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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 15, 2007 15:01:29 GMT -5
The door swung open, its immense inertion almost throwing it off its hinges. There was the sound of something hard being kicked, and Jonathan Grant, the Casanova of the new millenium, strode into the seemingly empty boys' lavatory. His expression frightened the portraits hanging in the room so much they had escaped behing a big rock in a sea painting. He was seething with rage. His eyebrows were raised in aggressive assault, his mouth twisted into a vile frown, and his eyes remained frighteningly expressionless. He kicked the photo again, and it flew into a corner, the feeble frame shattering into peices. He picked it up as if it was a piece of horse manure and carried it off into one of the stalls. A trigger was pulled, the sound of a vortex issued, and the photo dissapeared into the gaping void of a toilet, the once smiling faces of Elizabeth and Sheridan shrieking in terror at the ongoing waves leading them both into hell. Jon had just found out that his only sister, the only woman that he was ready to devote his life to, was dating none other than the pathetic mudblood yankee loser Sherry, whom he had, until now, considered a friend. Oh well. Sherry's head will go into the toilet right after his photo.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 15:06:11 GMT -5
Sherlock slid into the Bathroom, "Hey! Give that back!" He hadn't brought his wand. "Give it back!" He ran up to his friend and grabbed him by the back of his shirt... Again, and pulled him away from the toilet. "I said give it!"
Oh yeah. Grabbing him the first time wasn't a great idea. This time probably won't be either. Sherlock only had one thing going for him:
He wasn't drunk.
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 15, 2007 15:11:29 GMT -5
Jon's hands shot up behind him and ripped the dangling boy away from his collar. He then propped his ex-friend up to the wall, and, whilst straightening out his disrupted shirt, whispered into his ear, letting the immature fool smell his life dangling from a string, that was, by some godly coincidence, held by Jon. "Listen here, you yankee faggot!" he seethed into his ear, "I won't be having any of that nonesense around here! Aren't there enough whores in this school? I'd give you any one you like, ANY one! You knew, you muggle bastard, that I'd let you take any of my own harem, and I would gladly agree! But no! You layed your dirty claws on my friggin sister!" His fist, suddenly out of control, landed on Sherry's nose, and he heard a crack. He let go, and stiffly took a step back...
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 15:20:07 GMT -5
Sherlock fell to the ground, blood dripping from his now broken nose.
"Again..." He whispered in a raspy voice, standing uneasily against the wall. "Do it again..." It hurt to breath, He didn't expect his friend to have so much force behind his swing.
"I'm not swinging back... Your sister... Liz... She wouldn't like that." He coughed, the pain was making it hard to stay focused. "I'm in love with Liz... I'll tell you that right now. I love her and I'll protect her..." He sniffled and shot blood out of his nose.
"I'll protect her... But I can't fight... I won't fight my friend..."
Oh man... He got me good... I can barely see out of my left eye... I don't think... Shit..."
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 15, 2007 15:28:59 GMT -5
Jonathan breathed harder. He placed a tentative hand on his chest as it heaved with rage and regret at his actions. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to stop his forqued tongue... "Love? Sherlock, dear, you may love whoever you like- but I will only tell you- she doesn't love you! She loves a man that even /I/ think is a thousand times more worthy than you are, you pathetic yankee mudblood! She's just using you, you brainless sock! Get away from her, I tell you, get away, before I break your ribcage, or..." He crouched and put his face at level with the agonized boy, "she breaks your heart."
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 15:37:10 GMT -5
Sherlock's gaze turned away from Jon's, falling to the right lower corner of his vision. Tears were forming i his eyes.
"You..." He coughed. "You... Talk an awful lot of shit." He said with a melancholy smirk. He was calling him that word again and he snapped, bringing his knee up against Jon's jaw.
Sorry Liz... I couldn't help myself...
"Don't. Call. Me. A. Fucking. Mud-Blood..." He Grabbed his nose and straightened it by hand, a nasty pop and crunch sang out as he did so. "You're my best friend... You know that... But geeze... You're such a stupid fuck. Did you know that? Maybe you did... oh, and I said it once, I'll say it again. We don't like that stupid fucking term you jack-ass Pure-blooded bastard!"
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 15, 2007 15:43:19 GMT -5
Jon grabbed his chin, as he felt blood spurt out of his gaping mouth. He breathed harder. "You... bastard! I've got to use my mouth, unlike you, for reasons that are beyond your comprehension and ability! You brat!" He brought Sherry up by the collar of his shirt and kneed him in his balls. "Oh, and, write this in your diary- she'd pick ME over YOU any day!"
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 15:47:41 GMT -5
Sherlock's eyes widened when he was kneed.
Shit. Thats it!
Sherry sent a hard, swift kick to Jon's knee-cap and elbowed him in the nose.
"You're her brother..." He coughed, "I'd expect no less from her... Blood's thicker than water, right?"
Shit... It's hard to breathe...
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 15, 2007 15:51:04 GMT -5
Jon's hands shot to defend his nose, and fortunately had taken the hardest of the blow- but his kneecap was less fortunate. He came down as he lost balance on his one good leg. "Mudblood!" he spat, as he felt his hair bathe in Sherlock's blood, "and you'll stay one! Don't even THINK that I'll let anything grow out of this! I'll let you fuck about with her, Sherry, but nothing more, you hear me? You, take your dick and get it OUT of her life, or you'll be as sorry as your sorry yankee ass!"
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 15:56:55 GMT -5
"Shut the fuck up!"
Sherlock had it. He grabbed Jon by his hair and swiftly punched him in the face.
"Just shut the fuck up!"
He punched again, breaking one of his own fingers.
"Shut up!"
Tears formed in his eyes and he let go of his friend.
"Shut up...."
He whispered, falling back against the wall.
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 15, 2007 16:00:08 GMT -5
Jon rolled away, his head spinning at an unimaginable speed until he hit the sinks. He picked himself up, blood dripping from his chin, and sauntered over to the limp body of his friend. "I'm sorry if I disrupted your dreams, mudblood," he spat with a mocking smirk, "but that's the way it is- you'll just have to find yourself someone else- cos Liz is just too good for you, and she knows it."
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 16:05:00 GMT -5
"I..."
Sherlock looked up damn near crying.
"I hate you..." He spat in a voice filled with venom. "I fucking hate you..."
He pushed himself up and stood (off balanced) in Jon's face.
He coughed and nearly fell.
You've had it... You lost too much blood...
"Shit..." He whispered before falling sideways to the ground. It took a few seconds, for him to do anything, but he finally did. He passed out.
I can't breathe...
His body shivered on the blood covered ground. The pool around his head getting bigger.
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 16, 2007 11:05:52 GMT -5
Jonathan blinked, as his eyes took in the terror of the incident. There, a once-living being lay in a pool of its own blood, shaking and shivering against the cold marble. It was probably near-dead, perhaps its last breath had warmed itself in its rotting heart. Perhaps even now, its ridiculously short life was flashing, like an old movie, across its eyes. Perhaps it was now that it had come to the revelation that it will soon become worm food....
There is no way to save him, his voice of reason, the damned cynic, chided in his head. He's gonna die anyway, and you'll be attributed with the death. You've gotta run for it!
No! his conscience yelled in response, he's your friend! And even if he wasn't, you can't leave him there to die in agony! You've got to do something!
"What?" Jonathan mumbled feebly.
He felt his legs fill with lead as he stood numbly, unsure what to do, and lost in his own conscience...
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