• The Emo, The Strange one
    And the Undead Monkey


    The Meetling

    Look!” Shouted the odd Emo, “An dndead monkey!!” The normal people, zombies of conformity laughed horribly, shunning what they say as just another crazy person, ignoring the warning. It was too late, the trap was set, the attack underway.

    As normal people fell, blood seeping from eyeless sockets, and figure was seen standing amongst the crowed. Strange and eerie as he was, the monkey did not attack this person. He was not screaming, or running. He had not been one of the laughing. This odd, strange stranger was hiding from normality in plain sight.

    The undead monkey continued its blood filled assault, its maddened rampage as the strange little emo sat on a stone bench, playing with a silver pentacle in her hands.

    “Me does believes that you dropped this.” A voice said before the strange little emo. She peered up, falling back off the bench as she was now face to face with the undead monkey. Holding the odd creature by its tail, was the strange stranger. A shocked expression washed over the face of the emo. How could her minion have been captured? It was impossible, only she could contain the power she had summoned from the dead.

    “How did you come to capture my dear Fluffy, oh strange stranger?” She asked, standing up, her voice taking on a mock British accent. Slowly, she rose to her feet, Fluffy quickly jumping onto her shoulder, released by the strange stranger.

    “Fluffy here, was to busy tearing the eyes out of a politician to notice. So, I grabbed him…or her…whatever it is.” He said, watching the strange emo girl before him play with the undead monkey.

    “An undead monkey.” She said, giggling innocently. Cuteness, cuteness could always be a weapon if used properly. She was not sure if he was enemy, or ally. Friend, or foe. She would have to be careful, for now anyway. Fluffy seemed to not mind being captured, that was good. Animals could always tell things about people.

    “That’s all good and well, but what of the dead bodies?’ The strange one asked, watching the odd emo closely, carefully, though soon felt a weight on his shoulder.

    The emo giggled once again as Fluffy was soon on his shoulder. Ally, a friend, Fluffy could tell. “Let society sort them out.” She said glancing to the strange stranger.

    A small evil grin came to her face as she jumped off the ground slightly, clapping her hands together as a small laugh escaped from her. “Or, Davey Jones is always in need of a crew.” She laughed once again, this time, joined by the strange stranger.

    “To the sea then, little emo witch.” The strange stranger said, walking ahead slightly.

    “Brave sir, I like your thinking, Fluffy, fetch my book of shadows, we can transport the bodies to the ship that way.”? She smiled, watching as Fluffy scurried to a motorcycle, returning with an ancient looking, leather bound book. The emo took it as Fluffy returned to the strange stranger.

    “And me does believe that dear Fluffy likes your thinking too.” She smiled, as she scanned over the bodies, stopping to stand next to the strange stranger.
    ~Fin~