This is kinda different from my normal stuff but it's based off a dream i had once. it was in black and white and cyborg had a french accent. so yeah, MudsXCyborg or just cyborg gone cray cray. ONESHOT. rated T for "suggestive content" nah it's quite tame
Dark clouds were rolling in around the island. The water was getting cold and a bitter ocean wind blew in. The beach was starting to seem more like what it truly was, a plastic prison.
He lay in his bed reading about jazz when she walked in slowly with her tray, her long bangs covered up the dark shadows around her eyes. She had started putting on makeup for him. He turned the page of his magazine and huffed. Without looking up, he grumbled, "What's the news?"
She bent over his bedside table and placed down the tray. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a menacing grin spread over her face and a spark light up her eyes. As she rose her face resumed it's normal blank expression.
"He's dead" she said flatly.
"Dead?" his eyes darted feverishly across the room, The Clouds would be on there way.
She nodded.
"Well shit, we can't finish the album without him! He's all we got I can't si-"
She put a finger over his mouth and he flinched. She never touched him without him ordering her to-
"Not really dead- but they don't know that" she grinned.
"Wot are you getting at?"
She smiled bigger and picked the empty bottles around his bed up and placed them on her tray.
"The black clods attack when their enemy is at its weakest… face it, you have nothing without him, why did you bring him to this godforsaken place if he meant nothing to you. If he's gone, they'll come in swarms," she shrugged, "I'd much rather get them all out of the way at once then waste power shooting two or three each day."
He sat up and closed the magazine,
"Good plan" he murmmerd.
She stood beside him and ran her finger up and down his arm.
"I'll take care of it all. The clouds, the death, everything"
He let out a nervous laugh and stuck his leg out to get out of his bed. She was getting smart. Too smart to the point were she was the master.
"All I ask" she purred, "Is for you..."
He gulped and put the magazine on the table, she was too close,
"Cyb-"
"Kiss me!" she cooed, picking him up by the collar of his shirt and kissing him hard.
He was in shock and let it happen but snapped out of it when she bit and drew blood. She threw him back onto the headboard and without another word she picked up her tray and left. The only sound, the bottles clinking and her Cuban heeled boots thumping on the floor. Once he heard the door click shut, he threw the nightstand drawer open and pulled a screwdriver and pistol.
This had gone too far.
yeah so tell me what you think, keep in mind, this is from a dream so it's from my sleep mind not my normal mind, i'm not usually the noir sexy type