B snickered. Ever the ingrate. All this time youve always expected to catch a bullet, or blow yourself upbut look at the mighty favor Im doing you! You get to die like your Lord and Saviorthats some high praise right there, you should be honored. And he lifted the cross away from the wall, dropping it against the marble. It landed hard and a riotous echo shot through the halls.
Mello winced, and B stepped over the wood to grab him again by the hair, half hauling, half dragging him to wrestle him down against the cross. "Truly, I say to you, B quoted with blasphemous nonchalance, Today you will be with me in Paradise."
Fuck you, and there was only so much physical fight left in the blonde, but he managed to struggle all the same. B had to actually sit down and straddle his chest obscenelyall naked sinew and raw and bloody burnsand combat boots. He sat down and pinned Mellos right arm with his knee. The weight was horrible on Mellos chest and he started wheezing and choking and straining.
B produced a nail, and held it up for the blonde to see. Stop me if you heard this one, the psycho quipped, pressing the spike to Mellos brutalized palm. Jesus Christ walks into a hotel B picked up the hammer, Mello grit and growled at him, tossing his head miserably. He hands the innkeeper three nails and he asks Can you put me up for the night?
Bang.
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It's amazing how only delivering hints and leaving the rest to the imagination of the viewer seems to be have more effect! This enough to give me cold shivers!
I think ya'll got it better than 'right'. Its so much cooler than what I was epxecting, though you all do some really cool cosplay and I am never disapointed.
wow. just the hands.
It is very artistic of you guys.