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Narrator: It was a night on High Street. Clear dark sky, bright street lamps, bright full moon. Suddenly there was a criminal detective walking down the pavement. Out on the streets, there is one man who is a criminal at night. A criminal so mysterious and strange, that no one's ever heard of. Pimp Les. Unlike the original Les Dennis who hosts many game shows and working in theatre plays, this man, is an unbelievable gangster. Purple zoot suit, black and white hat, purple trousers, black shoes. It all began at a police station...
(Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean" playing on the radio)
Police Officer #1: So Les, any crime going on tonight?
Les: Yes officer. Everytime that the bad people does something wrong to the good people, I'm gonna hunt them down with my small gun, or you're gonna arrest them with your handcuffs.
Police Officer #1: I know, Les. A group of good people has been beaten by the bad people, but you will need to sort them out by killing the
BotB Pt. FiveScientist Ashley - BATTLE OF THE BRAINS Pt. 5
Chapter 13: The Battle and Ashley Returns To Normal
(Evil Ashley and Ashlyn fight as they begin to battle, then Evil Ashley begins to shove Ashlyn in the floor, then starts scratching her lab coat and kicked her teeth by her clawed toenails.)
Ashlyn: I-I-I thought you were weak.
Evil Ashley: I'm stronger than you. You owe me vengeance!
Ashlyn: (COUGHS) I-I, I...
Evil Ashley: Y-Y-You what?
Ashlyn: I feel weak...
Evil Ashley: Ha! You don't want to mess with me! That's the end of the battle...you will pay.
Ashlyn: (COUGHS) I...would...die...(gets unconscious)
(The audience gasped as Ashlyn dies, Evil Ashley sticks her hand into her ear, and pulls the microchip out from her brain, she throws the microchip on the floor, her red eyes return to her normal eyes)
Ashley: (GROANS) Oh...my head, again. Wh-what happened?
(Ashley gets up)
Ashley: Now, where was I? Oh yeah...
(Ashley picks up an unconscious
BotB Pt. FourScientist Ashley - BATTLE OF THE BRAINS Pt. 4
Chapter 10: Luke Goes To Ashley's Lab
Luke: So, what do we do now?
Evil Ashley: I suggest we go back to my laboratory.
Luke: Oh, OK.
(They both walked off, outside Ashley's lab, Evil Ashley pressed the button on the door keypad)
Door Keypad: Enter your numbers.
(Evil Ashley types numbers 1, 5, 3, 7, 1, 7, 9, 6, 7 on the door keypad)
Door Keypad: Access granted. (BZZZZ!)
(The door opens by itself while making a buzzing sound, then the buzzing stops, and Luke and Evil Ashley walked in)
Prof. Maxwell: Oh no! It's a stranger!
Evil Ashley: Relax Maxwell! It's just a man in a trenchcoat. His name is Luke.
Prof. Maxwell: Luke?
Luke: That's right, I'm Luke. And what's yours?
Prof. Maxwell: I'm Professor Maxwell.
Luke: How do you do then Professor?
Prof. Maxwell: And how do you do Luke?
Evil Ashley: Luke, Ashlyn has escaped. She's gonna battle me in the arena.
Luke: In the arena?
BotB Pt. ThreeScientist Ashley - BATTLE OF THE BRAINS Pt. 3
Chapter 7: The Wrong Ashley
Prof. Maxwell: You don't look good, Ashley. A-A-Are you OK?
Evil Ashley: Maxwell.
Prof. Maxwell: Ashley, what's wrong with your voice?
Evil Ashley: Ashlyn. Sh-she was trying to put me in a microchip. It's the wrong chip. I WAS evil, but I still have a good heart.
Prof. Maxwell: Yes Ashley. You still have a good heart.
Evil Ashley: Just wait till I come in her house and smash her brain against the wall. I like good guys, but I don't like bad guys.
Prof. Maxwell: No. You don't like bad guys.
Evil Ashley: And you know what's wrong with my voice? I sound like a female giant monster.
AT ASHLYN'S LAB
Ashlyn: Oh no! I had the wrong chip! That's the last one I've got! I haven't got any more microchips! DANG!
BACK AT ASHLEY'S LAB
Evil Ashley: I'm gonna take revenge on her, and when I do, I will smash her brain against the wall like the last time
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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