Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 22, 2009 22:08:16 GMT -5
There i was just relaxing on the bed I went to roll over but was faltered. Looking down to see what had stopped me I saw protruding out of my side a short piece of pipe that had been torn from a drain pipe off the side of a building for I colud clearly see the jagged edge used to stab through, me.
"Hehe that's gunna need a tetanus shot hehehe...."
"Shut up you greasy faced loser!"
The voices starting again? Looks like we're goin to have to find them damn pills or its back to hammer to the skull for me..
"Am i in Shangri-La?"
"Well i don't see your 72 virgins so im guessing no"
Reaching down to the pipe it slid easily out of my now fleshy side drenched in blood leaving the wound to drip small droplets of blood behind. Non-chalantly getting up i stumble to the bathroom turned the taps on to wash his face. The water wasn't running. I looked up into the mirror and smiled, my big toothy wicked clown smile, then punched the glass leaving broken glass embeded in my knuckles and blood trickling down into the sink. I try to remember how I had gotten here. The last thing I remembered was some cheap sleazy whore halfway out the door telling me
"Welcome to the disease, there's no cure for it..."
B*TCH! What had she given me?! Cant be too serious 'cause im not itching anything yet.. Quickly giving myself a padding down my body checking what I had on my person I realise I've been robbed of practically everything I own!
Reaching into my pockets I only found several blunts,
"Hmmmm surely this will make everthing open up and be clearer to you.. go ahead"
The voices weren't always bad i guess. Trying to find my Joker-Style lighter, with a blunt ready to light up I started frantically lookin for it now F**K! She even took my damn lighter! She better hope she's dead 'cause if i find her...
Putting the blunt back with the others I walked over to the dresser looking through the drawers seeing if there were any valuables. Nothing, just as expected, so I bit down into my hand, then smearing the blood to use as ink I shoddily wrote
"Wicked Clown Wuz Here...."
Best to leave my mark I guess
It had just occured to me that outside wasn't as it should be? Looking out the window were cars crashed, traffic lights flickering between red..green..amber, windows everywhere smashed. And the few people he did see were stumbling around like teenage drunks.
"Drug-nuts probably... Ah well best go down and teach 'em why drugs are bad"
I reach for the door and try to turn the knob and it just fell off. Not one for patience I drew my hatchet from its holster, one of the only items not to be stolen, and started viciously hacking apart the door, splinters and wood fragments getting stuck in my face and hands, and finally kicking it down and leaping out hatchet at the ready.
"THE WICKED CLOWNS WILL NEVER DIE!!!"
"Hehe that's gunna need a tetanus shot hehehe...."
"Shut up you greasy faced loser!"
The voices starting again? Looks like we're goin to have to find them damn pills or its back to hammer to the skull for me..
"Am i in Shangri-La?"
"Well i don't see your 72 virgins so im guessing no"
Reaching down to the pipe it slid easily out of my now fleshy side drenched in blood leaving the wound to drip small droplets of blood behind. Non-chalantly getting up i stumble to the bathroom turned the taps on to wash his face. The water wasn't running. I looked up into the mirror and smiled, my big toothy wicked clown smile, then punched the glass leaving broken glass embeded in my knuckles and blood trickling down into the sink. I try to remember how I had gotten here. The last thing I remembered was some cheap sleazy whore halfway out the door telling me
"Welcome to the disease, there's no cure for it..."
B*TCH! What had she given me?! Cant be too serious 'cause im not itching anything yet.. Quickly giving myself a padding down my body checking what I had on my person I realise I've been robbed of practically everything I own!
Reaching into my pockets I only found several blunts,
"Hmmmm surely this will make everthing open up and be clearer to you.. go ahead"
The voices weren't always bad i guess. Trying to find my Joker-Style lighter, with a blunt ready to light up I started frantically lookin for it now F**K! She even took my damn lighter! She better hope she's dead 'cause if i find her...
Putting the blunt back with the others I walked over to the dresser looking through the drawers seeing if there were any valuables. Nothing, just as expected, so I bit down into my hand, then smearing the blood to use as ink I shoddily wrote
"Wicked Clown Wuz Here...."
Best to leave my mark I guess
It had just occured to me that outside wasn't as it should be? Looking out the window were cars crashed, traffic lights flickering between red..green..amber, windows everywhere smashed. And the few people he did see were stumbling around like teenage drunks.
"Drug-nuts probably... Ah well best go down and teach 'em why drugs are bad"
I reach for the door and try to turn the knob and it just fell off. Not one for patience I drew my hatchet from its holster, one of the only items not to be stolen, and started viciously hacking apart the door, splinters and wood fragments getting stuck in my face and hands, and finally kicking it down and leaping out hatchet at the ready.
"THE WICKED CLOWNS WILL NEVER DIE!!!"