The next morning, something unexpected arrived kicking and screaming in the back of Cockerels' car.
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Basta stood nervously in the doorway of a black jacket's house. The black jacket, named Los, called him in. He handed Basta a needle with clear liquid inside. He said nothing, but turned on the radio. Rammstein boomed in the room. Basta groaned and unbuckled his belt. He slid it off his hips, and wrapped it around his bicep. He grunted as he pulled it tight, and let the music fill his body. With slightly trembling fingers, Basta took the needle off the table. He tapped the spot just below the crook of his arm, making his veins pop up. He squirted the needle, then stuck the silver spine into his vein. He let out a long, loud breath as he pumped the heroin into his system. The music throbbed in his ears and his body surged with the high.
Es fließt durch meine Venen
Es
schläft in meinen Tränen
Es läuft mir aus den Ohren
Herz und
Nieren sind Motoren
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Basta stumbled out of Los's house, in a daze. His ears pounded with a mix of Rammstein and something else... his body tingled and surged. He tripped over his own feet and fell onto his knees in the street.
" scopi questa merda" he spat bitterly, clambering to his feet. He stumbled up the alley, towards the church, still holding his studded belt in his hand. He came through the doors, and stumbled down the isle. He didn't notice that no one paid attention to his entry. All the other black jackets were focussed on the woman at the Altar. Basta didn't see her until he was not but a foot away from her. He wrapped the belt around his neck, ran a hand through his messed up hair, and struggled to stay on his feet. "Who the fuuuuck are you?" He slurred at the lady in a navy dress with little red cherries printed on the fabric. She flinched a bit, and raised an eyebrow at Basta.
"Whats wrong with you, Basta?" Asked Capricorn. The man sounded exhausted.
"I dunno" slurred the young man, swaying on his feet. He eyeballed the woman standing before him, duct tape over her lips. Her skin was tanned, and her hair was the color of black coffee. It was styled in loose, silky curls, cut a little longer than jaw length. She seemed disgusted with Basta being before her, so she stuck out a leg, and pressed her white sandal against Basta's heaving chest. She gave a little push, sending the man over backwards.
A/N: tsk tsk, Basta getting into drugs... would you please review? That would be much appreciated! (pssst ! For thoese of you who don't have a fanfction account, you can still review). ALSO, if you're a Basta fan, you can go to my website and check out the new webpage i've made (one for Dustfinger is in progress). It's titled "To Basta" (or something like that) on the navbar. Alrighty, thanks for reading and reviewing! Luv you all!