Disclaimer: I did not write the song used in this story... AC/DC did.
Secondly, I don't own Spot Conlon or Mush Meyers or Jack Kelley. Please
R&R!
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An account of the effects of Wrath June 17, 1899. 11:18
"I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you"
(ac/dc)
Spot paced back and forth in front of Mush Meyers. Mush was bound and gagged awaiting Spots decision.
--- How could Mush do this to me? He knew it was my girlfriend. Why would he rape her? Did he think I wouldn't find out? My God! Look at his dumb face. How could he be so stupid? ---
"Ut I une-ent?" Mush asked through his gag. Spot cocked an eyebrow.
--- What the hell does 'ut I une-ent' mean? ---
"Shut up!" Spot yelled. Spot pondered for one more minute what he should do.
--- Maybe I shouldn't be this cruel. ---
Spot looked at Mush's face and made his final decision
--- It has to be this way. Jack won't be happy. But to hell with jack! I must make an example of Mush. Everyone must be reminded not to mess with me! ---
Spot didn't notice that Mush had broken free. Mush knocked Spot to the floor and the two boys rolled around until Spot had Mush beneath him.
"Bye – bye Mush!" Spot flipped a switchblade from his back pocket and held it to Mush's throat. Spot liked the control, the power he had at that very moment. An evil grin flashed across his face, a glint in his eye proved there would no mercy tonight.
--- All it will take is one flick of my wrist. ---
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An account of the effects of Wrath June 17, 1899. 11:18
"I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you"
(ac/dc)
Spot paced back and forth in front of Mush Meyers. Mush was bound and gagged awaiting Spots decision.
--- How could Mush do this to me? He knew it was my girlfriend. Why would he rape her? Did he think I wouldn't find out? My God! Look at his dumb face. How could he be so stupid? ---
"Ut I une-ent?" Mush asked through his gag. Spot cocked an eyebrow.
--- What the hell does 'ut I une-ent' mean? ---
"Shut up!" Spot yelled. Spot pondered for one more minute what he should do.
--- Maybe I shouldn't be this cruel. ---
Spot looked at Mush's face and made his final decision
--- It has to be this way. Jack won't be happy. But to hell with jack! I must make an example of Mush. Everyone must be reminded not to mess with me! ---
Spot didn't notice that Mush had broken free. Mush knocked Spot to the floor and the two boys rolled around until Spot had Mush beneath him.
"Bye – bye Mush!" Spot flipped a switchblade from his back pocket and held it to Mush's throat. Spot liked the control, the power he had at that very moment. An evil grin flashed across his face, a glint in his eye proved there would no mercy tonight.
--- All it will take is one flick of my wrist. ---