O.D.
chapter 2
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. –sobbles-
A/N: People who've read my fic, "The Bonds of Love Die Hard" may be getting tired of me starting things with little verses I've made up. Oh well. I like 'em!
Yay for reviews and thank you soooooooooooo much, to everyone who provided them. Here's the second chapter you wanted…on with the mayhem…
Home-made dreams and plastic stars
Painted tears and make-up scars
Oh God, what had he done? Two lines of black tracked their ways down his ghostly cheeks.
And Brian always though he was the one to do the tempting… The powers of irony must be having a field day, he thought bitterly. Seducing school boys didn't seem terribly significant anymore, did it?
Why hadn't he woken up? The amount of adrenaline the doctors had forced into his veins should have had him bouncing off the walls but it had barely even got his pulse going again…
Brian's eyelid twitched briefly, making Curt's breath stick hard in his throat but no other movement had followed. Curt thought, once, about the amount of heroin swilling around in the guy's brain and shuddered.
Mandy had come in once, cried, screamed at him, cried some more, screamed at the doctors then left. Curt assumed she'd gone back to Shannon. The pathetic hanger-on, after realizing Brian was taken – Curt had made sure of that – seemed to have decided that Mandy was the next best thing.
A/N: Yeah, I'm afraid that's all I got for now. Pathetic, I know. There will be more, later… Read and review, critters!