Monsters Wear Miniskirts 1
Title: Monsters Wear Miniskirts [1/?]
Author: ohvick
Pairing: none.
Rating: R
POV: third
Summary: Frank gets kidnapped by two obsessed fans and finds out just how fucking scary teenagers can be.
Disclaimer: IM SICK. I LIE. i own Vicky and Lisa. (Lisa cost $50 dolla per night.)
Author Notes: we arent really like that fyi. inspired by the movie Hard Candy.
Warnings: death, bit of gore, bad words, stupid girls
Dedications: mcrgirl729. i thank you for your services.
Frank stirred awake to find he was sprawled in the backseat bench of an unfamiliar car.
He felt like he’d been beaten with a club then thrown into hell and spat out again. Every muscle was tenderized meat, every ligament was melted and bone crunched against hard bone. He felt the hot blood in his veins racing, felt the pool of it in his ears, felt the sickly cool sheen of sweat that covered his body, stuck to his clothes.
“What the fuck, Lisa? He’s waking up!”
Frank’s bleary eyes spotted a fuzzy outline of a short haired girl behind the wheel and another pony-tailed girl in the passenger’s seat. She turned to Frank in worry, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Lisa! Jesus, Lisa, don’t just sit there. Do something!”
Lisa licked the blood off her lips nervously, “I don’t know what to do. Oh my God, Vicky, what do I do?”
“Fuckin’ give him another one of those things. Hurry!”
Lisa reached down for something and brought it back up to the light, with extra care. Frank’s eyes widened when he saw the needle filled with whoknowswhat- a clear, colorless liquid.
“No. No. What are you doing? NO!”
“Slow down…” Lisa called over her shoulder once she’d climbed into the backseat and gotten in a comfortable position for pinning Frank’s forearm down. Pressed one knee against his chest and the other on the inside of this wrist.
“No no no no no no…” Frank found himself unable to do anything but shake his head and whimper before the needle plunged into the blue vein and the contents were injected into his system once again.
“Sorry, Frankie.”
A/N: k, so it's kinda weird putting me and Lisa in this story. i want to make sure everyone understands that i do not plan on kidnapping Frank and doing whatever i want with him, being all obsessive and creepy and such. im not insane, i swear. this is all just exageration. and fun. i sure HOPE this hasnt been done before. or im gonna be pissed.
question: where can i post this? its not slash. no sex. more like horror.
thank you.
Author: ohvick
Pairing: none.
Rating: R
POV: third
Summary: Frank gets kidnapped by two obsessed fans and finds out just how fucking scary teenagers can be.
Disclaimer: IM SICK. I LIE. i own Vicky and Lisa. (Lisa cost $50 dolla per night.)
Author Notes: we arent really like that fyi. inspired by the movie Hard Candy.
Warnings: death, bit of gore, bad words, stupid girls
Dedications: mcrgirl729. i thank you for your services.
Frank stirred awake to find he was sprawled in the backseat bench of an unfamiliar car.
He felt like he’d been beaten with a club then thrown into hell and spat out again. Every muscle was tenderized meat, every ligament was melted and bone crunched against hard bone. He felt the hot blood in his veins racing, felt the pool of it in his ears, felt the sickly cool sheen of sweat that covered his body, stuck to his clothes.
“What the fuck, Lisa? He’s waking up!”
Frank’s bleary eyes spotted a fuzzy outline of a short haired girl behind the wheel and another pony-tailed girl in the passenger’s seat. She turned to Frank in worry, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Lisa! Jesus, Lisa, don’t just sit there. Do something!”
Lisa licked the blood off her lips nervously, “I don’t know what to do. Oh my God, Vicky, what do I do?”
“Fuckin’ give him another one of those things. Hurry!”
Lisa reached down for something and brought it back up to the light, with extra care. Frank’s eyes widened when he saw the needle filled with whoknowswhat- a clear, colorless liquid.
“No. No. What are you doing? NO!”
“Slow down…” Lisa called over her shoulder once she’d climbed into the backseat and gotten in a comfortable position for pinning Frank’s forearm down. Pressed one knee against his chest and the other on the inside of this wrist.
“No no no no no no…” Frank found himself unable to do anything but shake his head and whimper before the needle plunged into the blue vein and the contents were injected into his system once again.
“Sorry, Frankie.”
A/N: k, so it's kinda weird putting me and Lisa in this story. i want to make sure everyone understands that i do not plan on kidnapping Frank and doing whatever i want with him, being all obsessive and creepy and such. im not insane, i swear. this is all just exageration. and fun. i sure HOPE this hasnt been done before. or im gonna be pissed.
question: where can i post this? its not slash. no sex. more like horror.
thank you.