Prompt #: 65 Horror
Word count: 228
Rating: PG-13
Authoress Notes/Warning: Some swearing and threatening freshmen.
EDIT: Oops, wrong theme number. Sorry. ;
She looked on with horror as two of the brass freshies fought with two of the metal sabers.
The next thing they knew they were on the ground with a pissed off guard senior glaring at them. Someone snickered from where the pit was making small repairs, but she ignored it.
"If I EVER see you touching any saber again, I'll take those trombones of yours and shove them so far up your ass your slide'll come out of your mouth! Got it!?" She glared at them one final time before stalking out of the band room, presumably to release some anger by tossing.
"Dudes, you should know by now. Never. Touch. Their. Stuff. Unless you're a ninth-level blackbelt in multiple martial arts. And until you are, don't touch their stuff. Don't look at it, don't breathe at it, don't even THINK about it." And with that the drum major hopped off the cart and picked up the sabers. And to think this is only the first day of band camp, he thought.
As he was heading out the door with the swords tucked under his arm, he heard one of them call out.
"Why do YOU get to touch them without fear of being killed?"
Without turning he called, "because she's my girlfriend."