Anger
Well. Here it is. I don't own any of Jhonen Vasquez's work.
Gaz kneed him in the groin. He fell to the ground clutching his groin.
"You know, that's the second time I've hit your nuts. That's really pathetic." Gaz said in her usual angry voice. "You're begging to get annoy me."
She watched him curse the pain for a few minuets. He finally recovered and got up as quickly as he could.
"It shocks me how idiotic you are. Why not take the chance to run away like everyone else would?" He said growling at her. She smirked.
"I'm not normal, and besides, I don't feel threatened by you." She stated degradingly.
"You're ridiculousness never ceases to amaze me. I rammed a knife through your foot, and back. I've beaten you, and yet you act as if I were just another dumb ass."
"But you are."
"Fuck you." He said lunging at her anger clouding his sense. How dare she say he was just another ignoramus. She would pay for that. The bitch would die.
Gaz hoped aside as he went for her. This was funny; she'd struck a nerve. Now he was blinded by rage. He wouldn't be able to kill her no matter how hard he tried. Anger was a tool. If you knew how to use it, and not get blinded by it, you're invincible. Apparently poor Johnny didn't have that tool. Whenever someone made him mad, he dealt with it by ramming a dagger through his or her gut. He never had to deal with anyone like Gaz before.
Gaz laughed as he continued trying to kill her, with drunken swings of his knife. No matter how you looked at it, it was irony.
Johnny heard Gaz's laughs. Damn her. Damn her to hell. Gaz was one of a kind. She wasn't scared of him, which was her biggest advantage. God damn it he was getting pissed. He was trying so hard to strike her, but never once had he succeeded. He growled, this was getting nowhere; he was going to have to think of something quick.
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Well. Here it is. I don't own any of Jhonen Vasquez's work.
Gaz kneed him in the groin. He fell to the ground clutching his groin.
"You know, that's the second time I've hit your nuts. That's really pathetic." Gaz said in her usual angry voice. "You're begging to get annoy me."
She watched him curse the pain for a few minuets. He finally recovered and got up as quickly as he could.
"It shocks me how idiotic you are. Why not take the chance to run away like everyone else would?" He said growling at her. She smirked.
"I'm not normal, and besides, I don't feel threatened by you." She stated degradingly.
"You're ridiculousness never ceases to amaze me. I rammed a knife through your foot, and back. I've beaten you, and yet you act as if I were just another dumb ass."
"But you are."
"Fuck you." He said lunging at her anger clouding his sense. How dare she say he was just another ignoramus. She would pay for that. The bitch would die.
Gaz hoped aside as he went for her. This was funny; she'd struck a nerve. Now he was blinded by rage. He wouldn't be able to kill her no matter how hard he tried. Anger was a tool. If you knew how to use it, and not get blinded by it, you're invincible. Apparently poor Johnny didn't have that tool. Whenever someone made him mad, he dealt with it by ramming a dagger through his or her gut. He never had to deal with anyone like Gaz before.
Gaz laughed as he continued trying to kill her, with drunken swings of his knife. No matter how you looked at it, it was irony.
Johnny heard Gaz's laughs. Damn her. Damn her to hell. Gaz was one of a kind. She wasn't scared of him, which was her biggest advantage. God damn it he was getting pissed. He was trying so hard to strike her, but never once had he succeeded. He growled, this was getting nowhere; he was going to have to think of something quick.
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