SEVERUS SNAPE FIGHTS BACK
A sixteen year old girl in clumpy white face makeup and chalkily scrawled black eye kohl stared vacantly into space behind the register at Demonatrix, the new store in the mall for losers who wear black and pretend to be bigger losers in order to forget what gigantic losers they are.
The salesgirl twisted her purple-streaked black hair around one finger and watched the clock. At precisely 9 p.m., she punched out for the night and headed to the parking lot, smoking a clove and checking her voice mail to know who to ignore at the club that evening.
Her life was much like that of any sixteen year old goth girl who only cared about images and didn't actually appreciate the meaning behind the fashion and lifestyle movement she now lived and breathed. She collected Invader Zim merchandise, listened to jrock without knowing a word of japanese and regularly wore striped knee socks and vinyl in blazing hot summer weather because she felt insecure in everything else. Her name was Janet Volkert, but she preferred to be known as Misato Bloodbane online.
Janet rounded a corner at the back of the building into the employee parking lot. A swift THUD ensued and her unconscious form stretched out on the sidewalk. It was quickly and expertly wrapped in a tarp and thrown into the back of a truck full of vegetables headed for Illinois.
A man in black stepped out of the shadows with a Louisville Slugger bat clenched tightly in one hand. As the trucked pulled out of the parking lot, he threw back his head, bared his fists and roared at the heavens.
"IT BEGINS!" Snape screamed into the night.
A sixteen year old girl in clumpy white face makeup and chalkily scrawled black eye kohl stared vacantly into space behind the register at Demonatrix, the new store in the mall for losers who wear black and pretend to be bigger losers in order to forget what gigantic losers they are.
The salesgirl twisted her purple-streaked black hair around one finger and watched the clock. At precisely 9 p.m., she punched out for the night and headed to the parking lot, smoking a clove and checking her voice mail to know who to ignore at the club that evening.
Her life was much like that of any sixteen year old goth girl who only cared about images and didn't actually appreciate the meaning behind the fashion and lifestyle movement she now lived and breathed. She collected Invader Zim merchandise, listened to jrock without knowing a word of japanese and regularly wore striped knee socks and vinyl in blazing hot summer weather because she felt insecure in everything else. Her name was Janet Volkert, but she preferred to be known as Misato Bloodbane online.
Janet rounded a corner at the back of the building into the employee parking lot. A swift THUD ensued and her unconscious form stretched out on the sidewalk. It was quickly and expertly wrapped in a tarp and thrown into the back of a truck full of vegetables headed for Illinois.
A man in black stepped out of the shadows with a Louisville Slugger bat clenched tightly in one hand. As the trucked pulled out of the parking lot, he threw back his head, bared his fists and roared at the heavens.
"IT BEGINS!" Snape screamed into the night.