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Nevet One-Shot & other crap
And now, a super short one-shot, focusing around Nevet. This takes place BEFORE Biocide -- Nevet has just broken away from Ashas and, for the last few weeks, has been living with an old friend, Zachary. I don't expect anyone to know what the hell I'm talking about. Read it anyway.

Nevet is part snake, and a false God. You'll need to know that.



In the back of Nevet's mind, he knew it was wrong. Wrong was something that he knew very well, as he'd been wronged and had done wrong on numerous occasions. This, however, was not something familiar. Never had he betrayed a friend (perhaps because he'd never had a friend), and he was not quite sure how he was supposed to feel about the entire thing. Guilt would be most appropriate, but if he was feeling that, he honestly couldn't tell. Mostly, there was just numb.

Nevet would have liked to feel guilty. Zachary had, after all, always stood by him, and had helped him back onto his feet. Most others would have left him out in the cold, but Zachary, as his only friend, had decided to do otherwise. He'd taken the false God in, clothed him, fed him, and given him everything he could offer as a friend. Nevet would have liked to say that he'd gone into his best friend's room to make amends for the agruement they'd had. He would have liked to say that, for once, he was thinking of someone other than himself. For once, he was having a heart and wanting to be the best friend he could possibly be to the only person in the world that cared that he existed.

But that, of course, was not the case.

He felt nothing as he snapped the neck of the only person that had ever been loyal to him, and he felt nothing as he unhinged his jaw and widened his mouth. Even as he took in Zachary's head -- hair and all -- he felt strangely apathetic. There was no guilt, no satisfaction, no emotion what-so-ever. There was only a deep emptiness in the pit of his stomach, where the body of his ex-best friend would soon be. It had been a while since he'd had a good meal.

But as he reached Zachary's shoulders, and realized that his mouth would stretch no wider, reality came crashing down upon him. The only person who had never wronged him was dead, by his own hands. Still, he felt no guilt, or satisfaction, but instead an odd sense of nausia. In the next moment, he was throwing up Zachary's head and everything else in his stomach. He then layed there for a while, on his back, in his own vomit, staring up at the ceiling in digust at himself and everything he'd become.

After about thirty minutes, he got up, grabbed the corpse of his ex-best friend and tried again.

Current Mood: tired tired
Current Music: Los Del Rio - Macarena

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violent_aki From: violent_aki Date: April 1st, 2006 04:48 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, wow. Very nice drabble there.

Aw, paid account go bye-bye? ;o; It's okee. -pat-
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 24th, 2006 11:53 pm (UTC) (Link)

RAWR

It is I, Ichnal (or bblovesraven) from ttg.net I didn't know you had a LJ!
mer_rawr From: mer_rawr Date: April 30th, 2006 12:18 am (UTC) (Link)
hey it's capa4mer!! :D

WELL. IM STUPID. I can't figure out how to add friends..so you'll have to add me. Okay? Okay. XD
ihrtdestruction From: ihrtdestruction Date: October 8th, 2006 04:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
that's great, B. What's next? Nevet gonna bang Ellehcim? You know I'd enjoy reading that.
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