Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ 100 Cups of Tea ❯ Hack Job ( Chapter 41 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: yellowhorde 
Anime/Manga: Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Police / Supernatural / / Shounen | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.18.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 207 | Visits: 375 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Police / Supernatural / / Shounen | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.18.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 207 | Visits: 375 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Petshop of Horrors and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairing: None
Pairing: None
Category: General/Humor
Rating: G
Warning: None
Title: Hack Job
Author: yellowhorde
Note: This was written for the LiveJournal community, psohdrabble. Challenge #89 - `include the word "wreckage" in the drabble'
HACK JOB
D and Chris wore identical expressions of horror as they watched Leon work.
“Detective,” D finally managed, much paler than normal, “would you like some help with that?”
“No,” Leon muttered tightly. The knuckles gripping the knife's handle were white. “I don't need any help. I have everything under control.”
Once again, he set to work, the serrated blades of the electric knife buzzing as it dug into flesh.
Finally, Leon set the knife down and gestured grandly with the carving fork towards the wreckage of the Thanksgiving turkey that littered the serving platter before him.
“Who wants the wishbone?”
THE END
Rating: G
Warning: None
Title: Hack Job
Author: yellowhorde
Note: This was written for the LiveJournal community, psohdrabble. Challenge #89 - `include the word "wreckage" in the drabble'
HACK JOB
D and Chris wore identical expressions of horror as they watched Leon work.
“Detective,” D finally managed, much paler than normal, “would you like some help with that?”
“No,” Leon muttered tightly. The knuckles gripping the knife's handle were white. “I don't need any help. I have everything under control.”
Once again, he set to work, the serrated blades of the electric knife buzzing as it dug into flesh.
Finally, Leon set the knife down and gestured grandly with the carving fork towards the wreckage of the Thanksgiving turkey that littered the serving platter before him.
“Who wants the wishbone?”
THE END