I don't own CB. (But I can dream can't I?)
LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A DREAM
He enter is apartment house, completely soak to the bone, by no thanks from the rain. He shut the door behind him, and lock it. He shook himself, much like a dog would, to get some of the rain off of himself. Taking off his coat and boots, he slowly had his way to the bathroom, where he decide to take a shower. He didn't take a hot shower, more of a freezing cold one. The cold didn't bother him at all, in fact he didn't really notice the water was cold at all.
He got out of the shower and walked to his bedroom, wearing a pair of black silk boxers, while drying his long sliver hair with a blue towel. (A/N: mmmmmmmmm…..Vicious in nothing but boxers…….*howls*) There was nothing in the bedroom, which for his bed, a stand with a light on it and a phone, and his pet bird. The window was open, and a cold September wind, blew through it, making his bird ruffle its feathers.
He threw his wet towel on to the floor and went over to see if he had any messages. Of course he didn't have any. He only got them, if the Vans wanted him to do a mission for them. They were lazy fools to him, that didn't deserve to live. He hated doing their biding, but he knew that the Red Dragons was the only life he had. Even if he wanted to get out of it, he would have nothing left to do, nothing to look forward.
He could go back to where he lived as a little boy. But he hated it there. After his parents die, he was sent to live with his Uncle. His uncle was a rich man, who took great "pity" on him. Vicious hated to be pity, that has one of the reason he left his uncle's ranch. He knew his uncle didn't even want to take him in the first place. No one did. His uncle even told him once that he was a bastard's son of a whore, who said have been left to die. His uncle blame Vicious that his brother was end, and that it was his and his mother fault. That he only took Vicious in because the law made him do so, otherwise his uncle would have left him on the streets to die. (A/N: WHAT? THAT BASTARD UNLCE! GRRR DIE!!!!!!! NO ONE HURTS MY VICIOUS AND LIVES TO TELL ABOUT IT!:@) But a lot of time had past since that and his uncle was a very lonely man, with no children of his own. He wrote Vicious a letter saying he was sorry and that he could come live with him anytime he wanted too. But Vicious wouldn't want to go back there. Not even if his life dependent on it. (A/N: That a good boy, Vicious. Not take his shit!) He would never go back to that hell hole.
He sat down on his bed and thought it would be best for him to get some sleep.
LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A DREAM
He enter is apartment house, completely soak to the bone, by no thanks from the rain. He shut the door behind him, and lock it. He shook himself, much like a dog would, to get some of the rain off of himself. Taking off his coat and boots, he slowly had his way to the bathroom, where he decide to take a shower. He didn't take a hot shower, more of a freezing cold one. The cold didn't bother him at all, in fact he didn't really notice the water was cold at all.
He got out of the shower and walked to his bedroom, wearing a pair of black silk boxers, while drying his long sliver hair with a blue towel. (A/N: mmmmmmmmm…..Vicious in nothing but boxers…….*howls*) There was nothing in the bedroom, which for his bed, a stand with a light on it and a phone, and his pet bird. The window was open, and a cold September wind, blew through it, making his bird ruffle its feathers.
He threw his wet towel on to the floor and went over to see if he had any messages. Of course he didn't have any. He only got them, if the Vans wanted him to do a mission for them. They were lazy fools to him, that didn't deserve to live. He hated doing their biding, but he knew that the Red Dragons was the only life he had. Even if he wanted to get out of it, he would have nothing left to do, nothing to look forward.
He could go back to where he lived as a little boy. But he hated it there. After his parents die, he was sent to live with his Uncle. His uncle was a rich man, who took great "pity" on him. Vicious hated to be pity, that has one of the reason he left his uncle's ranch. He knew his uncle didn't even want to take him in the first place. No one did. His uncle even told him once that he was a bastard's son of a whore, who said have been left to die. His uncle blame Vicious that his brother was end, and that it was his and his mother fault. That he only took Vicious in because the law made him do so, otherwise his uncle would have left him on the streets to die. (A/N: WHAT? THAT BASTARD UNLCE! GRRR DIE!!!!!!! NO ONE HURTS MY VICIOUS AND LIVES TO TELL ABOUT IT!:@) But a lot of time had past since that and his uncle was a very lonely man, with no children of his own. He wrote Vicious a letter saying he was sorry and that he could come live with him anytime he wanted too. But Vicious wouldn't want to go back there. Not even if his life dependent on it. (A/N: That a good boy, Vicious. Not take his shit!) He would never go back to that hell hole.
He sat down on his bed and thought it would be best for him to get some sleep.