Mischief Night
Title: Mischief Night
Fandom: Glam Nation
Characters: Tommy Joe Ratliff, OMC's
Author: i_amthecosmos
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Prompt #007: Halloween at glam_100
Warnings, Blasphemy, stealing
Notes: I wanted to write a gen story about what Tommy might've done on Halloween as a kid. He is a total brat in this, but for the record, the punk kids I knew in small towns growing up did much worse than just steal from a church. (Also, I am writing over 500 words a day now. Wild.)
Tommy giggled as he ran through his neighborhood streets. He wore a skull mask and Misfits t-shirt. He knew he was too old to be trick or treating and he sure as hell wasn’t getting much candy this year. But the wind was blowing dry leaves into spirals, the moon was full, and he had his friends running behind them, voices echoing in the dark. He was bored with TP’ing houses and egging cars. So he said “Let’s go to the church,” and his friends laughed and followed him up Beacon and 4th to the building he hated the most.
When they got to Our Lady’s, Tommy took a second to look at the impressive, beautiful, horrible building. It was awe-inspiring and fantastic. Halloween seemed to be the perfect background for it. “Now let’s go in,” Tommy whispered, and they headed through a side door close to the Priest’s quarters. They had to be quiet, because last year a bunch of kids were caught on Halloween and got paddled 20 times and a month of detentions. Tommy didn’t care-he wanted to get kicked out. They went to the altar and Tommy stood in front of a huge cross. “That one.”
“Are you crazy, Tommy? We can’t steal that fuckin’ thing, it’s bigger than all four of us,” Jason whispered. “I wanna know where you hid the forklift.”
“No problem, we’ll find something more pocket-sized,” Tommy said, looking around the altar. “There’s a good one.” It was a smaller cross, and nice heavy marble-good quality. “I want that one over my bed.”
“I don’t know man,” Daniel said. “This is creepy, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Tommy could see his eyes wide in the dim light.
“What’s wrong with you, you afraid?” Tommy said. “Don’t worry, there isn’t any hell, okay?”
Tommy put the cross in his backpack, where it made a soothing heavy weight against his back. Daniel backed up, as if trying to put as much distance between Tommy’s blasphemy as possible. Jason looked around and grabbed a ritual cup. Jacob wound up with a fistful of rosary beads, which Tommy thought were lame. They were blue. And plastic. What a ripoff, Catholic items should be pretty, so pretty Tommy would want to steal them.
They were just turning to head out the door, when a door creaked and Tommy froze. “Who’s in there?” Shit, it was Father Damian.
Tommy, Jacob and Jason hit the door running, getting out just before the light came on. Daniel was moving in half time and Tommy heard his cries and the whop sound as Father Damian administered some corporal punishment on the spot. They ran about a half mile and Tommy was beginning to seriously regret the heavy cross digging into his back. When they made it to Jacob’s street, they all decided to go to Trisha’s house to hide out. The rest of the night was spent with pizza and video games, the cross leaning against the TV like a trophy.
Fandom: Glam Nation
Characters: Tommy Joe Ratliff, OMC's
Author: i_amthecosmos
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Prompt #007: Halloween at glam_100
Warnings, Blasphemy, stealing
Notes: I wanted to write a gen story about what Tommy might've done on Halloween as a kid. He is a total brat in this, but for the record, the punk kids I knew in small towns growing up did much worse than just steal from a church. (Also, I am writing over 500 words a day now. Wild.)
Tommy giggled as he ran through his neighborhood streets. He wore a skull mask and Misfits t-shirt. He knew he was too old to be trick or treating and he sure as hell wasn’t getting much candy this year. But the wind was blowing dry leaves into spirals, the moon was full, and he had his friends running behind them, voices echoing in the dark. He was bored with TP’ing houses and egging cars. So he said “Let’s go to the church,” and his friends laughed and followed him up Beacon and 4th to the building he hated the most.
When they got to Our Lady’s, Tommy took a second to look at the impressive, beautiful, horrible building. It was awe-inspiring and fantastic. Halloween seemed to be the perfect background for it. “Now let’s go in,” Tommy whispered, and they headed through a side door close to the Priest’s quarters. They had to be quiet, because last year a bunch of kids were caught on Halloween and got paddled 20 times and a month of detentions. Tommy didn’t care-he wanted to get kicked out. They went to the altar and Tommy stood in front of a huge cross. “That one.”
“Are you crazy, Tommy? We can’t steal that fuckin’ thing, it’s bigger than all four of us,” Jason whispered. “I wanna know where you hid the forklift.”
“No problem, we’ll find something more pocket-sized,” Tommy said, looking around the altar. “There’s a good one.” It was a smaller cross, and nice heavy marble-good quality. “I want that one over my bed.”
“I don’t know man,” Daniel said. “This is creepy, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Tommy could see his eyes wide in the dim light.
“What’s wrong with you, you afraid?” Tommy said. “Don’t worry, there isn’t any hell, okay?”
Tommy put the cross in his backpack, where it made a soothing heavy weight against his back. Daniel backed up, as if trying to put as much distance between Tommy’s blasphemy as possible. Jason looked around and grabbed a ritual cup. Jacob wound up with a fistful of rosary beads, which Tommy thought were lame. They were blue. And plastic. What a ripoff, Catholic items should be pretty, so pretty Tommy would want to steal them.
They were just turning to head out the door, when a door creaked and Tommy froze. “Who’s in there?” Shit, it was Father Damian.
Tommy, Jacob and Jason hit the door running, getting out just before the light came on. Daniel was moving in half time and Tommy heard his cries and the whop sound as Father Damian administered some corporal punishment on the spot. They ran about a half mile and Tommy was beginning to seriously regret the heavy cross digging into his back. When they made it to Jacob’s street, they all decided to go to Trisha’s house to hide out. The rest of the night was spent with pizza and video games, the cross leaning against the TV like a trophy.