Hey All!
Abaiisiia- If you don't like them, don't read them. And thanks for reviewing. ANd reading up to chapter eight when "THEY ALL SUCKED ASS, BITCH!aGAIN, WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ?!?! yOU NEED TO GO aWAY! WHO WANTS TO READ THIS CRAP!?!" *grin* I live to piss people like you off.
Chaos- Death has a gender? That's weird. I just don't think that makes sense. Neither does Death having a lover. Ah well. MArvel is weird in other ways too. John is awesome. You hazve to admit, sometimes the boy has solid brass balls.
Star-of-Chaos- *nod* You do have to love Pyro. Thanks for the review!
Ish- Glad you liked it. THat would be an awesome issue. "Stan Lee presents. . .NECROPHILIA!" I'd buy it. *nods*
DemonRogue13- Thanks!
Note
Originally I had Todd in mind for this, but I was talking to Steahl at the time, and she thought Freddy would be a better pick. "Todd could get a date." were her exact words. SO I agreed, since I hadn't written Fred before.
The song is Voltaire's 'Dead Girls'
***
A large cop approached the bench, under the prosecuting lawyer's direction. He looked both disgusted and nervous. He'd had a hand in catching a mutant that had argueably the most sheer power of any living being short of, maybe, a whale. He had reason to be nervous, in most people's opinion.
*I have been in this line of work for a long time*
"Could you please state your name and occupation for the court?" The prosecuting lawyer asked, looking smug behind the court podium. Freddy was sitting behind his lawyer in teh witness box. Lance and Todd were with him, trying to help Fred handle the proceedings. HE was a mess, and couldn't sit still. He'd been in jail for a week with a power negating collar on, and he was losing weight rapidly. though if this was from loss of his powers or nervousness over his future, no one could be sure.
"Mike Harding, I'm a police officer."
*And I have never seen anything so strange and so peculiar
Its all so deranged*
"Could you tell us, in your own words, Mr. Harding, what occured on the night of April 10th?"
The police officer wet his lips with his tongue and started on his story, looking even more disgusted as he told what he'd seen.
"It's the most horrible thing I've ever seen."
*see for yourself
Ladies and gentelmen of the jury
step right up and see the freak*
"I've seen some very depraved things too, mind you. Comes with the territory. I thought, until then, I'd seen every depravity that-"
"Objection!" Fred's state appointed lawyer yelled, standing up. "The witness has a obvious bias against my client!"
The judge mulled over the objection. He didn't ask the prosecuting attourney if he had a rebuttal. He turned and looked at the police officer.
"I'd expect one of Bayville's finest to keep a more objective opinion. Sustained."
The police officer muttered, but repeated his story, this time stickign, mostly, to the facts.
*we caught him red handed down by the morgue
where he sleeps
and if you think that "That's disgusting"
wait til you hear this
I never can do it justice*
"We got a call from the city morgue at four in the morning. I was in teh middle of my shift, cruising the nearby street with my aprtner. We headed over immediatly, of course, and investigated. we didnt' call for backup, because it didn't seem like that big a deal. I mean, why would someone break into the morgue? It had false alarm written a ll over it."
Freddy shifted uncomfortably. He didn't want the others to hear what he'd been found doing. He knew there was no hope the cop wouldn't mention it. He started to chew his lips and wring his hands.
"Anyway, me and my partner go intot eh morgue, and we see this huge guy in the cooler room." The cop stopped, and thought for a minute,t rying to place his words as best he knew how. "That's where they keept eh bodies, if you don't know. Anyway, we found this. . ."
The prosectuting lawyer cut in, to help his witness out. "Young man?"
"Monster. There's no other word for it, and that one's hardly bad enough." The police officer replied.
Fred covered his ears as the rest of the story was being told, screwing his eyes tight shut and remembering hapier days, anything to get his mind off the court room. He wasn't ashamed of what he'd done, but he couldn't bear to hear anyone laugh at him. Or even worse, condem him. He hated being looked down upon, but even more he hated to be judged. He would make them see why he'd had to do what he'd done.
*Dead girls like me
Dead girls like me
Can't you see?*
A few minutes later, Freddy was asked to take the stand in defense of his insanity plea. He threw himself onto his feet and lumbered over to the stand, his lessened bulk still making it difficult for him to squeeze into the witness stand.
The defense attourney smiled reasuringly at Fred. THe preliminaries were taken care of; name, age, education, etc.
"Now, Fred, would you please tell the court, in your own words, what happened the night the police arrested you?" The defense attourney asked. Freddy nodded and cleared his throat.
*I don't expect you to understand me
I'm not an ordinary man*
"I'm not tryin' to say that I'm not messed up. But you've got to look at it from my point of view." Freddy started, looking at the judge, hoping he looked honest.
*and I have seen things with these eyes
you'd never comprehend
see for yourself now*
"I've seen an' done thigns most people don't never see. Like the back end of a truck speeding toward from me. Scare the hell out of anyone else, but I'm not your normal person. Didn't bother me a bit." Fred said, a bit proud of his courage and refusal o be frightened by trucks that could flatten a man his size. NEver mind that they couldn't even scratch him.
*take those living women
they have never shown me any kindness of any kind
its not my fault i look this way
I try to talk to them
they look at me and walk away*
"But that don't neccisarily mean that women give a damn. I mean, you try getting a girl to give you the time of day when you're as big as I am. Hell, the only girl who ever gave me a kind word tried to kill me and got me attacked by her boy toy and a crazy goth chic."
*so really is it so strange that*
"I don't see why you're so surprised that I did that kind of thing. I mean, a guy can only take so much until he does somethign desperate. I couldn't even get a hooker to sleep with me."
Todd heard Lance whisper "Mainly because we were all so damn broke we couldn't have paid her."
Todd shooshed Lance, listening to his friend's confession. It was like a train wreck for him. But he was beginning to understand why his friend had done it.
*dead girls like me
can't you see?
only dead girls like me
oh, dead girls like me
can't you see?*
"So I was walkin' around, mindin' my own business when I see a bunch of guys beatin' on this girl. NOw, I'm no hero. I didn't give a fuck. But she said she'd do anything if they would just stop. So I decided that maybe bending my rules and being a hero just once would be a good idea. So I pull all the little punks off of her. BUt she was beaten real bad. So I kinda tried to clean her up a little, to see what she looked like. Her shirt was gone, and she either hadn't been wearing a bra, or one of the other guys had it."
*only dead girls don't walk away from me
sad as it seems*
"So I kinda started feeling her up. I figured if she said no, I'd tell her that since I saved her, she had to sleep with me. But she never argued. She never said a word about me. I didn't figure out until I was already havin' sex with her that she was dead."
*have you ever tasted love like this?
cool and smooth*
Freddy asked for water and his attourney gave him a cup. Freddy drained it before going on. "I know you think it's sick. But you'd never believe what it's really like."
*have you ever been accepted unconditionaly?
have you ever loved someone who didn't hurt you, didn't harm you?*
"She didn't call me the Blob, or run away from me. She never called me a mutie freak, or tubbo, or anything like that. She just bled and got stiff. And that's where it began. I never killed nobody. I'm not that bad. I figured out where they keep bodies. I asked for a job. I got turned down. So I broke the lock and snuck in."
*There's no pain and there's no pressure
no humiliation
there's no fear and there's no shame
there's no pulse now is it so strange?*
"Every girl in there accepted me, and didn't flinch when I petted her head, or pull away when I kissed her. I loved every single girl I saw. And they loved me back. I thought about stealing one, but I didn't want to have to share her with anyone else."
*dead girls like me
can't you see?
only dead girls don't walk away from me
sad as it seems*
Freddy sighed and continued the retelling of his arrest, escape, re-arrest and collaring.
***
I've decided that I'm going to start a neurotic temptress like update notifier. If you review and ask for it, I will add you to a list that will be e-mailed when I update. You can request this for all my stories, or just your favorites.
Dead girls REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Abaiisiia- If you don't like them, don't read them. And thanks for reviewing. ANd reading up to chapter eight when "THEY ALL SUCKED ASS, BITCH!aGAIN, WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ?!?! yOU NEED TO GO aWAY! WHO WANTS TO READ THIS CRAP!?!" *grin* I live to piss people like you off.
Chaos- Death has a gender? That's weird. I just don't think that makes sense. Neither does Death having a lover. Ah well. MArvel is weird in other ways too. John is awesome. You hazve to admit, sometimes the boy has solid brass balls.
Star-of-Chaos- *nod* You do have to love Pyro. Thanks for the review!
Ish- Glad you liked it. THat would be an awesome issue. "Stan Lee presents. . .NECROPHILIA!" I'd buy it. *nods*
DemonRogue13- Thanks!
Note
Originally I had Todd in mind for this, but I was talking to Steahl at the time, and she thought Freddy would be a better pick. "Todd could get a date." were her exact words. SO I agreed, since I hadn't written Fred before.
The song is Voltaire's 'Dead Girls'
***
A large cop approached the bench, under the prosecuting lawyer's direction. He looked both disgusted and nervous. He'd had a hand in catching a mutant that had argueably the most sheer power of any living being short of, maybe, a whale. He had reason to be nervous, in most people's opinion.
*I have been in this line of work for a long time*
"Could you please state your name and occupation for the court?" The prosecuting lawyer asked, looking smug behind the court podium. Freddy was sitting behind his lawyer in teh witness box. Lance and Todd were with him, trying to help Fred handle the proceedings. HE was a mess, and couldn't sit still. He'd been in jail for a week with a power negating collar on, and he was losing weight rapidly. though if this was from loss of his powers or nervousness over his future, no one could be sure.
"Mike Harding, I'm a police officer."
*And I have never seen anything so strange and so peculiar
Its all so deranged*
"Could you tell us, in your own words, Mr. Harding, what occured on the night of April 10th?"
The police officer wet his lips with his tongue and started on his story, looking even more disgusted as he told what he'd seen.
"It's the most horrible thing I've ever seen."
*see for yourself
Ladies and gentelmen of the jury
step right up and see the freak*
"I've seen some very depraved things too, mind you. Comes with the territory. I thought, until then, I'd seen every depravity that-"
"Objection!" Fred's state appointed lawyer yelled, standing up. "The witness has a obvious bias against my client!"
The judge mulled over the objection. He didn't ask the prosecuting attourney if he had a rebuttal. He turned and looked at the police officer.
"I'd expect one of Bayville's finest to keep a more objective opinion. Sustained."
The police officer muttered, but repeated his story, this time stickign, mostly, to the facts.
*we caught him red handed down by the morgue
where he sleeps
and if you think that "That's disgusting"
wait til you hear this
I never can do it justice*
"We got a call from the city morgue at four in the morning. I was in teh middle of my shift, cruising the nearby street with my aprtner. We headed over immediatly, of course, and investigated. we didnt' call for backup, because it didn't seem like that big a deal. I mean, why would someone break into the morgue? It had false alarm written a ll over it."
Freddy shifted uncomfortably. He didn't want the others to hear what he'd been found doing. He knew there was no hope the cop wouldn't mention it. He started to chew his lips and wring his hands.
"Anyway, me and my partner go intot eh morgue, and we see this huge guy in the cooler room." The cop stopped, and thought for a minute,t rying to place his words as best he knew how. "That's where they keept eh bodies, if you don't know. Anyway, we found this. . ."
The prosectuting lawyer cut in, to help his witness out. "Young man?"
"Monster. There's no other word for it, and that one's hardly bad enough." The police officer replied.
Fred covered his ears as the rest of the story was being told, screwing his eyes tight shut and remembering hapier days, anything to get his mind off the court room. He wasn't ashamed of what he'd done, but he couldn't bear to hear anyone laugh at him. Or even worse, condem him. He hated being looked down upon, but even more he hated to be judged. He would make them see why he'd had to do what he'd done.
*Dead girls like me
Dead girls like me
Can't you see?*
A few minutes later, Freddy was asked to take the stand in defense of his insanity plea. He threw himself onto his feet and lumbered over to the stand, his lessened bulk still making it difficult for him to squeeze into the witness stand.
The defense attourney smiled reasuringly at Fred. THe preliminaries were taken care of; name, age, education, etc.
"Now, Fred, would you please tell the court, in your own words, what happened the night the police arrested you?" The defense attourney asked. Freddy nodded and cleared his throat.
*I don't expect you to understand me
I'm not an ordinary man*
"I'm not tryin' to say that I'm not messed up. But you've got to look at it from my point of view." Freddy started, looking at the judge, hoping he looked honest.
*and I have seen things with these eyes
you'd never comprehend
see for yourself now*
"I've seen an' done thigns most people don't never see. Like the back end of a truck speeding toward from me. Scare the hell out of anyone else, but I'm not your normal person. Didn't bother me a bit." Fred said, a bit proud of his courage and refusal o be frightened by trucks that could flatten a man his size. NEver mind that they couldn't even scratch him.
*take those living women
they have never shown me any kindness of any kind
its not my fault i look this way
I try to talk to them
they look at me and walk away*
"But that don't neccisarily mean that women give a damn. I mean, you try getting a girl to give you the time of day when you're as big as I am. Hell, the only girl who ever gave me a kind word tried to kill me and got me attacked by her boy toy and a crazy goth chic."
*so really is it so strange that*
"I don't see why you're so surprised that I did that kind of thing. I mean, a guy can only take so much until he does somethign desperate. I couldn't even get a hooker to sleep with me."
Todd heard Lance whisper "Mainly because we were all so damn broke we couldn't have paid her."
Todd shooshed Lance, listening to his friend's confession. It was like a train wreck for him. But he was beginning to understand why his friend had done it.
*dead girls like me
can't you see?
only dead girls like me
oh, dead girls like me
can't you see?*
"So I was walkin' around, mindin' my own business when I see a bunch of guys beatin' on this girl. NOw, I'm no hero. I didn't give a fuck. But she said she'd do anything if they would just stop. So I decided that maybe bending my rules and being a hero just once would be a good idea. So I pull all the little punks off of her. BUt she was beaten real bad. So I kinda tried to clean her up a little, to see what she looked like. Her shirt was gone, and she either hadn't been wearing a bra, or one of the other guys had it."
*only dead girls don't walk away from me
sad as it seems*
"So I kinda started feeling her up. I figured if she said no, I'd tell her that since I saved her, she had to sleep with me. But she never argued. She never said a word about me. I didn't figure out until I was already havin' sex with her that she was dead."
*have you ever tasted love like this?
cool and smooth*
Freddy asked for water and his attourney gave him a cup. Freddy drained it before going on. "I know you think it's sick. But you'd never believe what it's really like."
*have you ever been accepted unconditionaly?
have you ever loved someone who didn't hurt you, didn't harm you?*
"She didn't call me the Blob, or run away from me. She never called me a mutie freak, or tubbo, or anything like that. She just bled and got stiff. And that's where it began. I never killed nobody. I'm not that bad. I figured out where they keep bodies. I asked for a job. I got turned down. So I broke the lock and snuck in."
*There's no pain and there's no pressure
no humiliation
there's no fear and there's no shame
there's no pulse now is it so strange?*
"Every girl in there accepted me, and didn't flinch when I petted her head, or pull away when I kissed her. I loved every single girl I saw. And they loved me back. I thought about stealing one, but I didn't want to have to share her with anyone else."
*dead girls like me
can't you see?
only dead girls don't walk away from me
sad as it seems*
Freddy sighed and continued the retelling of his arrest, escape, re-arrest and collaring.
***
I've decided that I'm going to start a neurotic temptress like update notifier. If you review and ask for it, I will add you to a list that will be e-mailed when I update. You can request this for all my stories, or just your favorites.
Dead girls REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
