Disclaimer: Hello. My name is Disclaimer. I am the star of the fic. I
know it. You know it. I know it. You know it. I know it. You know it.
And I'm sick of people always wanting me to tell them that I don't own
anything! I said it at the beginning, I'm not gonna change my mind now!
Go see chapter one if you feel like it! Just read the fic! (runs away
sobbing as Iorek sweatdrops)
Iorek: What a mood breaker.
Malik glared up at Ashley's house, hatred burning in his eyes. The lights were on, so he knew she was home. And the only car in the driveway was a blue V.W beetle. A student driver card was in the window.
Great, Malik thought. Just the car I need. He had learned how to hot wire a car from some friends in the automotive repair class. He wasn't quite sure of his abilities, but he only needed it to run for a few seconds.
Ashley sat in her room, before her mirror, daintily applying her eye make- up. She moved the blue pencil ever so lightly beneath her eye, keeping it as close to the lashes as preppily possible. She was going out guy- hunting, and she needed to look her best. Her parents would only be out for another two days, and she expected to have another guy by then.
Suddenly, there was a huge crash, shaking the whole house. Ashley screamed, her hand jerking upward, jabbing the pencil into her eye. She clasped both hands over her eye, mascara lined tears running freely down her face. "Shit," she said, looking at her only half-done job. "What the heck was that?"
She clomped down the steps and peered out the front door. "What the-my car!"
A huge pile of smoldering wreckage was piled against the ruined living room wall, shattered glass and dented aluminum representing the totaled car. One of the hubcaps rolled over to stop at Ashley's feet. She looked up and nearly fainted when she saw Malik coming toward her.
"Malik!" she shrieked. "Why-I swear, I never touched Ryou, I didn't touch him!" Malik kept walking, apparently unable to hear her. She couldn't move. She was transfixed by his face, full of righteous determination. He backed her up against the wall and slammed his hand onto the plaster, making her jump in fright. "Malik, please." she whispered.
He grinned devilishly at the grey tears streaking her face. "Putting on your make-up, Ashley?" Sarcasm dripped from his voice. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along up to her room. The cosmetics case lay open on her dresser.
Ashley shuddered as Malik picked up a lipstick and uncapped it. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked fearfully.
Malik grinned evilly. "I'm not going to do anything, Ashley," he said. "You are going to eat it."
* * * * * Officer Khyron listened patiently as Ashley sobbed out her story. She had to pause once and retch up cosmetics, but she managed to describe most of what had happened. He sighed and turned to Malik. "Let me get this straight," he said. "You went to Miss Madison's house, drove her car into her living room wall, then dragged her upstairs and forced her to eat her cosmetics, shred her clothes, and shave her head while sobbing out, "this is the song that never ends"?"
Malik made no reply. Khyron tapped him on the shoulder. "I asked you a question," he insisted.
"I plead the fifth, officer," Malik said monotonously.
Khyron sighed and rubbed his temples. "All right, then. Get in the car. Miss Madison will ride in the other car with Officer Hanson. I'm going to have to call your parents."
Malik shrugged. "Okay, but you'll have to hire a psychic or something. They died three years ago."
As Ashley was escorted away, she turned to look at Malik over her shoulder. "I hope you rot in hell, you damn faggot!" she shrieked at him. Malik said nothing as he was led, handcuffed, to the police car. Suddenly, he heard his name being called, and turned to see Ryou running toward him.
"Malik! I came as fast as I could! What the hell happened here?!"
One of the police officers stepped in to intercept him. "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to stay back-"
"I wanna talk to my boyfriend!" Ryou shouted. The officer stepped back, almost as if Ryou were carrying an infectious disease. The albino rushed over to Malik and hugged him. "I knew you'd go after Ashley, Malik, but I didn't think. why something this big, this.violent?"
"Because she could have killed you, Ryou," Malik said harshly. "She could have killed you, and nobody messes with my Ryou."
An officer pulled Ryou away, and the police car drove off, taking Malik with it.
Iorek: What a mood breaker.
Malik glared up at Ashley's house, hatred burning in his eyes. The lights were on, so he knew she was home. And the only car in the driveway was a blue V.W beetle. A student driver card was in the window.
Great, Malik thought. Just the car I need. He had learned how to hot wire a car from some friends in the automotive repair class. He wasn't quite sure of his abilities, but he only needed it to run for a few seconds.
Ashley sat in her room, before her mirror, daintily applying her eye make- up. She moved the blue pencil ever so lightly beneath her eye, keeping it as close to the lashes as preppily possible. She was going out guy- hunting, and she needed to look her best. Her parents would only be out for another two days, and she expected to have another guy by then.
Suddenly, there was a huge crash, shaking the whole house. Ashley screamed, her hand jerking upward, jabbing the pencil into her eye. She clasped both hands over her eye, mascara lined tears running freely down her face. "Shit," she said, looking at her only half-done job. "What the heck was that?"
She clomped down the steps and peered out the front door. "What the-my car!"
A huge pile of smoldering wreckage was piled against the ruined living room wall, shattered glass and dented aluminum representing the totaled car. One of the hubcaps rolled over to stop at Ashley's feet. She looked up and nearly fainted when she saw Malik coming toward her.
"Malik!" she shrieked. "Why-I swear, I never touched Ryou, I didn't touch him!" Malik kept walking, apparently unable to hear her. She couldn't move. She was transfixed by his face, full of righteous determination. He backed her up against the wall and slammed his hand onto the plaster, making her jump in fright. "Malik, please." she whispered.
He grinned devilishly at the grey tears streaking her face. "Putting on your make-up, Ashley?" Sarcasm dripped from his voice. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along up to her room. The cosmetics case lay open on her dresser.
Ashley shuddered as Malik picked up a lipstick and uncapped it. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked fearfully.
Malik grinned evilly. "I'm not going to do anything, Ashley," he said. "You are going to eat it."
* * * * * Officer Khyron listened patiently as Ashley sobbed out her story. She had to pause once and retch up cosmetics, but she managed to describe most of what had happened. He sighed and turned to Malik. "Let me get this straight," he said. "You went to Miss Madison's house, drove her car into her living room wall, then dragged her upstairs and forced her to eat her cosmetics, shred her clothes, and shave her head while sobbing out, "this is the song that never ends"?"
Malik made no reply. Khyron tapped him on the shoulder. "I asked you a question," he insisted.
"I plead the fifth, officer," Malik said monotonously.
Khyron sighed and rubbed his temples. "All right, then. Get in the car. Miss Madison will ride in the other car with Officer Hanson. I'm going to have to call your parents."
Malik shrugged. "Okay, but you'll have to hire a psychic or something. They died three years ago."
As Ashley was escorted away, she turned to look at Malik over her shoulder. "I hope you rot in hell, you damn faggot!" she shrieked at him. Malik said nothing as he was led, handcuffed, to the police car. Suddenly, he heard his name being called, and turned to see Ryou running toward him.
"Malik! I came as fast as I could! What the hell happened here?!"
One of the police officers stepped in to intercept him. "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to stay back-"
"I wanna talk to my boyfriend!" Ryou shouted. The officer stepped back, almost as if Ryou were carrying an infectious disease. The albino rushed over to Malik and hugged him. "I knew you'd go after Ashley, Malik, but I didn't think. why something this big, this.violent?"
"Because she could have killed you, Ryou," Malik said harshly. "She could have killed you, and nobody messes with my Ryou."
An officer pulled Ryou away, and the police car drove off, taking Malik with it.