Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ Swords of Fate ❯ The Insane One unleashed.....(also part 2 of the last chapter) ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Your Lost Hope 
This chapter was written by my sis because she kinda really wanted to but for my fans dont worry I dont think you will see many chapters that Johnna writes
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Martial Arts / Horror | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.26.2005 | Updated On: 02.08.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 212 | Status: Completed
This chapter was written by my sis because she kinda really wanted to but for my fans dont worry I dont think you will see many chapters that Johnna writes
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Martial Arts / Horror | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.26.2005 | Updated On: 02.08.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 212 | Status: Completed
"Warriors of difference, bound together by a common festering goal. One, two, three desire triumph. But for the victor; hallow victory."
(v.v''' well this chapter was written by Johnna....because well some other things had been happening else where in the story that I'm busy typing...trust me this will also become a huge factor oh each time is switches from my view and my baby sister..... btw she isnt on drugs or anything...trust me I think she might be normal if she did some kind of drug.....)
~*~:::.:.::~*~Begin Chapter~*~::.:.:::~*~
The three-eyed stick-man was down for now, blacked out. The silver-haired stickman was stuck in roots that make him hallucinate like a crack-whore druggie living in a drug-caused hellish pergatory. The ebony-haired stickman was walking towards the stickman stuck in plants as the onlookers counted steps on the edge of their seats ready for the bloody finish.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five!"
"Six !"
Time passed.
"Hundred...thirty...four..."
Alright, a LOT of time passed.
"Hundred...thirty...five..."
"Hundred...thirty....six..."
Finally, something happened. the ebony haired stickman tripped over the three eyed stickman, fallig onto the silverhaired stickman, knocking him loose from the roots.
The silver haired stickman glared down at the ebony haired stickman laying crumpled at his feet with swirly eyes.
The silver-blue stickman smirked as he raised his sword of destruction, victory was surely his.
"EWWWWWWWWW!!!" An amazingly, devestatingly, annoying voice broke the hushed silence that had befallen the stickman crowd.
All eyes turned towards the in-human scream. There was a bug-haired stickman swatting at his ugly greenish hair with some really foul-smelling warm stuff in it.
A five-teen year old girl with waist-length pitch-black hair, dark crimson-ebony eyes, and black and dark purple overbust corset, black bondage Tripp pants, black leather combat boots, tons of heavy dark black eyeliner and matching lipstick, broke the silence. "A fucking bird just shit on you!" She began to laugh hysterically, falling out of her seat in the darkest corner of the audience and rolling all the way to the edge of the arena.
"Shut up, Twiggy!" Some random stickman audiance member threw a blue electic bass guitar nailing the gothik girl on the head.
The silver haired stickman, sword still raised, blinked confused. Here he was about to win his fight and everyone was watching some phycotic girl who thought she was wither Pogo or Manson.
Twiggy rubbed her bruised head and glared into the crowd. "I swear if I catch whoever threw that I'll.... oooh bishie!" She caught sight of the stickmen in the ring. "Yum...?"
The silver-blue-haired stickman sweatdropped. Hiei drooled in his unconcious state. Naraku had swirly eyes and was sucking his tounge in a fetal positon.
Twiggy blinked. "Uglyness..." She blinked again. "Who in the seven savage hells wrote this stinking bunch of shitty letters!?" She shook her head flipping the omnipresant person off. "You really suck. How can you have cheap graphics in a fucking STORY!?"
ALL OF A SUDDEN.................
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suspence.....
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.fools.
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....... i'm......
.just............
........being.....
................ an..
........omnipresant...
..........hellishly....
........ann oying.........
..........evil.............
................satanic. .....
......bitch...................
another yellow canary took large crap on the bug-haired stickmans head.
"FREAK ON A LEASH!" Twiggy slapped her forhead in irritation. "You are a real tard, you know that bitch."
Yeah. so? What can any of you do about it? I control all of you weak worthless mortal lives!
^_^
...
that is at least until my older saner brother comes back
T.Tuuuuu
The silver haired stickman popped his neck, gettig cramped from standing in place for so long. "Can't we just get this mother fucking gay-ass fight over with so I can move?!?!"
No. ^-^
"That's not nice." Stickfigure with ebony hair pulled his stickthumb out of his stickman mouth long enough to speak. "You're mean. I hate you. You're a stupid bitch. I'm not sharing any cookies with you!"
ASS, stupid, egotistical, ingorant, stupid, annoying, evil, really really really really really sexy, evil, annoying, stupid, ignorant, egoticticial, stupid...ASS!!
Suddenly you can't see what your reading... when you can read again the black hair stickman was completely KO'd (alive by authoress power), with two black eyes, three broken fingers, 7 broken ribs, left leg broken in 21 different places, right leg was.... ruined...., he was a soprano now, and he was bleeding everywhere; threeeyed stickman was KO'd but completely unharmed, perfektly healthy for some godforsaken reason;
the silver haired stickman, perfektly healthy as well, was relaxing in the shade sipping a stickman pinacolada.
"What happened?" An announcers voice suddenly spoke. "It seems that blue-silver-haired stickman has won this really wierd match."
The crowd blinked.
"What just happened?" The announcer asked.
"Everything just tasted purple for a second." The 'triumphant' stickman answered as he took a sip of pinacoloda. "Then suddenly I was siting here and he was massacured and I apparently won without even touching him."
"Surely you did beat the living shit out of him... who else could?" The announcer said logically.
"I didn't." He said. He pointed to Twiggy. "She's the one whos DRIPPING with his blood."
Twiggy got an innocent look on her face. "Who me?" She questioned as a glowing halo appeared over her head. "Never." Blood was surrounding her leading from her place beside the ring, to the ebony-mans body, her foot prints adorning the bloody walkway. Her halo fell and two horns appeared out of her hair.
She did it!
"Did not!" Twiggy denied it.
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
Yes you did! I'm the writer and I know EVERYTHING that goes on in this motherfucking hell!
Twiggy growled and punched herself in the stomach.
OW! YOU MOTHER FUCKING STUPID WHORE!!
"Takes one to know one!!!"
SO THIRD GRADE!
Twiggy scratched her arm with her long sharp nails.
FUCK!
(CENSORED FOR HOMOCIDIAL-or is it suicidal?-BEHAVIOR)
When I allow you to read again. Twiggy is gone, I guess the men in white jackets got us, and all is well again. Until we can escape again to make a yellow canary shit on Weevil Underwood's Head!
JOHNNA CLAIMS THIS CHAPTER IN THE NAME OF INHUMANE- UNDOUBTABLE- UNCONVENTIONAL- UNFORGETTABLE- UNJUSTIFIBLE- UNETHICAL- UNBELIEVABLE- UNDENIABLE INSANITY THAT IS JOHNNA LYNN NORVELL'S MIND!!!!
WHY IS JOHNNA TALKING ABOUT JOHNNA IN THIRD PERSON WHEN JOHNNA, HERSELF, IS JOHNNA?!!?!?!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*cough**cough*HAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHHAHAHA*cough**cough*HAHAAHAHAHAHAHA*cough**cough*HAHAHAHAHA*cough**cou gh*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Johnna does not own Pogo or Manson; if Johnna did than Johnna wouldn't be here bugging the hell out of you would Johnna? Johnna would be playing with her pets!
Johnna does own Twiggy. BUT not her name, since Johnna stole her name from Twiggy (whom, sadly, Johnna does not own). She owns Twiggy's (the character in this story) wonderful personality who acts a lot like Johnna herself. Wait. Twiggy is Johnna! Johnna is confused now. Johnna will now.. er... forgot something...
Johnna owns Johnna.
Johnna thinks....
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(v.v''' well this chapter was written by Johnna....because well some other things had been happening else where in the story that I'm busy typing...trust me this will also become a huge factor oh each time is switches from my view and my baby sister..... btw she isnt on drugs or anything...trust me I think she might be normal if she did some kind of drug.....)
~*~:::.:.::~*~Begin Chapter~*~::.:.:::~*~
The three-eyed stick-man was down for now, blacked out. The silver-haired stickman was stuck in roots that make him hallucinate like a crack-whore druggie living in a drug-caused hellish pergatory. The ebony-haired stickman was walking towards the stickman stuck in plants as the onlookers counted steps on the edge of their seats ready for the bloody finish.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five!"
"Six !"
Time passed.
"Hundred...thirty...four..."
Alright, a LOT of time passed.
"Hundred...thirty...five..."
"Hundred...thirty....six..."
Finally, something happened. the ebony haired stickman tripped over the three eyed stickman, fallig onto the silverhaired stickman, knocking him loose from the roots.
The silver haired stickman glared down at the ebony haired stickman laying crumpled at his feet with swirly eyes.
The silver-blue stickman smirked as he raised his sword of destruction, victory was surely his.
"EWWWWWWWWW!!!" An amazingly, devestatingly, annoying voice broke the hushed silence that had befallen the stickman crowd.
All eyes turned towards the in-human scream. There was a bug-haired stickman swatting at his ugly greenish hair with some really foul-smelling warm stuff in it.
A five-teen year old girl with waist-length pitch-black hair, dark crimson-ebony eyes, and black and dark purple overbust corset, black bondage Tripp pants, black leather combat boots, tons of heavy dark black eyeliner and matching lipstick, broke the silence. "A fucking bird just shit on you!" She began to laugh hysterically, falling out of her seat in the darkest corner of the audience and rolling all the way to the edge of the arena.
"Shut up, Twiggy!" Some random stickman audiance member threw a blue electic bass guitar nailing the gothik girl on the head.
The silver haired stickman, sword still raised, blinked confused. Here he was about to win his fight and everyone was watching some phycotic girl who thought she was wither Pogo or Manson.
Twiggy rubbed her bruised head and glared into the crowd. "I swear if I catch whoever threw that I'll.... oooh bishie!" She caught sight of the stickmen in the ring. "Yum...?"
The silver-blue-haired stickman sweatdropped. Hiei drooled in his unconcious state. Naraku had swirly eyes and was sucking his tounge in a fetal positon.
Twiggy blinked. "Uglyness..." She blinked again. "Who in the seven savage hells wrote this stinking bunch of shitty letters!?" She shook her head flipping the omnipresant person off. "You really suck. How can you have cheap graphics in a fucking STORY!?"
ALL OF A SUDDEN.................
..............................
............ .................
............................
.................... .......
..........................
.........................
.. ......................
...dots................
................are. ..
...for...............
..........messing...
..with........... ..
....your..........
...........head..
................
.a nd...........
......for.....
suspence.....
............
... ........
..........
.poor....
........
.fools.
...... .....
....
...
..
.
.
..
...
....
.. ...
......
.......
........
.........
..........
.. .........
............
.............
.now..........
....... i'm......
.just............
........being.....
................ an..
........omnipresant...
..........hellishly....
........ann oying.........
..........evil.............
................satanic. .....
......bitch...................
another yellow canary took large crap on the bug-haired stickmans head.
"FREAK ON A LEASH!" Twiggy slapped her forhead in irritation. "You are a real tard, you know that bitch."
Yeah. so? What can any of you do about it? I control all of you weak worthless mortal lives!
^_^
...
that is at least until my older saner brother comes back
T.Tuuuuu
The silver haired stickman popped his neck, gettig cramped from standing in place for so long. "Can't we just get this mother fucking gay-ass fight over with so I can move?!?!"
No. ^-^
"That's not nice." Stickfigure with ebony hair pulled his stickthumb out of his stickman mouth long enough to speak. "You're mean. I hate you. You're a stupid bitch. I'm not sharing any cookies with you!"
ASS, stupid, egotistical, ingorant, stupid, annoying, evil, really really really really really sexy, evil, annoying, stupid, ignorant, egoticticial, stupid...ASS!!
Suddenly you can't see what your reading... when you can read again the black hair stickman was completely KO'd (alive by authoress power), with two black eyes, three broken fingers, 7 broken ribs, left leg broken in 21 different places, right leg was.... ruined...., he was a soprano now, and he was bleeding everywhere; threeeyed stickman was KO'd but completely unharmed, perfektly healthy for some godforsaken reason;
the silver haired stickman, perfektly healthy as well, was relaxing in the shade sipping a stickman pinacolada.
"What happened?" An announcers voice suddenly spoke. "It seems that blue-silver-haired stickman has won this really wierd match."
The crowd blinked.
"What just happened?" The announcer asked.
"Everything just tasted purple for a second." The 'triumphant' stickman answered as he took a sip of pinacoloda. "Then suddenly I was siting here and he was massacured and I apparently won without even touching him."
"Surely you did beat the living shit out of him... who else could?" The announcer said logically.
"I didn't." He said. He pointed to Twiggy. "She's the one whos DRIPPING with his blood."
Twiggy got an innocent look on her face. "Who me?" She questioned as a glowing halo appeared over her head. "Never." Blood was surrounding her leading from her place beside the ring, to the ebony-mans body, her foot prints adorning the bloody walkway. Her halo fell and two horns appeared out of her hair.
She did it!
"Did not!" Twiggy denied it.
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
DID SO!
"DID NOT!"
Yes you did! I'm the writer and I know EVERYTHING that goes on in this motherfucking hell!
Twiggy growled and punched herself in the stomach.
OW! YOU MOTHER FUCKING STUPID WHORE!!
"Takes one to know one!!!"
SO THIRD GRADE!
Twiggy scratched her arm with her long sharp nails.
FUCK!
(CENSORED FOR HOMOCIDIAL-or is it suicidal?-BEHAVIOR)
When I allow you to read again. Twiggy is gone, I guess the men in white jackets got us, and all is well again. Until we can escape again to make a yellow canary shit on Weevil Underwood's Head!
JOHNNA CLAIMS THIS CHAPTER IN THE NAME OF INHUMANE- UNDOUBTABLE- UNCONVENTIONAL- UNFORGETTABLE- UNJUSTIFIBLE- UNETHICAL- UNBELIEVABLE- UNDENIABLE INSANITY THAT IS JOHNNA LYNN NORVELL'S MIND!!!!
WHY IS JOHNNA TALKING ABOUT JOHNNA IN THIRD PERSON WHEN JOHNNA, HERSELF, IS JOHNNA?!!?!?!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*cough**cough*HAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHHAHAHA*cough**cough*HAHAAHAHAHAHAHA*cough**cough*HAHAHAHAHA*cough**cou gh*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Johnna does not own Pogo or Manson; if Johnna did than Johnna wouldn't be here bugging the hell out of you would Johnna? Johnna would be playing with her pets!
Johnna does own Twiggy. BUT not her name, since Johnna stole her name from Twiggy (whom, sadly, Johnna does not own). She owns Twiggy's (the character in this story) wonderful personality who acts a lot like Johnna herself. Wait. Twiggy is Johnna! Johnna is confused now. Johnna will now.. er... forgot something...
Johnna owns Johnna.
Johnna thinks....
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