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The French knife slipped down slowly in her sweaty German palms...
What the HELL was that noise? Nikolas tightened her grip on the knife. "Dok-tor," she hissed, in the direction of the strange person-like shadow behind her. "I hear something." "Probably ze Janitor's cat." replied the shadow, in a thick German accent, "You know zese Amerikans... Everyone haz a cat," Nikolas tightened her sweaty hand around the large blades handle, her eyes darting up the long, long, ever so long and empty hallway. Holding herself very still... she switched her focus to a shadow at the far end of the hall. What could possibly be making it? Did she spy it move? Or was her imagination having a lend of her intellect for the moment...? Holding ... herself... very... stil- "She iz a perfekt specimen, Nurse." Her concentration was broken by her boss's blunt babbling. "H-How so, Doktor?" Her swift voice was stuttering as the knife became harder to grip. She started to wonder how she got into this situation. Oh, yeah, thats right, she volunteered. She would do anything for the infamous Doktor Edgar Gah, and that includes breaking into the Headston Free Clinic Morgue. "Ze body iz young and in good physical condition. Ze parts are best for ze purpose." "Yes sir, but... what iz ze purpose again?" Her question was followed by one of Doktor's outrageously loud sighs, "I've told you zree und a half times already, Nurse Nikolas. Why muzt I tell you again?" He glanced back at her. His royal blue eyes piercing the dark. Nurse hadn't noticed, she was too focused on the mysterious eerie darkness that filled the hallway. "S-sorry Doktor." "...You hast not taken your paranoia pillz, hast you?" thank you to =chiiildd for doing the background. and for me allowing me to turn you into a girl. best EVER! |
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more pl0x.
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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
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