DISCLAIMER AND STUFF:
I don't own Let Me In or Let the Right One In, etc, thought I'm proud to announce I now have the DVD. Don't be hating on me for favoring Abby over Elli - I'm a yank, deal with it. I don't own any songs by Taio Cruz, Skillet, nor Dynamite or Monster. So yeah.
This one is by MIKMO.
Oi! I need some input: Should I put an aftermath in here after the pool scene (if I do it like the movie), or just leave it as is? Note, I may do something totally different from the pool scene...so yeah.
The next day at school, Mikmo's Phy. Ed. class was going ice fishing. Mikmo loved the ice. It was his element. Eonic's class (they were in separate grades) was coming too, so Mikmo could annoy him all the while. What a perfect day! He had considered telling Eonic about last night, but was afraid he'd scold Mikmo for being perverted, or dismiss the event as a wet dream.
"Stay away from cracks in the ice!" the teacher called out to various kids, "I am not responsible for your freezing deaths!"
"What about our fiery deaths?" Mikmo asked, coming up alongside the teacher.
"Those too." he replied.
"YES!" Mikmo exclaimed.
He rushed ahead, and Eonic caught up to him.
"What are you planning...?" he asked Mikmo.
"Nothing, why? Can't I ice fish in peace without you accusing me a blowing up a subway?" Mikmo retaliated.
"I never said anything about a subway." Eonic said bluntly.
"Riiiight..." Mikmo said.
Twenty minutes later, everyone was settled down and waiting for a bite. Eonic was faring much better than Mikmo, as the British in him made him quite patient, while the Japanese made him very determined. Mikmo on the other hand was struggling to stay still and not make any noise. Crosses, hammers, sickles, and swastikas obviously didn't go together well. His quiet dilemma was interrupted by footsteps behind him.
"Hey, cunt!" Nikolai said to Mikmo, "Ready for a swim?"
"Eh...will it involve rape?" Mikmo asked, not looking at him.
"What? No!"
"Oh, alright then."
Mikmo set down his pool and twirled to look at Nikolai. Mikmo took a glass bottle full of a black liquid from his pocket.
"Mikmo..." Eonic said quietly, "...is that what I think it is?"
"What you gonna do with that, huh?" Nikolai asked Mikmo, shoving him a bit.
"I'll show you." Mikmo replied, popping the cork off of the bottle and stuffing a dry rag inside of it, sticking out slightly.
Eonic's eyes widened a bit, and he shook his head. Mikmo smiled sadistically, taking a lighter from his pocket.
"Eh...?" Nikolai looked confused. "GET READY FOR A SWIM, CUNT!"
He attempted to tackle Mikmo, but Mikmo quickly lit the rag on fire and smashed the bottle over Nikolai's head, effectively lighting him on fire.
"MOLOTOV, BITCH!" Mikmo screeched at him, jumping up and down.
Nikolai started screaming, as did his patsies. Suddenly, all the other kids started screaming and were running as fast as they could away from the ice. Mikmo looked towards the spot everyone was running away from...a body was frozen in the ice!
"Holy pop-tart in a pencil sharpener!" Mikmo shouted, walking away slowly.
Several hours later, the body had been cut out of the ice, and Mikmo was in the principle's office.
"Mikail Chernobyl..." she said, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't expel you."
"For what?" he asked.
"Let's see here...weapons violence, cursing, bringing weapons onto school property..."
"Yeah, I get it."
"Excuse me?"
At that moment, Eonic entered.
"Oh, Mr. Minamoto, can I help you with something?" the principle asked him.
"Um, no Mrs. Smith." he replied. Then to Mikmo he said, "Don't worry, Mom is on her way."
"How exactly are you two related, again?" the principle asked.
"It's very complicated, and involves war rape, kittens, and a very unlucky mailbox." Eonic explained.
"Oh. Ahem..."
Several minutes later, a young Japanese woman burst into the room.
"Mikail!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, hello, Ms...?" Principle Smith said, not knowing what to call the woman.
"Kagome Minamoto." she said, shaking the principle's hand, "Nice to meet you."
"Ahem...so, you are Eonic and Mikail's mother?"
"Why, yes I am."
"You seem a bit young..."
"Why thank you."
Several minutes later, they were all walking back to the apartment complex.
"Thanks, sissy." Eonic said, handing her ten dollars.
"Anything for my little bro...and some cash."
-LATER THAT NIGHT-
Mikmo and Eonic were just finishing up with dinner when the doorbell rang. Mikmo answered.
A policewoman flashing a badge was standing there.
"Hello." she said to Mikmo, "Is your mother or father home?"
"Eh...no. But my half-brother is." he replied.
"How old is he?"
"14, physically. Like, 80, mentally."
"Close enough."
"EONIC!" Mikmo called for his comrade.
"What?" he asked, coming to the door. "Oh. Eh, hello ma'me."
"Yes, hello. Could I ask you a few questions? There's been an incident with a man living in town. We're currently going house to house, apartment to apartment, asking questions about him."
"Oh, eh, of course. I've seen that done before. I'm afraid your grabbing at straws though, to be doing it. Mikmo, why don't you go to your room."
Mikmo complied and went to his room.
He plopped down on his bed and began knocking to Abby.
"H-I-W-H-A-T-S-U-P."
He waited a bit, but didn't get a response. Damn. Maybe the police woman had moved on and was question Abby and her father. Mikmo decided to go do something. Anything. He walked out of the apartment, and sure enough, the policewoman was there.
"You're wasting your time." he said to her bluntly.
"What do you mean?" she asked, suspicious.
"The daughter is pretty sickly, and her dad works sucky hours."
"Is that so? Well...thanks for your help."
Mikmo spun on the merry-go-round for a while, then did something he'd been dying to do for a long time. He took a bucket of water from inside, a large stick, and drew the words 'Napalm Strike' in the snow, then filled the crevices in the snow in with the water. Several minutes later, it had frozen solid.
-THE NEXT DAY-
Mikmo was leaving school, and witnessed something he would never forget, something he would enjoy for years to come. Nikolai getting owned.
"Hey, cripple!" a boy said, coming along side Nikolai.
"Shut up!" Nikolai retorted.
Nikolai had several severe burns all over him face. Mikmo relished the result of his work.
The boy proceeded to harass and annoy Nikolai for a while, before going away.
Mikmo proceeded home, and got a text.
"petrov n me cming 2 ur place at 10. b redy."
It was from Xenia. They was probably going to help Mikmo scout the place for any police or FBI stake outs.
Several hours later, he and Abby were sitting on the jungle gym, and Mikmo was happily telling her about what had went down the other day.
"So, they were gonna push me into a hole in the ice, and I took a bottle full of gasoline, lit it up, and smashed it over Nikolai's head!" she told her.
He figured if she didn't know what a video game was, she didn't know what a Molotov cocktail was either.
"You mean a Molotov cocktail?" she asked, to Mikmo's amazement.
"Uh, yeah."
They both laughed a little bit.
"He had to go to the hospital, and came back today with full third degree burns!"
She smiled a bit more.
"I almost got suspended, but I did it! I stood up to him and completely owned him!"
"Mikail..." she said to him.
"Yeah?"
Abby merely leaned down (she was sitting higher than him, though he didn't mind for some reason) and kissed him on the cheek. After a few moments of shock, he smiled wide.
"Hey," he asked, "Wanna go somewhere?"
"Like where? Not the arcade again, I hope."
"Don't worry, it'll be awesome."
A few minutes later, they were down in the basement area of the complex. Well, a area of the complex's basement. But still.
It was a small room, with couches, lamps, stereos, the like. Graffiti was all over the place. Mikmo pointed out a red star with a yellow 'M' in it to Abby - it was his claim of dominion over the place.
"My cousin Sam and his buddies would always hide out here when they still lived in the complex." Mikmo explained, "They'd smoke and drink and stuff, but sometimes, they'd be all sober, and be pretty cool. You can't tell me this place isn't cool."
"It is." Abby replied.
She looked at some stuff on a shelf as Mikmo took off his hat and gloves.
"I don't think any of the adults know about this place. Just us."
Fiddling with a stereo, Abby turned it on.
"...I throw my hands up in the air sometimes...saying ay-oh, gotta let go! I wanna celebrate and live my life, saying ay-oh, baby let's go!..."Dynamite! Happy accidents were so cool. Mikmo and Abby found themselves bobbing their heads and tapping their foots along with the music. They came to face each other.
"So..." Abby asked, "What'd you wanna do down here?"
"Uh..." Mikmo was caught off guard. He hadn't thought this far ahead.
"...Cause I told you once, now I told you twice, we gonna light this up, like its dynamite!...""I think I have and idea..." Mikmo told her. "Keep your eyes closed."
She complied, and he took his switchblade out and cut his thumb, letting blood flow out.
"Let's make a pact." he proposed.
Abby opened her eyes, and looked at his thumb.
"It only hurts for a second." he offered, holding the blade out for her to take.
His blood was dripping to the floor. She was looking at him strangely now. Suddenly, the stereo made a garbled, warped sound, and it changed songs. Damn happy accidents. They seemed to follow Mikmo everywhere.
"...The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it..."Abby looked really pissed now. Growling, suddenly, she dropped to the floor, and began licking up the blood!
"...It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster..."
Mikmo stared in shocked silence as she did so. Then, she looked up at him, and his heart stopped, his blood running cold. Her eyes had turned shadowy with white irises, her skin terrible, and he could make out very sharp teeth in her mouth.
"Abby..." he asked.
"Go away..." she said in a deep, monstrous voice. She looked and sounded just like the monster girl from the tunnel.
"...I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I've gotta lose control, he something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster...""GO AWAY!" she said more forcefully. When he didn't comply, she quickly jumped to her feet, and ran past him, shoving him aside, up the stairs.
Mikmo looked at the doorway for a minute, then looked towards the stereo. He picked a book up and threw it at the stereo, effectively silencing it.
"Fuck you, Skillet." he said to no one in particular.
Then, he rushed up the stairs after her. He saw Petrov and Xenia walking through the courtyard to his apartment...and Abby in a tree above them. He inhaled sharply, realizing what was about to happen, but staying hidden.
Abby pounced, tackling Petrov to the ground and tearing huge chunks from his neck while Xenia desperately tried to pry her off of him. After less than a minute of struggling, she shrieked, shoved Xenia to the ground, and took off running, scaling the fence at the side of the courtyard in less than a second.
Mikmo stared in disbelief, and his eyes drifted to the 'Napalm Strike' he has frozen into the snow, which was now soaked in Petrov's blood. He didn't bother helping Xenia. He just snuck back up to his apartment, and went inside, thinking:
"Yup...My girlfriend's a monster."