speed"
Prologue
"I'll get him tonight..." the man muttered to himself. He smiled gleefully as he packed a few necessaties. He couldnt help but feel giddy about the look he would soon be given. That of pure horror, hatred and maybe even contempt. Ooh, deffinately contempt. The sheer thought of the pain he would experiance. Oh, but he deserved it. The ever self-indulging vainess the other man held made him sick. Sick of selfishness. Sick of him and everything he stood for. His anger and lust for the other man's pain had grown inside of him, like a match becoming a raging bonfire shooting sparks out of his ears and burning his flesh from the inside out. But now the fire from that match would be relinquished.
As he walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs to the front door, he silently laughed, expressing on the outside no more than a joyous, conquering smirk. They didn't know. The arrogence of his housemates was phenomenal. his housemates, in which he was forced to endure, had no clue what he was up to.
He allowed himself a soft chuckle as he exited the house. The door closed behind him with a solidifying click.
"Yess..." he hissed to himself, "Tonight..."
Tonight.