HAHA! IT'S FINISHED!! Well, part one anyways.., heh, I hope that you all
have as much fun reading this as I did writing it. Thank you to the
people who volunteered to be victems... ummm... characters in this! I
still need more people though! Thank you to Ina-chan for coming up with a
name for me!! I wasn't sure if everyone was subscribed to the FFML, so I
sent it to the main one as well. Sorry if you get it twice!!
Of Wolves And Lambskins
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with HB, the ML'ers are real people and I
am using their personality's with their permission. I am not liable.
Rating: mild to bad language, and a bit of insanity.
Summary: Year later when Jonathon Quest is 25, after killing off all but
two of the Quest clan, leaving his father destitute, and not knowing that
Jessica is still alive, he runs in with another con-artist. Together,
they plot to ruin a very rich banker who lives for his money.
Unfortunately, they'll have to get through a few unfriendly people to
achieve their goal...
Last time:
"Common, let's go." he said. The two walked off, not noticing the red
haired female sitting at a table. She brought down her newspaper.
"So, Jonathon... it's been a long time. Let's see how much you
like your reunion." she said, a cruel smile crossing her face. She folded
her newspaper, then discarded it on the sidewalk, knocking her empty
Starbucks coffee cup to the ground. Jessica Bannon didn't care about
keeping America beautiful.
Part 1/?
The black cat trailed Jonathon and Maera. It grinned a sinister cat-grin,
and ducked behind a mail box. It giggled to itself. (Author's note: Heh
heh heh...) It regained it's composure, and ran after the duo. It's eyes
widened as they crossed a street just as the light turned red for them.
It scooted across the road.
*NNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!! SCREEEEEEEETTTCH!! BEEEEEP!! BEEEEEEP!!*
"GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY CAT!!" yelled a physcotic taxi-driver. It
shook it's fur out on the sidewalk, lifted it's nose in the air, and
walked daintly after them. They stopped in front of a little cafe and
went inside. With another evil giggle, it ran down an alley, and around
the back of the restaurant. It batted away the screen on the window,
after wedjing itsef through the bars. It jumped down onto the counter,
and surveyed it's surroundings. *Closet. Shelf. Rat poison. Bingo.* it
thought, and crept towards the closet. The cook stormed in, and the cat
hid under the counter. It tucked in it's tail as the cook marched past,
so that it wouldn't get stepped on.
"supid stupid people, can't get nogood help today.." the cook
grumbled, and walked back out. The cat darted towards the closet, and
nimbly jumped up on the shelf and knocked the box of poison tablets off.
It bumped one tablet along with it's nose, until it reached the counter
where the food was prepared. It snickered, jumped up and knocked a spoon
down. It scooped the tablet onto the spoon with it's paws, and then hit
one end of the spoon. The tablet went flying, and hit the cook on the
head as he entered. It bounced off and plinked onto the counter, rolling
dizzily into the butter. The cat smirked as the cook slathered on the
butter to a peice of bread that would soon become Jonathon's sandwhich.
It darted out of the kitchen, as the cook saw it and hurled a rolling pin
after it.
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Alexandria La Rue pouted.
"But daaaaaddy!! I want a pony!" she shrieked. Inside the
innocent looking, if a bit brattish, 14 year old, lurked an evil young
girl... ready to turn on anyone. Her father, didn't look up. From behind
the stacks of important bank papers from May 56', came a hand with a
check in it.
"mhurr mhuuu fhhhunn" came her father's voice. Alexandria's eyes
lit up.
"Oh I will daddy! I'll have lots of fun!" she cried in glee. She
took out her cell phone. "Hello? Pierre? I'd like to make an appointment
to dye my hair. I was thinking a... yes, that's good, and I want... oh
yes! That sounds... uh huh... how much... WHAT!? Yeah right!! Lookit
buddy, if you ever want another customer, you better give me a session
for free!! Good... thank you... see you in half an hour." she purred. She
clicked the phone shut and slipped it into her mink handbag. "Bye daddy!"
she shouted, and ran out of the office. Around the corner, she took out
her portable bank deposit machine. "Deposit half of daddy's money into my
personal swiss bank account, and make it quick!" she snappped. The mini
calculator looking machine whirred.
"Deposited: 4 hundred, 20 billion american dollars. From subject
"daddy" to subject "daughter". Thank you. Have a nice day." it said. She
threw back her head and laughed long, loud, and evilly.
In a little town in Ireland, a 16 year old girl with firey red hair
looked up. The smaller girl next to her opened her mouth as the laughter
echoed across the hills.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"
On the planet Mercury, two green aliens looked at each other as laughter
reached them.
"MEEH GATH MAHNO JETH MRAP!?"
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"Young love. Feh." muttered Ina-chan, as she watched the dining
duo receive their meal from an aprtament across the street. Evil, cold
hearted, netorius for dropping enimies into large vats of leeches, one of
her late collegues had said she was an onion. You thought you had gotten
to her center, and there were more layers to peel away. Not that anyone
would ever get to her center anyhow, she's kill them off way before. She
looked in the mirror, and brushed her hair back with her fingers. "If it
isn't hat hair, it's cat hair." she mumbled. "Damn costume, you'd think
that people would just except a human sized cat, but noooo, I have to go
around in that thing." she cursed. (Author's note: HAHAHA!! You said you
were the master of disguise, Ina- chan!!) She looked back out the window.
Jonathon took a big bite out of his piddling BLT. She watched him chew
and swollow. She waited. The stuff had said instant on the box. Just
then, a rat came along their table, and nibbled at the BLT. It gasped,
stood back on two legs, and held one paw to it's chest, and one to it's
forhead as it did a perfect corkscrew fall to it's death. Jonathon and
Maera blinked and continued eating. "AUGH!" Ina-chan screamed. She kicked
a chair. "Why don't they just make human poison!!"
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End part 1. Heh. a little more humor than the first, I suppose. Expect
the second installment to be a lot more serious. I guess even I need to
write humor sometimes. As you can see, I don't write all that often!!
Please send comments, flames, and 200 tons of sushi to
crying_terra@juno.com
Thanks.
Terra
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