Part 1 http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/5th-column-comics-rocking-roll-1-1662997/
Part 2 http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/5th-column-comics-rocking-roll-2-1670207/
Part 3 http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/5th-column-comics-rocking-roll-3-1670751/
Rocking Roll stared at the wall of horror before him, rooted to the spot as his brain tried to process what his eyes were seeing. He covered his mouth partially to suppress a vomit but also to hold in his shock. Out the corner of his bloodshot eye, a figure moved towards him. Rocking Roll made a fist with his right hand and rock horns with the left and tensed, readying for action.
“Um, you gonna rent anything?” asked the pimply faced teen who sidled up next to the rock hero.
“Dude,” breathed Rocking Roll “Scared the $#!t out of me! Thought you were a blight or something.”
The teen gulped uneasily “Nope. So you a member?”
Rocking Roll shrugged. “No idea man.”
“Then you’re going to have to leave,” said the teen quietly. “You’ve been here for like two hours and your cloud is kinda blocking the doorway.”
Rocking Roll looked over at his hovering cloud near the door, gently playing Beth by KISS as it bobbed up and down. “No probs dude. I’ll just grab this.”
The teen looked at him in disgust. Rocking Roll arced up a bit “What dude?”
“Don’t you want something more current? This is like bad 80’s horror.”
Rocking Roll looked at the cover “I know. Nazi zombies. Wicked!” **
“Got a membership card?” asked the teen as he ushered Roll towards the exit.
“A what?” Rocking Roll looked up at the screen playing http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/5th-column-comics-the-response-the-movie-1-1682775/#4 “WHAT. IS. THAT?”
“Some upcoming blockbuster garbage by the studio that brought us Sharpshot,” The teen whined as he scratched his pus laden forehead.
“Who?”
“Another crappy comic book movie,” replied the teen. “You can download it from MeTunnel. That’ll be three dollars.”
Rocking Roll panted himself down only to awkwardly find he had no cash. He pulled forth a glob of merged lint, washed concert tickets and tobacco crumbs. “Gross!” He snickered as he opened it up to find a perfectly rolled joint. He passed it over to the teen. “That do?”
The teen smiled and swapped the joint for the movie as subtly as he could. “Thanks man.”
“No problem little dude!” said Rocking Roll throwing up the rock horns before mounting his cloud that started pumping the intro to Def Leppard’s ‘Rocket’ and shot out of the store.
To be continued..
**A gentle dig at this other 5th Column title that should be read http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/5th-column-comics-the-indigo-codex-1-of-8-1673550/
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