Fanon:Restless Guitarist
GIVE THE GUITAR BACK!
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| Name | Restless Guitarist |
| Genre | Horror |
| Created by | ShadeAssassin |
| Rating | PG-13 |
| Number of Chapters | 3.5 |
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| Status | Finished |
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GIVE IT BACK TO ME!!!
Prologue[edit | edit source]
In an abandoned old warehouse. It was empty, quiet and dark, the air was filled with a mild musty smell, the walls have begun to peel. That was a man dressing in black and turquoise with rock style perm hair in there, he wearing a headbang and a bandana that covered his face. He was sneaking, seem likes searching something. He is Xiyan, he is insane- or relatively erratic.
After a long time, he into the deepest of warehouse then found a relatively covert door, there was chaining by some rusty severely thick chains. He took out his magic wand and shaking it, then those chains were burned down.
Xiyan sneaked into the room. It also empty, only a rectangle box in the corner, it was chaining too, he burned down those chains again. He opened it, there was a gorgeous guitar, it was black and claret and doesn't look like broken at all.
Xiyan was excited, others' things are best things to him, no matter what's that, this has nothing to do with money, he even can do dumpster diving because this. He also a rocker, although he only can playing drums, but this guitar looking so rock! He picked up the guitar, another trophy is a broken fire alarm. When he back to his apartment, he hidden the trophies as usual.
Chapter 1[edit | edit source]
After a day Xiyan was in apartment, standing in front of window and smoking in a night.The phone was ringing, then he answered the call.
There was a very vague voice, same as had an awful connection. Xiyan almost can't heard what the voice said.
"Can you change a place where the connection isn't likes a sh*t?" Xiyan said. The voice was continued, it sounds as if likes repeated those vague words. Xiyan listened more carefully that he felt it sounds kinda likes"Give the guitar back to me".
"You said give it back to you?"Xiyan ridiculed,"F- you f-ing f-er, go home to f- your grandparents." He hung up the phone, it obvious that was a prank call.
After soon Xiyan turned on the TV. It hasn't any problem, except for slight murmurs, but it hasn't any murmur before, Although his TV wasn't good, it wasn't bad. Soon the TV turned off automatically-it seem shorted. Xiyan hasn't enough magic level to fix item and he isn't handy. He tried to call the repairman, yet even the phone was thorough failure.
"Who's the f-ing f-er that break my f-ing phone?"Xiyan thought and hung up the phone heavily. He suddenly noticed that the phone handset was bloodstained. Those bloodstain are fresh.
"What the…"
Xiyan touched the ear that just touched the handset. Much fresh blood appeared on his hand. Xiyan can sure it was true, no hallucination-he usually hallucinating. He ran to the bathroom that has mirror, then he saw his eyes, noses and mouth were bleeding, the part of hair that near the ears also bloodstaineds, those blood was fresh too.
Xiyan tried to turn on the tap to wash those blood, but it unexpectedly fell down suddenly then smashed his hand, it fell too fast that even hasn't time to dodge, he even felt that hand was fracture. It was so painful that he screamed F words at the top of his voice.
Hardly had the tap fell down when the medium-size mirror also fell down extremely fast and splintered, the splinters spattered and almost hit on Xiyan's body.
Chapter 2[edit | edit source]
"F- off!"Xiyan fell down and yelled.
"F-ing yes,"It also the voice that same as before, also almost can't heard what it said, only knew it was angry,"Give the f-ing guitar back to me!"
Xiyan suddenly felt a heavy thing smashed his hand again, it was a pale-redlish hand. It wearing mitten and had some grazes, the knuckles were kinda distorted. It hasn't any temperature, neither cold, warm, cool or hot, only heavy abnormally. Xiyan even can't move his hand at all, that hand was thorough motionless likes a part of corpse, it was from a vague figure, the figure was pale-redlish and looks like a person lying in a unnatural deathly posture.
"Are you f-ing deaf? Give the guitar BACK TO ME!"
The figure cached Xiyan's arm and standing up painfully-it was an adult man has messy medium-length wings haircut, wearing a suit and scarf. He was floating likes a ghost- or he is a ghost.
"Why? It's my trophy."Xiyan pulled up by the man, the man's strength was great abnormally that Xiyan could not get free.
"YOU SU*KER!"The man yelled with a ghostly voice, a few of feathers floating around him.
Xiyan faintly saw the man's original appearance- he wearing in black and claret, his hair also were black and claret, there were some grazes on his face and neck, he also wearing heavy makeup likes a metal rocker. His eyes, noses and mouth were blooding, stared at Xiyan deathly.
The man rushed- or floated very fast towards Xiyan, slapped on his face many times- yet Xiyan's face felt same as smashed by heavy thing.
Chapter 3[edit | edit source]
"It's your F-ing trophy?"Then the man stared to beat Xiyan, " Suck your f-ing di*k, son of bit*h!"
"Suck your f-ing as**ole!"
Xiyan was resisting, he has magic power and always wins in fights but this obvious an exception-that was some heavy things smashing him, no fists! He even hadn't chance to take out his magic wand.
Xiyan seems to saw or felt someone suddenly threw the drums to him, then the drums smashed his chest and neck. The feeling was too realistic and over and over again, seem to put him to death!
"F-ing stop! I give it f-ing back!"Xiyan yelled, because he even felt he was dying, real dying.
The man stopped beat Xiyan, "Then take it to me."
Xiyan took out the guitar form the place what he hidden trophies and gave it back to the man. He wanted to take the opportunity to grab it back or give the man a ice or fire blast, yet the man were too devilishness.
"It's my guitar, that you known. I'm going to find that f-ing bas*ard." The man said, and disappear suddenly.
However Xiyan will keeping stealing, because he's an insane klepto.