three | line drive monster [unfiltered]

[strike_you_out]

[The phone is picked up, a call is placed. The voice on the line is, at first, dangerously calm—]

To the one who stole what's mine...

[—only to become a sharply hissed whisper]

I will find you.

[After being droned, humiliated, and murdered (and ultimately dissected by his attackers), this is what tips him into a rage: his missing bat.]

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[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

It must be taken by force.

[thelittlecanary.livejournal.com]

Even if they return it peacefully?...

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

They won't.

[No faith in humanity whatsoever, which is reasonable considering the suspect.]

[thelittlecanary.livejournal.com]

Then I suppose you have every right.

[LOL, polar opposite right hurr.]

...What is your name?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Agreed.

[At least there's something they can agree to.]


Name... They call me Lil' Slugger.

[thelittlecanary.livejournal.com]

[Well, she does believe in justice, just as long as the punishment fits the crime.

But that's odd. Does he not have a proper name? Perhaps it's a nickname.]

I'm Garnet. I hope you can get back what was taken from you, Lil' Slugger.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[In fact he doesn't have a real name. Isn't it tragic?]

Thanks, Miss Garnet~ [is confident that he will]

[thelittlecanary.livejournal.com]

[It truly is.]

Oh, it's no trouble...do you have an idea of who might be the culprit?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Yes. The boy who killed my drone.

[thelittlecanary.livejournal.com]

He killed you and stole from you?... [Sounds very ill at ease about having yet another bad person in Mayfield.] How did you find out it was him? I mean, you were droned...

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

One part memory; one part inclination...