Post by Cujo on May 9, 2007 18:26:47 GMT -5
[Ok, I wrote this because I was bored...Venom is learning how to be evil...
Cujo's getting mad at him It's interesting.]
The dark, musty room had a stale-smelling odor, but it was the best place Cujo could find. He walked in and cleared off a desk that sat in the corner of the small room by pushing its contents onto the floor. He looked up as Venom entered the room.
"What did you want?" Venom asked, wondering why his brother had asked him to meet him in this vile room.
"Sit down," Cujo said, gesturing to the chair behind the desk he had just cleared. Venom sat down and Cujo pulled a small notepad and a pen out of his pocket and tossed it onto the desk. "Take notes when I tell you to."
//I'll finish later...I have to go! Sorry!//
Modification: //Here's the rest of the story//
Venom nodded and picked up the pen, preparing to write. He watched as Cujo walked over to the wall. He was surprised to see that there was a chalkboard in the room. Cujo pulled a piece of chalk out of his pocket. “You have big pockets,” Venom said, laughing.
“Shut up,” Cujo said, glaring at Venom.
“Sorry,” Venom muttered. He watched as Cujo began scrawling things down on the chalkboard.
“Okay, I’m teaching you the rules to survival,” Cujo said. “Start writing these down.”
Venom scrawled ‘Rules to Survival’ across the top of his page, and then looked up to see what Cujo would do next.
“Rule one: Do not trust anyone,” Cujo said, speaking as he wrote. “Rule two: You must steal to survive. Any questions so far?” Cujo asked, turning around to face Venom, who was writing on his pad of paper.
“Yeah. Why can’t I trust anyone? Why must I steal, and what is the point of this?” Venom said, watching as Cujo turned around and proceeded to bang his head on the chalkboard in frustration. “Are you going to answer my questions?” Venom said irritably.
“You must not trust anyone because it’ll lead to your downfall,” Cujo said, and, at Venom’s questioning look he added, “You’ll die.”
Venom’s eyes went wide with fright, and he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but he decided against it and shut his mouth again.
“You must steal to survive because you will have no money or provisions otherwise,” Cujo said, answering Venom’s second question. “Now, let’s continue. Rule three: Don’t get caught when you steal. Rule four: If you get caught, run like your head is on fire.”
“Um…wouldn’t you just apologize and give what you stole back?” Venom asked, watching as Cujo whirled around to face him, anger flaring in his eyes.
“You are way too nice! You’ll never be able to take care of yourself!” Cujo exclaimed, slamming his hands palm-down onto the desk, making Venom flinch. “You’re such a baby! Why don’t you go cry to ‘big sissy’?! She’ll save your sorry hide!” Cujo said, glaring at his brother. He rolled his eyes and walked back to the chalkboard. “Rule five: Do NOT help ANYONE! Rule six: Stay away from wildlife,” Cujo said, emphasizing certain words.
“Why can’t I help anyone?” Venom said, a questioning look upon his face. Cujo’s eye twitched. Venom tried to back up, but he was already cornered against the wall.
Cujo flew across the room at Venom. He grabbed Venom’s neck, putting him in a choke hold. “No more stupid questions, understand?!” He said, his voice a low growl.
“Okay,” Venom managed to gasp, his voice squeaking. Cujo released Venom, who gasped for air, then walked back to the chalkboard.
“Rule seven: Don’t eat bad sushi. You’ll be sick for a month,” Cujo said, grimacing. “Rule eight: You must know more than one language to survive. If you don’t and you get caught, you’re in big trouble,” He continued, and, at another questioning look from Venom, he added, “If they catch you, you can act like a foreigner and not know any better.”
Venom nodded, still copying things down onto his paper. He wasn’t the fastest writer, and Cujo was going a bit to fast for him.
“That’s all the rules we’ll cover today,” Cujo said, putting down his piece of chalk. He walked over to the desk and watched as Venom finished copying down the last bit of information.
“How many more rules are there?” Venom asked, his crimson eyes shining in the dull lamplight.
“Seven,” Cujo said, watching in amusement as Venom’s mouth dropped. Cujo patted Venom’s head, smiling. Venom brushed Cujo’s hand away, glaring at him.
“Don’t treat me like a child,” he said coldly.
“Then don’t act like one,” Cujo replied, erasing the writing off of the chalkboard.
After a few moments of silence, there was a knock at the door, and both boys jumped. “Come in,” Cujo said, glancing at Venom. His crimson and black eyes were wide with fear. He is such a baby! He doesn’t even know it’s Lightning…sheesh Cujo thought as Lightning entered the room.
Cujo's getting mad at him It's interesting.]The dark, musty room had a stale-smelling odor, but it was the best place Cujo could find. He walked in and cleared off a desk that sat in the corner of the small room by pushing its contents onto the floor. He looked up as Venom entered the room.
"What did you want?" Venom asked, wondering why his brother had asked him to meet him in this vile room.
"Sit down," Cujo said, gesturing to the chair behind the desk he had just cleared. Venom sat down and Cujo pulled a small notepad and a pen out of his pocket and tossed it onto the desk. "Take notes when I tell you to."
//I'll finish later...I have to go! Sorry!//
Modification: //Here's the rest of the story//
Venom nodded and picked up the pen, preparing to write. He watched as Cujo walked over to the wall. He was surprised to see that there was a chalkboard in the room. Cujo pulled a piece of chalk out of his pocket. “You have big pockets,” Venom said, laughing.
“Shut up,” Cujo said, glaring at Venom.
“Sorry,” Venom muttered. He watched as Cujo began scrawling things down on the chalkboard.
“Okay, I’m teaching you the rules to survival,” Cujo said. “Start writing these down.”
Venom scrawled ‘Rules to Survival’ across the top of his page, and then looked up to see what Cujo would do next.
“Rule one: Do not trust anyone,” Cujo said, speaking as he wrote. “Rule two: You must steal to survive. Any questions so far?” Cujo asked, turning around to face Venom, who was writing on his pad of paper.
“Yeah. Why can’t I trust anyone? Why must I steal, and what is the point of this?” Venom said, watching as Cujo turned around and proceeded to bang his head on the chalkboard in frustration. “Are you going to answer my questions?” Venom said irritably.
“You must not trust anyone because it’ll lead to your downfall,” Cujo said, and, at Venom’s questioning look he added, “You’ll die.”
Venom’s eyes went wide with fright, and he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but he decided against it and shut his mouth again.
“You must steal to survive because you will have no money or provisions otherwise,” Cujo said, answering Venom’s second question. “Now, let’s continue. Rule three: Don’t get caught when you steal. Rule four: If you get caught, run like your head is on fire.”
“Um…wouldn’t you just apologize and give what you stole back?” Venom asked, watching as Cujo whirled around to face him, anger flaring in his eyes.
“You are way too nice! You’ll never be able to take care of yourself!” Cujo exclaimed, slamming his hands palm-down onto the desk, making Venom flinch. “You’re such a baby! Why don’t you go cry to ‘big sissy’?! She’ll save your sorry hide!” Cujo said, glaring at his brother. He rolled his eyes and walked back to the chalkboard. “Rule five: Do NOT help ANYONE! Rule six: Stay away from wildlife,” Cujo said, emphasizing certain words.
“Why can’t I help anyone?” Venom said, a questioning look upon his face. Cujo’s eye twitched. Venom tried to back up, but he was already cornered against the wall.
Cujo flew across the room at Venom. He grabbed Venom’s neck, putting him in a choke hold. “No more stupid questions, understand?!” He said, his voice a low growl.
“Okay,” Venom managed to gasp, his voice squeaking. Cujo released Venom, who gasped for air, then walked back to the chalkboard.
“Rule seven: Don’t eat bad sushi. You’ll be sick for a month,” Cujo said, grimacing. “Rule eight: You must know more than one language to survive. If you don’t and you get caught, you’re in big trouble,” He continued, and, at another questioning look from Venom, he added, “If they catch you, you can act like a foreigner and not know any better.”
Venom nodded, still copying things down onto his paper. He wasn’t the fastest writer, and Cujo was going a bit to fast for him.
“That’s all the rules we’ll cover today,” Cujo said, putting down his piece of chalk. He walked over to the desk and watched as Venom finished copying down the last bit of information.
“How many more rules are there?” Venom asked, his crimson eyes shining in the dull lamplight.
“Seven,” Cujo said, watching in amusement as Venom’s mouth dropped. Cujo patted Venom’s head, smiling. Venom brushed Cujo’s hand away, glaring at him.
“Don’t treat me like a child,” he said coldly.
“Then don’t act like one,” Cujo replied, erasing the writing off of the chalkboard.
After a few moments of silence, there was a knock at the door, and both boys jumped. “Come in,” Cujo said, glancing at Venom. His crimson and black eyes were wide with fear. He is such a baby! He doesn’t even know it’s Lightning…sheesh Cujo thought as Lightning entered the room.
