LOOK WHO SUBMITTED NEW ART!!!!
Work is done for the summer, and I had all day during this sad excuse of a storm (hurricane Irene oooo scary) to do some new stuff (despite having still not finished moving things from Witchywinnie)
I finally saw A Clockwork Orange, and though a little disappointed (it started out with so much promise, such a sad ending), I LOVE Alex DeLarge. He's like a cousin of the Joker and it makes me happy.
And this love called for an OC
Reverting back to his old self, at 25 Alex is back causing hell raping and beating people in their homes. When he hits the Ainsley home, he has the wife restrained and the husband on the floor, but wasn't expecting the gun to his head. 22-year-old Jodi Ainsley has a strong will to protect her family, but the two find them selves in a pickle.
Into the mind of Alex:
The large wife was tied to her lovely dinning room chair while I left the bit of a drunk husband on the floor with a broken leg and gasping for breathe from several swift kicks to the gut. I was getting ready for the old in-out with the lady, when a cold bit of metal was pushed against my head.
“I see I missed someone,” I saw the look on the woman’s face as she tried to silently tell the person behind me to leave. I assumed old mumsy was telling her baby boy to go hide while I did my business. “What say you put that down, Brother?”
“Take another step towards her and I’ll fire, you yarbless piece of rotting waste.”
Not the voice I was expecting, it was either a young lad, or the girly of the house, either way the mouth was quite dirty.
“Drop the stick.”
I did as commanded, but with a smile on my face. It had been a long time since I had this much fun. I saw a woman’s hand grab my walking stick from the corner of my eye and chuckled. A woman was giving me orders, I was quite impressed.
“Turn around,” she told me, and I did as she demanded. I looked down to see her short, voluptuous body and the head of dark red that held the same body of curves.
“Welly, welly, welly, well, what do we have here, a young miss?” I was able to sneak a glance down her powder blue blouse.
She lowered the gun she had at my gulliver and I looked into her Winter blue eyes. “You’ve done enough damage here, get out.”
“I haven’t finished. What if I should choose to give your old lady the old in-out?”
“That codpiece won’t stop a bullet.” The words shocked me as she spoke of such ultra-violent ways. “Besides, could you really now, knowing she is a mother? Imagine your mother’s face as you commit such sins.”
“Well, that’s just unfair, Love,” I fell into her trickery, Mum’s face was now sewn on the woman’s gulliver, and the thought made me sick. I looked to the girl and smiled. The quick look of shock she gave as I moved to pin her to the wall of her dinning room was thrilling. “I guess I’ll just have to look for my fun elsewhere.”
Holding her hands above her head, I went for the tie holding up her loose blouse, but I made the horrible mistake of meeting her gaze. This girl wasn’t the same as the others. “No fight, Love?”
“You’re either going to beat me, kill me, or rape me. If I fight it’ll only be worse.”
Those eyes, those frosted eyes looked to me and I felt my heart skip a beat. I don’t know what came over me, but I didn’t until her blouse, I didn’t strike her with my cane or hand. I cradled her head and held her gaze. “What if I wasn’t to do any of that?”
“Then you’d be a either a fool or a saint.”
“Why didn’t you kill me? You had the gun right there.” I touched her nose with mine and spied a pink hue to her pale cheeks. Her lip quivered and a heat radiated from my chest. The mumbles of the parents were gone as I stared at the quiver. It wasn’t fear that made that plump lip shake. Before I knew what I was doing, I had taken that quivering lip and was holding her to me. She was startled, but fell into the kiss and I released her hand to pull her curvaceous bod to mine.
Now she stands by my side, dressed in her black and white best. Covered in ruffles, lace, and roses, she is a vision in the night as we journey to achieve the feeling of ultra-violence. I no longer do the in-out with the women, I have a feisty little treat that satisfies me, but that is all if I leave her family alone, which I can do, for a in-out every night in someone else’s home, I can do whatever she pleases, and she’ll do whatever pleases me.
A bit of a Harley Quinn complex I guess, but it’s that mad love that makes the world go round.
Alex DeLarge from Clockwork Orange