TheRiseAndFallOfNo-DozThe Rise And Fall Of No Doz.By jryanNo-Doz put on his robes and ascended to his throne. In an instant a shot rang out. No-Doz turned to look at the crowd, and then looked down to watch the circle of crimson growing on his brand new dress shirt. "Shit..." he he said almost to himself as if unsure that he was more upset at being shot, or ruining a great shirt. At that moment he stumbled. Noodulz and Miko rushed to his side and each hugged a leg as if keeping their master upright would keep him alive. But even with their help he took a shuffled step back and fell defiantly into his throne. With his collapse, in the now dead air, the plaintive whimpers of Noodulz could be heard. "You look... pretty, master.", he sobbed as he both pawed at the growing patch of red and starred at his own fingers. No-doz looked down, passing over the gaze of Noodulz and Miko who remained clung to his shins, to admire the fine stitching of the armrest while clumsily trying to clean the blood from it. He let out a small, pained, cough. "Shit..." No-Doz said with a little more dispair and the same amount of ambiguity as he studied the fabric. Finally No-Doz made a dismissive "Psh!" as he swatted at the stained chair and raised his eyes from his fixation. Everyone then turned to see what he then saw.. his assassin.... Foamy. No-Doz squinted across the amphitheater in a bit of confusion.... "Who are you again?" No-doz asked. "BASTARD!!!" Foamy screamed and emptied his gun landing two more shots in No-Doz, another through the drumset of the band behind him, another through the spot light and the final round tore through No-Doz coat rack. No-Doz, doubled over by the impact of these new wounds pushed himself back in his chair, drearily looked around the room, and then saw the coat rack. He winced... again with almost professional ambiguity. He saw the bullet hole through the lapel of his green leather trench coat. A hole that he was certain travelled through to at least his blue smoking jacket... if not every jacket he brought with him. "Shit." he said finally with some muffled conviction. He rolled his head back towards Foamy, locking his bloodshot eyes on him for an a long, quizzical moment. Finally a moment of realization passed across his face. "Oh ..." he finally gurgled "you're the butter eater guy that decker drew...." and at that point he expired. Noodulz, who had clung to No-Doz leg since the first shot, finally cried out in dispair. "Master!! What is to become of poor Noodulz!" Noodulz sobbed. "Oh.. Dozer... I think I am going to Otacon as Dumbledore." Miko finally said with certainty. Fin. |