This is for you MilkChanchan- If any of you are offended….um…sorry? Its not supposed to appease ALLL of this world.
Akio walked down the cobbled roadways of Germany to the old lab. Inside she could hear yells of angry words coming from inside the locked bathroom. "Meine Hände sind nicht Schere!" She could hear someone screaming (my hands are not scissors – german)
"Hello?"
The door shot open and a man with frazzled blonde hair hanging into his bloodstained face looked out. "Akio?"
She paused, confused. "Yes…."
"My hands…" He held out his hands, which were knifelike and somehow disturbing to her.
She paled slightly, used to blood but not the human contraption before her. "I…see…"
He laughed then fumbled around on himself, obviously looking for something with his spindly, metal fingers. "Can not find it-!"
"Find what?"
He let out a small, girlish chuckle and produced a syringe from his coat, threading a blade through the end and injecting himself. The giggling chuckle continued as he bolted down the stairs.
Akio walked to the window and looked out as a car drove by, honking wildly and trying to swerve in the narrow roads.
"I-AM-SCISSOR—"
"GET OUT OF THE ROAD!" The driver yelled, fuming.
"HAHAHAHAHAH!"
There was a smack and the sound of exhaust leaking through the car as Faust was propelled up the hood of the car and back over the end of it. Akio watched and the driver said some more than unfavorable things in German before speeding away. Walking outside she saw the man lying face down on the road.
Frankensteiny, very much scratched somehow all over, ran over to his master and nudged his head- rolling it nowhere as it looked intently at the ground.
"I wanted to be a master…an artist…" He moaned half happy- half delusional into the ground.
"Was?" Akio asked, looking down at him.
"My hands….haaands…." He lay his head sideways to look UP at her, something he normally never did. "Bushes…..Bushes akio….that is….the secret….to…" he let out a small gasp and put his face back down on the road.
Frankensteiny barked and akio studied the marks on him, finding they were scissor marks- in an attempt to cut the dogs hair that it did not have.
Faust passed out on the ground, probably overdosed, probably because he had been hit by a car and propelled through the air into the ground. No one was really sure which one it was. But the necromancer who wanted to be a bush/hair master somehow died.
The end.