The Emo, Stranage One, and the Undead Monkey
Boogie Nights
Eyes gazed over the yellowed pages of the ancient, leather bound book in her lap. The odd little emo sighed, adjusting the black framed glasses she wore, for reading only. Fluffy rested, sleeping on a perch near by, not bothered by the numerous candles scattered across the room.
“Bodies taken care of, now what is an emo to do?” She muttered, her gaze turning the city just outside her apartment. Fluffy perked up. A ringing? A phone? No, the door bell? No, a cell phone.
The odd emo giggled cutely, typing quickly as she rose from her seat, the only thing to it was pillows, large ones, on the floor. She was one for comfort, not matching, and the pillows were far more comfortable than a sofa or chair.
“Of vampires, and werewolves, demons and pirates, life needs a little excitement, my dear Fluffy.” The emo laughed, reciting in a mock British accent. She smiled, walking around the room, extinguishing candles, and grabbing her black jacket, throwing it on quickly.
“For you see, tonight, we slay a demon, one who is enemy to all, one who finds pleasure in the blood of both the norm, and the odd, the pure and the occult.” With a dagger now at her side, and undead monkey on her shoulder, she giggled.
“That’s right, we kill the Boogie Man.” The odd emo laughed, grabbing a bag, ‘And lock him away for good, but you will have to stay here, its far too dangerous for you.” She smiled. She didn’t want her pet to get hurt, not at all.
A gentle knock, a rapping at the door. A person was there, but who? The emo giggled evilly, smiling. “Fluffy dear, please answer that.” She said, smiling, rummaging through the bag.
“Don’t you put a leash on this?” A voice asked, laughing lightly. Yes tried to watch as the undead monkey sat ion his shoulder, picking through his hair.
“Ah, Mr. Stranger.” The emo giggled, watching as Fluffy took a seat on the pillows she had been resting on, ‘One cannot contain the cuteness that is the undead monkey.” She smiled, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
“Shall we depart then?” She asked, grabbing a set of keys from a small table. They keys were old, and new, some odd, some not.
“We shall.” The strange one said, walking to the door.
“And what do we know, of Mr. Boogie Man?” The emo witch inquired.
“He is horrific, no one survives. He plays with their lives as nothing more than gambling stakes, that he must win through high risk games.” The strange one remarked, glancing to the hood emo as they walked out the door.
“Are we going to have to play his twisted mind games? I am not very lucky, you don’t want to take this emo to Vegas.” The odd emo noted as she wandered from her apartment.
“We just have to search him out.” The strange one said.
“Lure him into a trap, into a binding circle.” The emo said, smiling as she held up a pirce of purple chalk.
“That is a gamble, I am unsure he we take.” The strange stranger remarked.
“The trap came be sprung anywhere, even his lair. Please, allow me to prepare, if you dare.” The emo mused, and innocently evil smile on her face. “”There is something in the wind, voices of distant souls, lost to his evil games tell me that tragedy is knocking at his door.”
“I pray that you aren’t tragedy.” the strange one said, ever so slightly worried.
“Nope, we follow a foolish victim.” The emo said, “This way, we aren’t caught in a trap.”
“You don’t have a heard, do you?” The strange one asked, slightly shocked by her remark.
“Only to those who have a heart, do I show my heart.” The emo said, “No one understands me, and they shun me, ridicule me. Yet, I hunt what harms them.” She wandered down a dimly lit city street, her mind dancing with many thoughts.
“You are a confusing little emo.” The strange one said, sighing as he followed her.
“Arigato.” The emo said, giggling lightly, smiling sweetly.
The strange one shook his head, another sigh escaping his lips. “Very unique.” He said, “But still confusing.”
“Me knows. Me likes to keep people guessing.” She smiled, following a darkly clothed person at a distance. “We keep conversation to minimal now.” She whispered.
The person they tracked behind bounded through the city streets, darting down allies, taking a path that only they knew, a path of doom and despair, and that soon ended at a condemned building.
“This is it.” The emo said, smiling darkly, watching carefully as the person hurried in. She soon followed, then the strange stranger. Their attack would begin soon, he could tell.
“You play by my rules, you win, you live, its simple.” A dark voice said, laughing as the victim tried to voice against these rules. They were not the terms agreed upon originally. The figure that laughed was the color of shadows, eyes as red as blood, glowing menacingly, teeth sharpened to a deadly point, visible in the dim moon lightly.
The emo muttered quickly, holding her hands in front of her, clasped together. Around the victim, a glowing, white circle formed on the floor, keeping the figure from getting to the person. “Not tonight, this time, its your life.” The emo said, smirking as she emerged from hiding.
The dark figure shot towards her suddenly, shadows engulfing her before she could move. They strangled her, squeezing the air and life out of her form. “Wind…and fire, water…and earth, the spirit…that binds.” She said, her voice almost calm, spoken slow and deliberate, “allow fire… to ignite and…burn.” Her vision was beginning to blur, breathing becoming harder and air becoming scarce. A red circle formed over her hand, and erupted into flames, burning the dark creature that held her. Shocked, she was released as the creature dried out. As she slumped onto the ground, the strange one stole the dagger from her, easing her fall to the floor, she would need to rest to regain her breathing once again.
The strange one was quick in his movements, slashing at the dark form before him, dealing a deep slash to the arm of the Boogie man before he could even defend himself. Before another blow could be dealt, the Boogie Man retreated, his escape halted by a white circle forming on the floor that surrounded him.
“Throw the dagger.” The emo said, her breathing still slightly labored.
The strange one nodded, tossing the dagger fiercely at the Boogie Man, the blade embedding deeply into the creatures chest.
“Boogie Man, I lock thee away, in a land of nothing, a place with no meaning. This, is your dungeon.” The emo said as the dagger began to glow white hot. “Plunge the demon into darkness.” Light exploded within the circle, the emo and strange one shielding their eyes.
The light soon diminished, the enemy now gone, and the dagger lying on the floor. “Me finds it very odd.” The emo said as she picked the dagger up from the floor, sheathing it. “The dagger chose you to pull energy from, what it does, I have yet to discover.”
“You almost got yourself killed.” The strange one said walking up to her, grabbing her by the shoulders, shaking her slightly, “And your standing here talking about how odd it is a dagger did something odd!?”
“I had fate on my side.” The emo smiled, “Now, onto the next me guess.” She walked out of the building, humming lightly to herself.
“Very odd girl.” The strange one said, shaking his head as he followed behind her, sighing.
~Fin~
Boogie Nights
Eyes gazed over the yellowed pages of the ancient, leather bound book in her lap. The odd little emo sighed, adjusting the black framed glasses she wore, for reading only. Fluffy rested, sleeping on a perch near by, not bothered by the numerous candles scattered across the room.
“Bodies taken care of, now what is an emo to do?” She muttered, her gaze turning the city just outside her apartment. Fluffy perked up. A ringing? A phone? No, the door bell? No, a cell phone.
The odd emo giggled cutely, typing quickly as she rose from her seat, the only thing to it was pillows, large ones, on the floor. She was one for comfort, not matching, and the pillows were far more comfortable than a sofa or chair.
“Of vampires, and werewolves, demons and pirates, life needs a little excitement, my dear Fluffy.” The emo laughed, reciting in a mock British accent. She smiled, walking around the room, extinguishing candles, and grabbing her black jacket, throwing it on quickly.
“For you see, tonight, we slay a demon, one who is enemy to all, one who finds pleasure in the blood of both the norm, and the odd, the pure and the occult.” With a dagger now at her side, and undead monkey on her shoulder, she giggled.
“That’s right, we kill the Boogie Man.” The odd emo laughed, grabbing a bag, ‘And lock him away for good, but you will have to stay here, its far too dangerous for you.” She smiled. She didn’t want her pet to get hurt, not at all.
A gentle knock, a rapping at the door. A person was there, but who? The emo giggled evilly, smiling. “Fluffy dear, please answer that.” She said, smiling, rummaging through the bag.
“Don’t you put a leash on this?” A voice asked, laughing lightly. Yes tried to watch as the undead monkey sat ion his shoulder, picking through his hair.
“Ah, Mr. Stranger.” The emo giggled, watching as Fluffy took a seat on the pillows she had been resting on, ‘One cannot contain the cuteness that is the undead monkey.” She smiled, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
“Shall we depart then?” She asked, grabbing a set of keys from a small table. They keys were old, and new, some odd, some not.
“We shall.” The strange one said, walking to the door.
“And what do we know, of Mr. Boogie Man?” The emo witch inquired.
“He is horrific, no one survives. He plays with their lives as nothing more than gambling stakes, that he must win through high risk games.” The strange one remarked, glancing to the hood emo as they walked out the door.
“Are we going to have to play his twisted mind games? I am not very lucky, you don’t want to take this emo to Vegas.” The odd emo noted as she wandered from her apartment.
“We just have to search him out.” The strange one said.
“Lure him into a trap, into a binding circle.” The emo said, smiling as she held up a pirce of purple chalk.
“That is a gamble, I am unsure he we take.” The strange stranger remarked.
“The trap came be sprung anywhere, even his lair. Please, allow me to prepare, if you dare.” The emo mused, and innocently evil smile on her face. “”There is something in the wind, voices of distant souls, lost to his evil games tell me that tragedy is knocking at his door.”
“I pray that you aren’t tragedy.” the strange one said, ever so slightly worried.
“Nope, we follow a foolish victim.” The emo said, “This way, we aren’t caught in a trap.”
“You don’t have a heard, do you?” The strange one asked, slightly shocked by her remark.
“Only to those who have a heart, do I show my heart.” The emo said, “No one understands me, and they shun me, ridicule me. Yet, I hunt what harms them.” She wandered down a dimly lit city street, her mind dancing with many thoughts.
“You are a confusing little emo.” The strange one said, sighing as he followed her.
“Arigato.” The emo said, giggling lightly, smiling sweetly.
The strange one shook his head, another sigh escaping his lips. “Very unique.” He said, “But still confusing.”
“Me knows. Me likes to keep people guessing.” She smiled, following a darkly clothed person at a distance. “We keep conversation to minimal now.” She whispered.
The person they tracked behind bounded through the city streets, darting down allies, taking a path that only they knew, a path of doom and despair, and that soon ended at a condemned building.
“This is it.” The emo said, smiling darkly, watching carefully as the person hurried in. She soon followed, then the strange stranger. Their attack would begin soon, he could tell.
“You play by my rules, you win, you live, its simple.” A dark voice said, laughing as the victim tried to voice against these rules. They were not the terms agreed upon originally. The figure that laughed was the color of shadows, eyes as red as blood, glowing menacingly, teeth sharpened to a deadly point, visible in the dim moon lightly.
The emo muttered quickly, holding her hands in front of her, clasped together. Around the victim, a glowing, white circle formed on the floor, keeping the figure from getting to the person. “Not tonight, this time, its your life.” The emo said, smirking as she emerged from hiding.
The dark figure shot towards her suddenly, shadows engulfing her before she could move. They strangled her, squeezing the air and life out of her form. “Wind…and fire, water…and earth, the spirit…that binds.” She said, her voice almost calm, spoken slow and deliberate, “allow fire… to ignite and…burn.” Her vision was beginning to blur, breathing becoming harder and air becoming scarce. A red circle formed over her hand, and erupted into flames, burning the dark creature that held her. Shocked, she was released as the creature dried out. As she slumped onto the ground, the strange one stole the dagger from her, easing her fall to the floor, she would need to rest to regain her breathing once again.
The strange one was quick in his movements, slashing at the dark form before him, dealing a deep slash to the arm of the Boogie man before he could even defend himself. Before another blow could be dealt, the Boogie Man retreated, his escape halted by a white circle forming on the floor that surrounded him.
“Throw the dagger.” The emo said, her breathing still slightly labored.
The strange one nodded, tossing the dagger fiercely at the Boogie Man, the blade embedding deeply into the creatures chest.
“Boogie Man, I lock thee away, in a land of nothing, a place with no meaning. This, is your dungeon.” The emo said as the dagger began to glow white hot. “Plunge the demon into darkness.” Light exploded within the circle, the emo and strange one shielding their eyes.
The light soon diminished, the enemy now gone, and the dagger lying on the floor. “Me finds it very odd.” The emo said as she picked the dagger up from the floor, sheathing it. “The dagger chose you to pull energy from, what it does, I have yet to discover.”
“You almost got yourself killed.” The strange one said walking up to her, grabbing her by the shoulders, shaking her slightly, “And your standing here talking about how odd it is a dagger did something odd!?”
“I had fate on my side.” The emo smiled, “Now, onto the next me guess.” She walked out of the building, humming lightly to herself.
“Very odd girl.” The strange one said, shaking his head as he followed behind her, sighing.
~Fin~
