hummm.... the Kill Something series isn't really my usual style...
but it was kinda fun incorporating stuff from real life and
exaggerating it, and using miniatures of people. muhahahaha!
Hikari-san, you're never gonna forgive me... I don't have medical
insurance right now... be nice...
Warning: VERY OOC... very confusing, but which one of my fics
aren't? Ahahaha... -.-;; I need to adopt Hikari-san's more direct
style instead of loading the chapters full of symbolism and abstract
gibberish that means nothing to those who read it.... unless I write a
long author's note telling and narrating it.... urggggggggggg....
Standard disclaimers apply.
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Kill a Human
by Rubie
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The car fumed and screeched, then was silent.
"Noooooooo!!!" the boy wailed desperately.
The store opened and a girl stormed out. Van instinctively fumbled
at the manual door locks.
"This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not
happening," he reassured himself as he attempted to start the car
again. That baggie lady still had his credit card, but what the hell,
he'll cancel his account when he gets home.
If he gets home.
And right now, the possibility seemed to becoming more and more
distant.
Click.
A shoe bounced off his windshield and landed on the ground next
to his car. Van swore.
"You're that idiot's brother?! He gave me a sixty-one on my term
paper!" Hitomi screamed accusingly.
Van nodded silently from the safety of his car.
"He gave me a D-!" Hitomi continued, "and its all you're fault!"
"Mine? Wai-wait a minute! Tha- that's..." Van stammered
incoherently.
GADDESS IS CUTE the neon sign obnoxiously flashed from the
background.
"You Die!"
Van shifted to the end of his seat as the girl's face pressed into his
window. He fumbled through his jacket for his cell phone,
mentally timing how long it would take for the police to reach him.
He could always scream and yell, but the gas station wasn't
anywhere close to civilization. And he still needed to go to the
bathroom.
"DIEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,"
Van recited as he dug through his car for his phone with trembling
hands and limited success. He was going to remain calm. He was going
to remain sane. He was going to sue once he returns home for
psychological damages. "... someone gently rapping, rapping at my
chamber door," he continued.
Thud.
"Die! Die! Die!"
He hoped his car was okay. He couldn't quite tell what Hitomi
threw at it.
"... Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I sought to borrow --,"
Van paused. What was the rest of the poem? He forgot. What was
the title? He didn't quite remember that either.
A gust of wind suddenly invaded his sanctuary, and Van caught
himself before a frustrated yelp escaped from his throat. He had
forgotten to lock the back doors.
SMOG CHECK CHEAP flashed the neon sign.
Hitomi looked frightening. Her face was flushed where it had been
unhappily crushed against the window. He was pretty sure one of
her shoes was still missing. He couldn't quite make sure from his
position in the driver's seat, since she had chosen to position
herself directly behind him. He didn't bother to move into a more
comfortable position of observe her actions, but instead struggled
to unlock his door. The manual lock snapped open, followed by the
door, and he bolted for the safety of the supply store.
He was out of the car in an instant. And just as he prepared to give
himself some momentum, the ground suddenly pulled away from
him and the sky titled at an odd angle. His legs came into view, and
he had a strange sensation of being thrown backwards into a pool.
Damn. His seatbelt.
His body was twisted in an extremely uncomfortable position. He
turned in a desperate attempt to free himself.
Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
"Shut up!" Van accidentally screamed out loud as he pulled his
elbow away from the steering wheel. The horn was really annoying
especially with the car door open. It was becoming strangely stuffy
somehow. He couldn't breathe properly.
"Interesting."
Van froze. He couldn't quite see the girl from his position behind
the seat, but he was pretty sure she sprouted bat wings and grew
fangs.
"I don't really have to do anything. You're killing yourself
already."
"Wh-what?" Van gasped.
Hitomi's face suddenly popped into his line of sight. "Your neck,"
she pointed.
He suddenly realized he was choking himself with his seat belt. He
untangled himself with some difficulty, and the girl watched with
amusement. He could feel himself flushing angrily as he pulled
himself into a sitting position.
Click.
A twinkie bounced off his windshield.
"My dad called and said you're fired!" Allen called from the
window of the supply store. "Your pay check's going to be
deducted to pay for the damages. You can go home right now,
Hitomi. A bill will be sent to you tomorrow."
Van blinked. He glanced quickly at the girl sitting behind him for a
reaction. Perhaps he should consider running again.
Hitomi was unsettlingly calm. He swallowed uncomfortably.
"I think we should go hurt that guy," she said, her voice oozing
with honey and sugar.
"Eh? No, wait! But I-" Van stammered again. He caught himself
and flushed in frustration.
"Oh well, it doesn't matter," Hitomi sighed indifferently.
"Eh? Wha- what? But I thought -- didn't you -- but he fired you
--" Van paused. His words sounded strangely violence-promoting.
Hitomi shrugged, "He says that every time I damage something.
But my stepdad doesn't ever fire me if he wants to sleep safely in
bed at night with my mom."
Van's eyes felt like they were unusually strained and bulging. He
blinked.
"I doesn't matter," Hitomi paused in thought, before turning to him
with a bright smile. Van cringed. "I don't believe we've been
introduced under very agreeable terms. Lets try this again. My
name is Kanzaki Hitomi. What's yours?"
"..."
PLEASE HELP GADDETH flashed the neon sign.
End.
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Woah! My first finished mini-series!!!!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! I always thought it would be Crash
and Burn but guess not. *sigh.... humm... not much to say here...
but any questions, comments, or concerns welcome!
Humm.. no caffine for this fic, inspired by flunking yet another
test... .;; But after this Monday, I'm FREE! MUHAHAHAHA!
Updates for the archive and awards coming soon... =}
but it was kinda fun incorporating stuff from real life and
exaggerating it, and using miniatures of people. muhahahaha!
Hikari-san, you're never gonna forgive me... I don't have medical
insurance right now... be nice...
Warning: VERY OOC... very confusing, but which one of my fics
aren't? Ahahaha... -.-;; I need to adopt Hikari-san's more direct
style instead of loading the chapters full of symbolism and abstract
gibberish that means nothing to those who read it.... unless I write a
long author's note telling and narrating it.... urggggggggggg....
Standard disclaimers apply.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Kill a Human
by Rubie
----------------------------------------------------------------------
The car fumed and screeched, then was silent.
"Noooooooo!!!" the boy wailed desperately.
The store opened and a girl stormed out. Van instinctively fumbled
at the manual door locks.
"This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not
happening," he reassured himself as he attempted to start the car
again. That baggie lady still had his credit card, but what the hell,
he'll cancel his account when he gets home.
If he gets home.
And right now, the possibility seemed to becoming more and more
distant.
Click.
A shoe bounced off his windshield and landed on the ground next
to his car. Van swore.
"You're that idiot's brother?! He gave me a sixty-one on my term
paper!" Hitomi screamed accusingly.
Van nodded silently from the safety of his car.
"He gave me a D-!" Hitomi continued, "and its all you're fault!"
"Mine? Wai-wait a minute! Tha- that's..." Van stammered
incoherently.
GADDESS IS CUTE the neon sign obnoxiously flashed from the
background.
"You Die!"
Van shifted to the end of his seat as the girl's face pressed into his
window. He fumbled through his jacket for his cell phone,
mentally timing how long it would take for the police to reach him.
He could always scream and yell, but the gas station wasn't
anywhere close to civilization. And he still needed to go to the
bathroom.
"DIEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,"
Van recited as he dug through his car for his phone with trembling
hands and limited success. He was going to remain calm. He was going
to remain sane. He was going to sue once he returns home for
psychological damages. "... someone gently rapping, rapping at my
chamber door," he continued.
Thud.
"Die! Die! Die!"
He hoped his car was okay. He couldn't quite tell what Hitomi
threw at it.
"... Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I sought to borrow --,"
Van paused. What was the rest of the poem? He forgot. What was
the title? He didn't quite remember that either.
A gust of wind suddenly invaded his sanctuary, and Van caught
himself before a frustrated yelp escaped from his throat. He had
forgotten to lock the back doors.
SMOG CHECK CHEAP flashed the neon sign.
Hitomi looked frightening. Her face was flushed where it had been
unhappily crushed against the window. He was pretty sure one of
her shoes was still missing. He couldn't quite make sure from his
position in the driver's seat, since she had chosen to position
herself directly behind him. He didn't bother to move into a more
comfortable position of observe her actions, but instead struggled
to unlock his door. The manual lock snapped open, followed by the
door, and he bolted for the safety of the supply store.
He was out of the car in an instant. And just as he prepared to give
himself some momentum, the ground suddenly pulled away from
him and the sky titled at an odd angle. His legs came into view, and
he had a strange sensation of being thrown backwards into a pool.
Damn. His seatbelt.
His body was twisted in an extremely uncomfortable position. He
turned in a desperate attempt to free himself.
Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
"Shut up!" Van accidentally screamed out loud as he pulled his
elbow away from the steering wheel. The horn was really annoying
especially with the car door open. It was becoming strangely stuffy
somehow. He couldn't breathe properly.
"Interesting."
Van froze. He couldn't quite see the girl from his position behind
the seat, but he was pretty sure she sprouted bat wings and grew
fangs.
"I don't really have to do anything. You're killing yourself
already."
"Wh-what?" Van gasped.
Hitomi's face suddenly popped into his line of sight. "Your neck,"
she pointed.
He suddenly realized he was choking himself with his seat belt. He
untangled himself with some difficulty, and the girl watched with
amusement. He could feel himself flushing angrily as he pulled
himself into a sitting position.
Click.
A twinkie bounced off his windshield.
"My dad called and said you're fired!" Allen called from the
window of the supply store. "Your pay check's going to be
deducted to pay for the damages. You can go home right now,
Hitomi. A bill will be sent to you tomorrow."
Van blinked. He glanced quickly at the girl sitting behind him for a
reaction. Perhaps he should consider running again.
Hitomi was unsettlingly calm. He swallowed uncomfortably.
"I think we should go hurt that guy," she said, her voice oozing
with honey and sugar.
"Eh? No, wait! But I-" Van stammered again. He caught himself
and flushed in frustration.
"Oh well, it doesn't matter," Hitomi sighed indifferently.
"Eh? Wha- what? But I thought -- didn't you -- but he fired you
--" Van paused. His words sounded strangely violence-promoting.
Hitomi shrugged, "He says that every time I damage something.
But my stepdad doesn't ever fire me if he wants to sleep safely in
bed at night with my mom."
Van's eyes felt like they were unusually strained and bulging. He
blinked.
"I doesn't matter," Hitomi paused in thought, before turning to him
with a bright smile. Van cringed. "I don't believe we've been
introduced under very agreeable terms. Lets try this again. My
name is Kanzaki Hitomi. What's yours?"
"..."
PLEASE HELP GADDETH flashed the neon sign.
End.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Woah! My first finished mini-series!!!!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! I always thought it would be Crash
and Burn but guess not. *sigh.... humm... not much to say here...
but any questions, comments, or concerns welcome!
Humm.. no caffine for this fic, inspired by flunking yet another
test... .;; But after this Monday, I'm FREE! MUHAHAHAHA!
Updates for the archive and awards coming soon... =}
