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yellowhorde) wrote2005-07-19 08:25 pm
yellowhorde) wrote2005-07-19 08:25 pm
Day One - Tension - Petshop of Horrors
Since I now have both reliable computer and internet access, I am once more going to attempt to take on the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hundredwords challenge.
Wish me luck!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Pet Shop of Horrors and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairing: None
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Title: Tension
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community,psohdrabble. Challenge #72 – ‘Ink’
Day 1
Words: 100
“You killed this man!” Leon snarled, slapping a photograph of the victim onto the table.
D glanced at it, then back at Leon and smiled. “I assure you, Detective, I did not. I run a pet shop and operate within the strict confines of the law, as you well know.”
Leon slammed his fists down in angry frustration, knocking over an antique inkpot. Ink spilled everywhere.
“The blood of innocents is on your hands, Count,” Leon’s voice was low, threatening, “and one way or another, I’m taking you down.”
D’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Detective, I’d love to see you try.”
THE END
hundredwords challenge. Wish me luck!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Pet Shop of Horrors and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairing: None
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Title: Tension
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community,
psohdrabble. Challenge #72 – ‘Ink’Day 1
Words: 100
“You killed this man!” Leon snarled, slapping a photograph of the victim onto the table.
D glanced at it, then back at Leon and smiled. “I assure you, Detective, I did not. I run a pet shop and operate within the strict confines of the law, as you well know.”
Leon slammed his fists down in angry frustration, knocking over an antique inkpot. Ink spilled everywhere.
“The blood of innocents is on your hands, Count,” Leon’s voice was low, threatening, “and one way or another, I’m taking you down.”
D’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Detective, I’d love to see you try.”
THE END