Har bestämt mig för att Choco Fudge historien också ska

finnas i "roman" format....dels för att jag faktiskt kan

skriva på jobbet (inte rita...det är synd)...och för att

det blir lättare att rita om jag redan har ett "manus" XD

Så....skriver jag nått.....så postar jag det här och då

så har ni chansen att komma med kommentarer för sedan

så kommer jag posta det i sin officiella helhet (kapitelvis)

på fictionpress och på choco fudges hemsida :3

XD så känn er speciella.....här kommer den första biten

som jag skrivit idag mellan pauser då Eddi har gjort

sina event XD

rätta mig också ifall jag har fel...men det är ju fyra år

emellan mara och dante eftersom mara är född 1978

och dante 1982....men dante fyller ju år 26te october

och mara den 14de februari...och historien börjar den

16 februari 2001.....så då borde mara vara 23 och

dante 18?.....eller?

< bla bla >är prat på ryska som är översatt för läsarens

bekvämlighet....(ja....Mara kan ryska flytande ^^;; )

och eftersom det hära är Maras volym så är det Maras

Point of View... (XD Mara presenterar sig själv som

Makariy Aleksandr Volkov här.....undrar varför ;P )

Chocolate Fudge

Volume 1 - Russian Roulette

Chapter 1- Trigger --Part 1

2001 16th of February

Photographic memory and high IQ doesn't necessarily mean

you will automatically only make good decisions. Just look at

me, I seem to have a knack at making stupid ones. Like this one;

I really shouldn't have gone with lasagne.

"< Boris, any chance we could trade? >" He looked up at me

smirked and pulled his stew closer.

"< Fat chance dude. >" I scrunched my eyebrows and leaned

the chair back. I'd just had to go hungry then.

"He just laid there like a dead fish, but he has a nice and tight

little ass." I glanced over my shoulder at the inhabitants of the

table behind ours. Peter was patting the head of the new

inmate.

The two front legs of my chair slammed the floor and I leaned

over my repulsive lasagne.

"< Give me your pack of Ark's* >" I held out my hand towards

Boris. He raised an eyebrow at me and took another spoonful

of stew.

"< You can't save everyone Makariy. >" He pointed at me with

his spoon trying to get his point across. I snorted.

"< I've been successful so far... >" I gave him a meaningful look.

"< ...and besides, just look at the poor puppy. >" We both

glanced at the new inmate. His eyes were dead. Like

someone who had been kicked one to many times.

"< I still stand by my last statement. >" Boris said looking down

on his plate and blowing on his new spoonful of stew.

"< This prison is mine, I can't let bastards get away with

trampling on my rules. >" I growled at him. He looked up from

his stew at me. Rolled his eyes, sighed, pulled the packet

of Ark up from his breast pocket and put it in my hand.

Which had been outstretched towards him this entire time.

"< Just don't get bitten. >" He mumbled. I saluted him with

the packet of cigarettes and swaggered out of the dining

area fully aware of all the eyes checking out my ass.

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