Revenge by Kajakat "Whaddya got there?" "I got white out, an eraser and a thick black magic marker." "And you're gonna use it for…..? "It's my weapon and yours too, if you think about it." Having a difficult time following his partner's thought patterns, he continued, "weapons against…?" "The fan fiction writers." "Oh." "Whaddya mean oh! I thought you, of all people, would understand!" "Havin' a hard time following you today." He smiled inside knowing this tirade was nothing unusual. "Well. I look at it this way. Those writers are always tryin' to get one of us. So if I see it comin, I can just scratch it out," he said with a self satisfied grin. "Why do you want to do that? It's our job," the saner of the two said. "OUR JOB?!? OUR JOB??? It's our job to be maimed, mutilated, murdered and other things I can't even bring myself to mention? I just want control over my life!" "Well get used to it, you won't!" "Won't what?" "Won't get control over your life." "Why not?" "Cause you an' I are just characters." "WE'RE WHAT?" "Characters that some script writer came up with a long time ago." "But I feel so alive!" "You are alive and so am I. We're all alive - that is if we let the writers do what they're suppose to do." "An' what's that suppose to be?" "WRITE! So give me that stuff before one of the writers sees it and decides to give you a haircut or something even worse! |