A/N: This is not an official chapter for the story, this is a horror/comedy bit I came up with and decided to go through with and post up here. There are two deaths in here, so don't read this if you are squeamish...
As a great actor once said...
"I wouldn't trust no words writ down on no piece of paper"
Disclaimer - blah, blah, blah...don't own it.
An awkward silence settled on the campers. Kidonia clears her throat and looks up at the ceiling. Noticing the interesting decorations, she says "Nice pickaxes...How much?"
Befuddled by the peculiarity of this question, Stanley simply replies, "15 dollars." Kidonia nods, as if agreeing that it is a decent price and hands him the money. "I'll take one."
Simon, in an effort to repay the earlier kindness, gets a pickaxe down and gingerly holds it out toward her. "Thank you, Simon." she says sincerely, smiling as she carefully removes it from his grasp. He nods, keeping his eyes on the ground.
The group then heads out of the shop. Kidonia stops them before they can get in the vehicle. "Guys," she says, pickaxe still in hand, "I think this is the perfect time to introduce..." While this is going on, two unrelated things are occurring; coming up behind Kidonia is a Hispanic male and crossing through the woods towards our unwitting gang in an unknown man.
"As I was saying before the narrator interrupted me..." she continues, "This, everyone, is...Eric the Mexican!" Flourishing her pickaxe-holding hand in his direction, it lodges itself into his throat. He gurgles ineffectually and flails his arms towards the pickaxe. At this point, the unknown man begins his leisurely stroll across the gravel lot, whistling 'Singing in the Rain'.
Kidonia starts tugging on the pickaxe, attempting to dislodge it. As the whistling man crosses her path, she finally pulls it from Eric's trachea. Unfortunately, for the other man at least, the tug that removes it from Eric's neck forces it into his. At this, Kidonia lets out an aggravated cry of "Oh, not again!" and begins jerking the pickaxe once more.
Once it comes loose, causing a spurt of blood which streaks across her face, she heads back into the shop. Walking over to the service counter, she calls out "Simon? Stanley? Can I get another pickaxe? This one got all bloody..."
FIN.
A/N: How was that? If you even vaguely felt that was humorous, leave a review. I do not own the song 'Singing in the Rain'. Don't sue me. The next posting will be the real chapter 3 and will bump my rating to M, so make sure to remember that for future searches.
Irony: I do my best writing for this listening to bright, upbeat music.
I would like to thank Spy Moose and Zakillia for reviewing...
Spy Moose - Yes, it is a Psychological Thriller and I'm glad you liked when I made your character blush!
Zakillia - I'm glad you are looking forward to my next posting and I will indeed "Keep it up"...
Until next time just, uh...HANG OUT!
~Kidonia Shinji