Post by grahamthomson on Nov 24, 2010 13:21:12 GMT
As lightning tore into the black night sky, Bombshell's silhouette flashed like a white hot spectre.
Standing at the entrance of his secret lair, the Insecticon wrung his hands in perversion.
"Another witless fleshling victim!" he roared. "Under the influence of my cerebro-shell!"
He leaned over his mesmerised human subject that sat, with a glazed expression, at the makeshift computer console.
"Your mind belongs to me now," Bombshell hissed. "Do my bidding!"
With numb fingers, the human typed at the computer's keyboard in time with his dulled heartbeat.
Bombshell suddenly stopped the human. "Ooh, but don't bid too high."
"Influence" written by Graham Thomson, 2010. A "Drabble"... exactly 100 words.
Standing at the entrance of his secret lair, the Insecticon wrung his hands in perversion.
"Another witless fleshling victim!" he roared. "Under the influence of my cerebro-shell!"
He leaned over his mesmerised human subject that sat, with a glazed expression, at the makeshift computer console.
"Your mind belongs to me now," Bombshell hissed. "Do my bidding!"
With numb fingers, the human typed at the computer's keyboard in time with his dulled heartbeat.
Bombshell suddenly stopped the human. "Ooh, but don't bid too high."
"Influence" written by Graham Thomson, 2010. A "Drabble"... exactly 100 words.
