CHAPTER 2: SINGING FLEAS PART 2
The man tripped backwards startled but catching himself on the heel. His grey eyes widened with shock as he tried to keep his composure. "B-but that can't be possible those fleas are too fast to see."Joel smiled, dusting himself while still on the floor. "On the contrary, it's quite easy to see it when its perched on your nose." He stood up sending shivers through the con artist's spine. "Now I'll say this for the last time" he said now towering above the poor man and his dog, "Get your stand off me, or I'll do it for you!"
(again no theme song)
The man stood firm steeling himself before looking forward. "My fleas are still on you so I'm the one with the high ground." He smirked raising an eyebrow, "so ill take your ticket and your money if you don't mind."
"What good will a couple of fleas do except cause mild irritation?" Joel said while turning around, "Now if you excuse me I need to find a way to go to Glasgow so I'll need you to call off your stand." He was about to walk away when he heard the man laugh. It wasn't a normal laugh mind, it was a creepy unsettling laugh. The kind of laugh that sends shivers down your spine. Joel always tried to read his opponent understand their possible next move so that he could counter. That was what made his stand so deadly. Yet here was this man, who gave off a sense of shyness and timidity, but immediately transitioned to a scary and murderous aura. While he was still trying to make sense of it the man spoke.
"Did you think it would be that easy to get away from me, Luionn Meabhlaireacht?" He pauses after his statement, cackles wildly and continues. "I see you have underestimated the power of my stand, Song Fleas!" he walks forwards proudly, leaning into Joel's face. "You see, Song Fleas has the ability to control somebody once one of them has contact with the target's hair." Upon Joel's hair lay multiple song fleas, running around and nibbling on his scalp. "And I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm in prime position to activate my ability." Joel franticly scratched his hair before having an idea and lunging for the bottle. Suddenly coming from his hand was another hand, this one white with fur. The hand barely grazed the bottle as Joel screamed for his life trying to save himself. "Ha look at that." Luionn scoffed. "You may think you are tough boy, but in the end my stand reduced you to a screaming hot mess. Now, Song Fleas!"
[User: Luionn Meabhlaireacht.
Stand: Song Fleas.
Stats: Power; C, Speed; A, Range; D, Durability; E, Precision; B, Developmental Potential; C.]
Song Fleas started to glow, and then they stopped. Joel was under his control and Luionn was about to tell him to give all his money and belongings but something felt wrong. 'If Song Fleas controls this man, then why can I still hear his scream?' Even with Joel under Luionn's control his scream could still be heard, but everybody in the room had left on account of two weird people playing pretend. And yet, even without the ability to speak, Joel's voice could be heard. And then, Luionn felt choked. It was either the sound or the air itself, but he felt as if he was being drowned on land, starving of good oxygen. He ran to the other side of the room, and as he did, he felt like the sound was following him and then he realized where it was coming from.
"It can't be I, don't believe it, the sound was from..."
"The bottle." Looking backwards, Luionn saw Joel standing proudly without any mind control. In the frantic rush for air, he had withdrawn his stand so that had been explained, but the sound. When Joel spoke, it stopped. He had only one explanation. His stand could most likely cause delusions. That had to be the only explanation for why he felt so drowned but, even in what he thought to be the real world, he could still fell the air loss tolling on his body, the effects of the loss of oxygen, but he didn't fear. This was all a dream; he couldn't get hurt in a dream could he?
"I see. You made me hallucinate you sly bastard. Well, I'm in a dream so I'm invincible. HAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHA, HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH! IM THE KING OF THE-." Just then before he could finish his sentence the white fuzzy fist had hit him in the face, but when the fist pulled back the whole body could be seen. It was a stand alright; its head was covered with the skull of a cow for a mask, horns appearing from the side of his head. His chest and forearm were brown, and up until, the elbow, there was a singular green downwards facing v shape that distinguished the forearm from the rest of it. A similar v shape appeared on its torso, separating its top half from its bottom half. The top, as mentioned before was brown, but its bottom was white. Its shoulders were broad, and on them were more cow skulls, this time without horns, the noses facing outwards. The stand's broad and powerful stature dwarfing Joel's. His purple long coat and black vest with white button up shirt clashing with the stand's colour scheme. The stand's menacing green aura enveloping it and showing off its power. Joel and the stand stared down at Luionn menacingly. It was then that true fear crept into Luionn's eyes
"Who-who are you!" Stuttered Luionn. Joel laughed and answered with a grin. "My name is Joel Joestar and this, is the power of the Mountain King!"
[TO BE CONTINUED]