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Disclaimer: X-men. Not mine. Arcane is mine.
The saying of this fic?
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit" as said by those incapable of its proper application and as such suffer from it a lot.
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"Hey buddy!"
The figure stopped but didn't turn around. His features were undistinguishable under his wide rimmed hat. The panhandler walked up to him. "Hey, buddy, you got any change?"
As it was, this particular panhandler was already nervous. After all, it was the dead of night and the only person around for blocks was this guy in the trenchcoat. Black. And it went down to his ankles. It was creepy.
But he needed money. And as they say, Money can't buy happiness; but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
"Change?" The voice carried no question or distinction. It was simply stating a fact.
"Yeah! Got any on ya?" The panhandler was immensely relieved. Guy was finally talking his lingo.
"No." His hopes crashed. "Go away."
"Aww, man…" He barely moved back ten feet when trenchcoat made a move, pulling out something from his pockets.
All he could see was the gun. It was pointed right at him. He screamed, but it was drowned out by the gunfire. It sounded like a sonicboom. He had just wanted some change…….
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Smiling grimly, he placed the gun back in his coat. The beggar was cowering, not realizing that he had shot behind him, not at him.
The man he shot was most certainly dead. He had thought to creep by him while he was occupied with the panhandler. But that wasn't important anymore. All wrongdoings had been righted, at least in his eyes. And it was time to go home.
"What the…..What you doing man? You insane?" The panhandler was wide-eyed at the corpse beside him. Obviously he had recovered somewhat. "You killed him!"
He smiled at the panhandler. His smiles had an odd effect on people. They tended to shut-up around him.
"I think he has change if you want it."
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Heh. Yes, another one of my OC's. Bear with me. Is he a mass murderer? Is he a gun for hire? Or is he the long arm of the law? We may never know……….
Until the next chapter.
Please be true.
Review.
Disclaimer: X-men. Not mine. Arcane is mine.
The saying of this fic?
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit" as said by those incapable of its proper application and as such suffer from it a lot.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
"Hey buddy!"
The figure stopped but didn't turn around. His features were undistinguishable under his wide rimmed hat. The panhandler walked up to him. "Hey, buddy, you got any change?"
As it was, this particular panhandler was already nervous. After all, it was the dead of night and the only person around for blocks was this guy in the trenchcoat. Black. And it went down to his ankles. It was creepy.
But he needed money. And as they say, Money can't buy happiness; but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
"Change?" The voice carried no question or distinction. It was simply stating a fact.
"Yeah! Got any on ya?" The panhandler was immensely relieved. Guy was finally talking his lingo.
"No." His hopes crashed. "Go away."
"Aww, man…" He barely moved back ten feet when trenchcoat made a move, pulling out something from his pockets.
All he could see was the gun. It was pointed right at him. He screamed, but it was drowned out by the gunfire. It sounded like a sonicboom. He had just wanted some change…….
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Smiling grimly, he placed the gun back in his coat. The beggar was cowering, not realizing that he had shot behind him, not at him.
The man he shot was most certainly dead. He had thought to creep by him while he was occupied with the panhandler. But that wasn't important anymore. All wrongdoings had been righted, at least in his eyes. And it was time to go home.
"What the…..What you doing man? You insane?" The panhandler was wide-eyed at the corpse beside him. Obviously he had recovered somewhat. "You killed him!"
He smiled at the panhandler. His smiles had an odd effect on people. They tended to shut-up around him.
"I think he has change if you want it."
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^**^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Heh. Yes, another one of my OC's. Bear with me. Is he a mass murderer? Is he a gun for hire? Or is he the long arm of the law? We may never know……….
Until the next chapter.
Please be true.
Review.
