Brimstone: Hints and Fanfiction
“What’cha reading?” Zeke asked, putting a coin on the counter to pay for his paper. “Max?”
“A story by Devil’s Advocate.” She answered, not looking away from the screen of her laptop.
“Devil’s Advocate?”
Max looked up as the man leaned over the counter, smiling slightly at his arched eyebrows. “It’s a penname silly! Everybody uses them for fanfiction.”
“What’s fanfiction?” He asked blandly.
“God Stone, it says it in the name!” She sighed, giving him a light smack on the arm. “If a fan likes a story, they occasionally write something with the characters. Like Lord of the Rings - you know that right?”
“I’ve heard of it.”
“Well, a fan might take Aragon and Legolas slash them together; or they might write a missing scene from when the hobbits were visiting the Elves.”
“… Slash them together?”
“Make them have sex.” The woman said mischievously.
“I take it you’ve read such a story.” He said mildly.
“Yeah,” she shrugged, “there’s some good ones out there. Anyway, remember that story you told me, with the souls breaking out and God sending a cop out to round ‘em up?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I put it on my website and Devil’s Advocate sent me a copy of his or her fic out of respect.”
“I see. So is it any good?”
“It’s weird. DA changed my main character to a hellcop and the whole story is a conversation between him and the Devil.”
Zeke frowned. “Really?”
“Yeah, it matches the story you told me actually. I thought you might be DA until I remembered that you were technologically illiterate.”
“Hn. So what was the conversation about?”
“Oh, the Devil calls the hellcop lazy and threatens to bring him back to hell a few times.” Max answered, looking at her laptop again.
‘Sounds familiar,’ the man thought, hiding a wince.
“… and then It gives the hellcop a burnt cross, an arcade token, and a bottle of water.”
“What exactly does the Devil say?”
“Don’t let this one get away like the other two, or maybe you’ll drown in a flood.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. Why so interested Stone?”
“Well, I did tell you that story.” He smiled disarmingly.
Max just scowled at him.
“What brand of water was it?”
“…Evian, but somebody wrote Damn on the label with a marker,” she answered after taking a look at the computer.
“Thanks Max.”
He was almost to the door when Max asked: “do you know DA, Stone?”
“If it is who I think it is, then he’s a miserable bastard with the most twisted sense of humor you can think of.”
“You should introduce us sometime. He’s pretty good. I don’t know many people who could string together so many witty double-entendres.”
“Trust me, it’s best if you stay away from him - and that means on the Internet too.”
"I'll keep that in mind."
“A story by Devil’s Advocate.” She answered, not looking away from the screen of her laptop.
“Devil’s Advocate?”
Max looked up as the man leaned over the counter, smiling slightly at his arched eyebrows. “It’s a penname silly! Everybody uses them for fanfiction.”
“What’s fanfiction?” He asked blandly.
“God Stone, it says it in the name!” She sighed, giving him a light smack on the arm. “If a fan likes a story, they occasionally write something with the characters. Like Lord of the Rings - you know that right?”
“I’ve heard of it.”
“Well, a fan might take Aragon and Legolas slash them together; or they might write a missing scene from when the hobbits were visiting the Elves.”
“… Slash them together?”
“Make them have sex.” The woman said mischievously.
“I take it you’ve read such a story.” He said mildly.
“Yeah,” she shrugged, “there’s some good ones out there. Anyway, remember that story you told me, with the souls breaking out and God sending a cop out to round ‘em up?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I put it on my website and Devil’s Advocate sent me a copy of his or her fic out of respect.”
“I see. So is it any good?”
“It’s weird. DA changed my main character to a hellcop and the whole story is a conversation between him and the Devil.”
Zeke frowned. “Really?”
“Yeah, it matches the story you told me actually. I thought you might be DA until I remembered that you were technologically illiterate.”
“Hn. So what was the conversation about?”
“Oh, the Devil calls the hellcop lazy and threatens to bring him back to hell a few times.” Max answered, looking at her laptop again.
‘Sounds familiar,’ the man thought, hiding a wince.
“… and then It gives the hellcop a burnt cross, an arcade token, and a bottle of water.”
“What exactly does the Devil say?”
“Don’t let this one get away like the other two, or maybe you’ll drown in a flood.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. Why so interested Stone?”
“Well, I did tell you that story.” He smiled disarmingly.
Max just scowled at him.
“What brand of water was it?”
“…Evian, but somebody wrote Damn on the label with a marker,” she answered after taking a look at the computer.
“Thanks Max.”
He was almost to the door when Max asked: “do you know DA, Stone?”
“If it is who I think it is, then he’s a miserable bastard with the most twisted sense of humor you can think of.”
“You should introduce us sometime. He’s pretty good. I don’t know many people who could string together so many witty double-entendres.”
“Trust me, it’s best if you stay away from him - and that means on the Internet too.”
"I'll keep that in mind."