[identity profile] suckitimashark.livejournal.com 2010-12-02 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Through the Glass- Stone Sour

Virgil had passed the pet shop numerous times. Every day he paused to look at the poor schmucks buying things that would only shit all over their carpets and tear up their furniture. Wet noises and pink tongues made the glass look filthy all the time.

When he first spotted the little shadow-thing in the corner of the shop, he'd assumed that it was an employee. A short employee that defied the dress code. He stared at it for longer than he should have, trembling in the corner as kids ran around it. He felt sorry for the little fucker.

The next day, the little shadow-thing was in a different corner and someone was pulling on a chain fastened around its neck, trying to get it to smell some snot-nosed kid's hand. Not an employee, but a pet. The place was fucked up, obviously.

He blinked and suddenly the kid was screaming and bleeding and the shadow was apparently trying to scurry behind the cash register- which caused the cashier to scream and jump on top of it.

Virgil was in the shop to buy the little fucker immediately.