Post by KrazyRandomness on Nov 9, 2010 20:30:48 GMT -5
I just worked on this. Hope you like it. Yes, there is mentions of slash/homosexuality and this IS a bit darker than the what the movie showed the weasels as.
His body hit the floor, blood dripping from his own clothes and shaving knife as he giggled insanely. His pale fur contracted against some of the crimson liquid that had gotten on his fur, some his own scars. Across from him, another one of his species stood a cigarette between his lips as his bloodshot eyes simply stayed on the body of the other, who was still giggling after he tripped.
The blood soaked one stood, releasing his knife as it fell to the ground with a thud. The smoker simply glanced at it slowly before turning back to the other weasel. The other weasel, his odd and enchanting (and deadly) eyes stared at the gray furred weasel, with no blood on him (most likely because he used a Tommy gun), as he looked into his eyes. Bloodshot, yet the once bright blue eyes were dimmed, emotionless.
“Que voulez-vous?” asked Wheezy, his eyes narrowed as he put another cigarette in his mouth.
Psych smiled sadistically, the swirls in his eyes seeming to go darker and maybe even slow down a bit. He soon headed to the other weasel, walking as if he was carrying chains. Once near Wheezy, he wrapped his sleeve covered hands around the gray weasel, who simply sniffed. Whispering, his voice deeper than the usual high pitch when near the others, he said, “You, mon amour.”
He seemed to hiss out the last part. Clearing his throat, trying to remember the small English he knew, he asked, “Why…want me?” His voice, even if unsure, was raspy and mature. One of someone who’s been through bad times.
Psycho leaned his slender neck back, smirking. “Because, you’re my favorite playmate.”
Like most of their ‘playtimes’ Wheezy simply let the blood crazed weasel do as he pleased. Lick his jaw, bite his shoulder, push him to the floor, get his knife, cut some marks…all the same.
Something was different to the gray weasel. Odd, since the usual was happening. His cigarettes were left to fall on the floor, Psycho above him, his tongue licking the blood that fell from where he bit and cut the other weasel.
Soon, the pale weasel licked his lips before kissing the submissive weasel below him. As he parted, giggling, he said, “Say you love me.” He giggled again, as if saying something like that was hilarious.
Then, Wheezy realized what was wrong. He was doing all this for someone he didn’t love. All the abuse and so much other things, he realized he was tired of it. Tired after being a pet, basically, for a known murderer in Toontown…not that Wheezy doesn’t kill himself, just…he tries to find a reason for it.
And, lately, he hasn’t.
“Non.” He said.
The insane weasel above him blinked, growling, “What?” All the gray furred weasel did was push him off, standing up shakily. Turning to look at the stun, blood soaked, pale, insane weasel behind him, who simply sat on the ground, he said, “I said no.” Clearly, perfect English, in his own opinion.
Psycho blinked, “But…”
“No, pas avant,” he took a deep breath, “Not until you…change.”
And with that, he walked out the door.
I kinda like this one. Might make a sequel to it, chapter formed.
His body hit the floor, blood dripping from his own clothes and shaving knife as he giggled insanely. His pale fur contracted against some of the crimson liquid that had gotten on his fur, some his own scars. Across from him, another one of his species stood a cigarette between his lips as his bloodshot eyes simply stayed on the body of the other, who was still giggling after he tripped.
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
The blood soaked one stood, releasing his knife as it fell to the ground with a thud. The smoker simply glanced at it slowly before turning back to the other weasel. The other weasel, his odd and enchanting (and deadly) eyes stared at the gray furred weasel, with no blood on him (most likely because he used a Tommy gun), as he looked into his eyes. Bloodshot, yet the once bright blue eyes were dimmed, emotionless.
Still can't find what keeps me here
“Que voulez-vous?” asked Wheezy, his eyes narrowed as he put another cigarette in his mouth.
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
Psych smiled sadistically, the swirls in his eyes seeming to go darker and maybe even slow down a bit. He soon headed to the other weasel, walking as if he was carrying chains. Once near Wheezy, he wrapped his sleeve covered hands around the gray weasel, who simply sniffed. Whispering, his voice deeper than the usual high pitch when near the others, he said, “You, mon amour.”
I know you're still there
He seemed to hiss out the last part. Clearing his throat, trying to remember the small English he knew, he asked, “Why…want me?” His voice, even if unsure, was raspy and mature. One of someone who’s been through bad times.
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
I can feel you pull me down
Psycho leaned his slender neck back, smirking. “Because, you’re my favorite playmate.”
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down
I won't let you pull me down
Like most of their ‘playtimes’ Wheezy simply let the blood crazed weasel do as he pleased. Lick his jaw, bite his shoulder, push him to the floor, get his knife, cut some marks…all the same.
Hunting you, I can smell you – alive
Something was different to the gray weasel. Odd, since the usual was happening. His cigarettes were left to fall on the floor, Psycho above him, his tongue licking the blood that fell from where he bit and cut the other weasel.
Your heart pounding in my head
Soon, the pale weasel licked his lips before kissing the submissive weasel below him. As he parted, giggling, he said, “Say you love me.” He giggled again, as if saying something like that was hilarious.
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
I can feel you pull me down
Then, Wheezy realized what was wrong. He was doing all this for someone he didn’t love. All the abuse and so much other things, he realized he was tired of it. Tired after being a pet, basically, for a known murderer in Toontown…not that Wheezy doesn’t kill himself, just…he tries to find a reason for it.
Saving me, raping me, watching me
And, lately, he hasn’t.
Watching me, wanting me
“Non.” He said.
I can feel you pull me down
The insane weasel above him blinked, growling, “What?” All the gray furred weasel did was push him off, standing up shakily. Turning to look at the stun, blood soaked, pale, insane weasel behind him, who simply sat on the ground, he said, “I said no.” Clearly, perfect English, in his own opinion.
Fearing you... loving you
Psycho blinked, “But…”
“No, pas avant,” he took a deep breath, “Not until you…change.”
I won't let you pull me down
And with that, he walked out the door.
I kinda like this one. Might make a sequel to it, chapter formed.