JoJo's Bizarre Adventure owned by Hirohiko Araki

Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata

JoJo Bizarre's Adventure:
PRINCESS SWORD

~10~
'Desert Thunder'

Larc N. Ciel lost. The battle was so gory, there was no choice but to intentionally skip a whole chapter to avoid getting this story an extreme censorship.

Let us say the results... made her fall apart.

"... I'm sorry."

JoJo, Joanna Jochaum, had fallen to her knees, her shaking hand holding onto a round red ball.

It looked like a head... and its hair had bubblegum mint highlights in it.

Too bad the face was scarred beyond recognition.

"... Who... are you?"

"What do you think? The main antagonist. Hm-hmm-hmm."

Crushing the remains of Larc N. Ciel's body, was a boot. The boot belonged to Khaki pants, the khaki pants belonging to an belt made of twisting iron, the belt belonging to a military shirt, the shirt belonging to desert robes.

Everything belonged to a man with a twisted Military Cap, a tanned face, and decked out muscles over his arms, abs, and his face.

"The name is Desert Thunder... Nice to meet you, miss heroine."

"... What do you want with me?"

"Did you not receive Lord DIO's calling? He wants to meet you... personally."

"... What reason?"

"Hm-hmm-hmm. I'm not really sure about the details. He likes to keep his card to his chest, no matter how much I beg him to punish me with his feet and his harsh words. Frankly, it's a pain being completely useless in getting him to spill the beans."

"... And?"

"That's pretty much it. So, are you ready to-"

"Is that all?"

It was Desert Thunder's turn to turn quiet.

The small girl who was hugging a broken ball in the shape of a disconnected head... was no longer crying.

Tears did not fall... it was blood.

JoJo, was crying blood from her very eyes.

"You crushed my school, destroyed my normal life, and killed this stranger who offered her life to protect me?"

"... You mad, sis?"

Desert Thunder was smiling, licking his lips, and tipping his military cap.

"Are - you - mad?"

"... Yes - I - Am."

The Living Metal crashed down from the sky, landing directly behind the fallen JoJo who hugged the ball in the shape of a disconnected head. It stretched out hundreds of threads of mercury, protruding hundreds of wine-cork screws, Swiss army knives, daggers, butcher knives, and pitch forks.

Desert Thunder smiled wide - any more, and the skin on his lips will break and bleed.

"Bad - Eeeeeeeend~"

And the Metal Executioner begin it's final rampage on the small girl who held a disconnected head.

"... It's not over, Jojo."

Said that disconnected head.