Slicing Up The Skeleton
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Taking out the Trash
Ok, peeps. This si the second chapter to the sequal...... Sorry it took so long, but I wasn\'t sure what to do here.......... But, I got this idea from taking the trash out in the middle of the night....... That was scary..... But I hope you like the story...... PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
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He ran. Faster and faster, but still the shadows were right behind him. Could he whatwhat was in the shadows, no. But he knew there was danger. He could feel it in his heart as it pumped under his rib cage with such speed it stole his breath.
He stopped. Why did he stop!? He couldn\'t move! Oh, god! It was over..... It was over....
\"JACKSON!!!!!!!\" The man opened his eyes only to find he had fallen asleep on the couch. He blinked as the room came into view.
The light was dim and the T.V. chated on carelessly. He was wrapped in a dull, brown blanket on the old sofa and his wife stood above him, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. There was anger in her glareing eyes as she yelled at him again.
\"You ass! You fell asleep! you are supposed to be helping me clean the house before our guests arrive tomarrow! Now get off your lazy butt and take out the trash!!!\" He winced at her loud voice. She stood and pushed a stray, silver hair behind her ear, the rest of it tucked away in a blue bandana. The old man rolled his eyes.
\"Fine, you old hag. You don\'t have to yell so fuckin\' loud!\" He stated to her as he lifted himself from the couch wearily.
She stomped away and he huffed. \'Whatever.\' He walked into the kitchen and glanced at the garbage can in the bright room and frowned. He hated taking out the garbage, it was SOOO annoying. But it had to be done....... At least he had something to look forward to tomarrow morning.
A smile graced Jackson\'e lips. His niece, Bulma, was coming to stay....... Along with some friends and family. They asked to have a gathering at this house since Capsle Corp. was being remodled.
Now he didn\'t like many people, but he loved his neice and would do almost anything for her. So they agreed and soon all of them would be here.
He wattled over to the trash bag on the floor and his hand reached out, wrapping around the red handles. He picked up the bag and walked over to the back door. He glanced out the small window, into the darkness.
It was raining.
Just his fucking luck. Jackson sighed as he snatched up his rain coat on the small silver hook next to the door. He placed the trash bag down as he slipped it on. When he was finished, he slipped on the hood and grabbed the trash bag. The old man grabbed the handle of the wooden door and pulled it open. As he stepped into the blackness of night, the door closed behind him and the rain beat down on his head.
Rain was not the only sound outside.
He looked at the house to his left. Music boomed from inside and all the lights were on. He could barely make out the words of the deep voice behind the drums and screamign gutiar.
Carving up your flesh
Until I get to the bone
Murder all I can
True death still lives on
Open wounds in sickly skin
Gangrenous infected dead
I\'ll tear you up and fuck the holes I cut into you!
Murderer, I rape the dead
Torture killer!
He clenched his teeth together. \'Such bull shit kids listen to today!\' He thought to himself as he made his way from the side walk to the grass. In front of him was the garage..... well it was more like a shack. It was small and the paint was chipped. it hadn\'t been painted inONG ONG time. On the side of that there were bushes taller then he was. And behind that was a huge oak tree then the trash cans were in the alley.
Jackson looked at the dark path before him and gulped.
\'Why am I letting that stupid nightmare get to me!? It was just a dream........ But it felt so real....\'
He shook off his thoughts and marched into the night. Slowly he passed the bushes. He was almost there......
Suddenly he stopped. In the rain he could see a shadow......... No, it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
He slowly made his way past the tall tree and when he saw there was nothing there, he dashed to the trash cans and shoved the white bag into it, running back. But as he passed the tree, an arm reached out, slamming him in the chest.
The old man fell to the wet grass and groaned in pain. Did he hit a branch?
His question was answered as a face appeared before him. The lightening played off his attackers features.
His eyes stared at Jackson with a fire in their ebony depths that made him shiver in fear. And his twisted smile was just as chilling as it lay on his blue tented lips and thin, pale cheeks. The younger man\'s hair was wild and stuck out in too many directions to count, some of the raven strands dangglign before his face.
The shadowy figure reached out and wrapped his long, bony fingers around Jackson\'s neck, lifting him from the cold ground. The attacker walked over to the garage and pinned him to it, squeezing harder on his throut.
\"Don\'t waste your energy screaming, no one will hear you anyway.\" Another grin was placed on his sharp features and Jackson cringed.
The younger man reached into the huge over coat he was wearing and pulled out two long, rusted steaks. The older man began to struggle and scream, but only the music echoed back.
Crushing bone and skin
As I break a hole through your cranium
Mutilated death
Piles of decayed victims brutalized
Torturing the human flesh
Sadistically perverse necrophile
Terrified you live to die to rot, dead! In a shallow grave
Murderer I rape the dead
Torture killer
Murderer, I rape the dead
Torture killer!
He curse in his mind and glanced back at the man who held him down. Suddenly his arm was raised into the air and when it came down, Pain raced through the old man\'s shoulder. He looked over.
One of the steaks was inplaed through him and pinned to the wood behind him. He groaned as a tear slid down his cheek.
More pain.
The man had impaled his other shoulder. Blood poured from the two joints and he smed med again. Still no one came to his rescue.
Carving up your flesh
Until I get to the bone
Murder all I can
True death still lives on
Open wounds in sickly skin
Gangrenous infected dead
I\'ll tear you up, and fuck the holes I cut into you
Murderer, I rape the dead
One sick fuck
Torture killer!
Suddenly his attacker stood back and snached something that lay beside the bush. He brought it up and craddled it in both of his hands.
It was an axe.....
Jackson\'s eyes became large as more salty tears fell. The younger man lifted the axe and slmmed it against his knee and he watched as it fell onto the grass.
He lifted his weapon again. This time the blade sunk into his thigh and blood splattered on the black haired man\'s face.
His smile widened and he swung again, and again, and again..... This time it was truely over.......
After about and hour, he was fiished. Goku looked at the pile of limbs at his feet and then at the two arms pinned to the garage. It was a beautiful sight. Vegeta would have been proud........
Yes, he still waited for his prince. He knew that the ouji would admit his love to him one day, he knew it! And he would wait for that day until the end of time if he had too. But this was the perfect time to see his mate. They were all coming the next morning and finally him and his love would be together again. He would be sure of it...... But a saddness rose in him. The third class placed a hand to his stomach and he sighed. He just hope things would go better then the way they did before.......... Yes, there was pain and yes he hated it and almost died.... But the most painful thing was hearing those word from Vegeta\'s mouth.
\'I hate you.\'
Goku shuddered just thinking about it. But that wouldn\'t happen this time........ No, it wouldn\'t.
Kakarot pulled a black trash bag from his coat pocket and bent down next to the mound of flesh before him. The rain was washing away the crimson, but the smell of it was still fresh to him.
He opened the bag and stuffed the body parts in one by one. After the bag was full, he picked it up and carried it over to the trash cans, tossing it in carelessly.
He heard the back door open and a woman was yelling out.
\"What the hell are you doin back there!?\" The old woman stepped out and began walking to the back. Goku hopped over the metal barrier between him and the alley, hiding in the darkness.
The old woman marched to the back and looked around. When she didn\'t see her husband, rage was painted on her features.
\"Old bastard! Probably went to go get drunk..... I knew he would do it.\" She huffed and then stompped back to the house.
The sayian chuckled as he turned from the back yard and made his way down the alley, rain pouring down on him. He knew the skies would cry for him again one day.
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That was a long chapter...... Well, to me at least. it was kinda boring, but hey it\'s better then nothing! I was thinking of makeing Goku a Zombie, but I figured that would be too funny, so I didn\'t. Remember to REVIEW!!!!! And I\'ll see y\'all next time. ^_^*
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He ran. Faster and faster, but still the shadows were right behind him. Could he whatwhat was in the shadows, no. But he knew there was danger. He could feel it in his heart as it pumped under his rib cage with such speed it stole his breath.
He stopped. Why did he stop!? He couldn\'t move! Oh, god! It was over..... It was over....
\"JACKSON!!!!!!!\" The man opened his eyes only to find he had fallen asleep on the couch. He blinked as the room came into view.
The light was dim and the T.V. chated on carelessly. He was wrapped in a dull, brown blanket on the old sofa and his wife stood above him, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. There was anger in her glareing eyes as she yelled at him again.
\"You ass! You fell asleep! you are supposed to be helping me clean the house before our guests arrive tomarrow! Now get off your lazy butt and take out the trash!!!\" He winced at her loud voice. She stood and pushed a stray, silver hair behind her ear, the rest of it tucked away in a blue bandana. The old man rolled his eyes.
\"Fine, you old hag. You don\'t have to yell so fuckin\' loud!\" He stated to her as he lifted himself from the couch wearily.
She stomped away and he huffed. \'Whatever.\' He walked into the kitchen and glanced at the garbage can in the bright room and frowned. He hated taking out the garbage, it was SOOO annoying. But it had to be done....... At least he had something to look forward to tomarrow morning.
A smile graced Jackson\'e lips. His niece, Bulma, was coming to stay....... Along with some friends and family. They asked to have a gathering at this house since Capsle Corp. was being remodled.
Now he didn\'t like many people, but he loved his neice and would do almost anything for her. So they agreed and soon all of them would be here.
He wattled over to the trash bag on the floor and his hand reached out, wrapping around the red handles. He picked up the bag and walked over to the back door. He glanced out the small window, into the darkness.
It was raining.
Just his fucking luck. Jackson sighed as he snatched up his rain coat on the small silver hook next to the door. He placed the trash bag down as he slipped it on. When he was finished, he slipped on the hood and grabbed the trash bag. The old man grabbed the handle of the wooden door and pulled it open. As he stepped into the blackness of night, the door closed behind him and the rain beat down on his head.
Rain was not the only sound outside.
He looked at the house to his left. Music boomed from inside and all the lights were on. He could barely make out the words of the deep voice behind the drums and screamign gutiar.
Carving up your flesh
Until I get to the bone
Murder all I can
True death still lives on
Open wounds in sickly skin
Gangrenous infected dead
I\'ll tear you up and fuck the holes I cut into you!
Murderer, I rape the dead
Torture killer!
He clenched his teeth together. \'Such bull shit kids listen to today!\' He thought to himself as he made his way from the side walk to the grass. In front of him was the garage..... well it was more like a shack. It was small and the paint was chipped. it hadn\'t been painted inONG ONG time. On the side of that there were bushes taller then he was. And behind that was a huge oak tree then the trash cans were in the alley.
Jackson looked at the dark path before him and gulped.
\'Why am I letting that stupid nightmare get to me!? It was just a dream........ But it felt so real....\'
He shook off his thoughts and marched into the night. Slowly he passed the bushes. He was almost there......
Suddenly he stopped. In the rain he could see a shadow......... No, it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
He slowly made his way past the tall tree and when he saw there was nothing there, he dashed to the trash cans and shoved the white bag into it, running back. But as he passed the tree, an arm reached out, slamming him in the chest.
The old man fell to the wet grass and groaned in pain. Did he hit a branch?
His question was answered as a face appeared before him. The lightening played off his attackers features.
His eyes stared at Jackson with a fire in their ebony depths that made him shiver in fear. And his twisted smile was just as chilling as it lay on his blue tented lips and thin, pale cheeks. The younger man\'s hair was wild and stuck out in too many directions to count, some of the raven strands dangglign before his face.
The shadowy figure reached out and wrapped his long, bony fingers around Jackson\'s neck, lifting him from the cold ground. The attacker walked over to the garage and pinned him to it, squeezing harder on his throut.
\"Don\'t waste your energy screaming, no one will hear you anyway.\" Another grin was placed on his sharp features and Jackson cringed.
The younger man reached into the huge over coat he was wearing and pulled out two long, rusted steaks. The older man began to struggle and scream, but only the music echoed back.
Crushing bone and skin
As I break a hole through your cranium
Mutilated death
Piles of decayed victims brutalized
Torturing the human flesh
Sadistically perverse necrophile
Terrified you live to die to rot, dead! In a shallow grave
Murderer I rape the dead
Torture killer
Murderer, I rape the dead
Torture killer!
He curse in his mind and glanced back at the man who held him down. Suddenly his arm was raised into the air and when it came down, Pain raced through the old man\'s shoulder. He looked over.
One of the steaks was inplaed through him and pinned to the wood behind him. He groaned as a tear slid down his cheek.
More pain.
The man had impaled his other shoulder. Blood poured from the two joints and he smed med again. Still no one came to his rescue.
Carving up your flesh
Until I get to the bone
Murder all I can
True death still lives on
Open wounds in sickly skin
Gangrenous infected dead
I\'ll tear you up, and fuck the holes I cut into you
Murderer, I rape the dead
One sick fuck
Torture killer!
Suddenly his attacker stood back and snached something that lay beside the bush. He brought it up and craddled it in both of his hands.
It was an axe.....
Jackson\'s eyes became large as more salty tears fell. The younger man lifted the axe and slmmed it against his knee and he watched as it fell onto the grass.
He lifted his weapon again. This time the blade sunk into his thigh and blood splattered on the black haired man\'s face.
His smile widened and he swung again, and again, and again..... This time it was truely over.......
After about and hour, he was fiished. Goku looked at the pile of limbs at his feet and then at the two arms pinned to the garage. It was a beautiful sight. Vegeta would have been proud........
Yes, he still waited for his prince. He knew that the ouji would admit his love to him one day, he knew it! And he would wait for that day until the end of time if he had too. But this was the perfect time to see his mate. They were all coming the next morning and finally him and his love would be together again. He would be sure of it...... But a saddness rose in him. The third class placed a hand to his stomach and he sighed. He just hope things would go better then the way they did before.......... Yes, there was pain and yes he hated it and almost died.... But the most painful thing was hearing those word from Vegeta\'s mouth.
\'I hate you.\'
Goku shuddered just thinking about it. But that wouldn\'t happen this time........ No, it wouldn\'t.
Kakarot pulled a black trash bag from his coat pocket and bent down next to the mound of flesh before him. The rain was washing away the crimson, but the smell of it was still fresh to him.
He opened the bag and stuffed the body parts in one by one. After the bag was full, he picked it up and carried it over to the trash cans, tossing it in carelessly.
He heard the back door open and a woman was yelling out.
\"What the hell are you doin back there!?\" The old woman stepped out and began walking to the back. Goku hopped over the metal barrier between him and the alley, hiding in the darkness.
The old woman marched to the back and looked around. When she didn\'t see her husband, rage was painted on her features.
\"Old bastard! Probably went to go get drunk..... I knew he would do it.\" She huffed and then stompped back to the house.
The sayian chuckled as he turned from the back yard and made his way down the alley, rain pouring down on him. He knew the skies would cry for him again one day.
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That was a long chapter...... Well, to me at least. it was kinda boring, but hey it\'s better then nothing! I was thinking of makeing Goku a Zombie, but I figured that would be too funny, so I didn\'t. Remember to REVIEW!!!!! And I\'ll see y\'all next time. ^_^*