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I admit it: I'm hopelessly in lust with a mute cannibalistic serial killer. I found the character of Kevin in the Sin City comic fascinating, but only crossed the line from fascination to obsession when I saw Elijah Wood's portrayal of him: silent, smooth and deadly like a cat on the prowl. And the claws, Precious, the claws... *Ahem* Where was I? Oh right... obsession. It's amazing what your mind can come up with while you wait for your flight at the airport. I had been wondering about Kevin's backstory, and suddenly this whole scenario played itself out in my head... Yup, I got bitten by a plotbunny, and a very persistent one too! |
When I wasn't able to do anything about it, it backed off for a while, but then came back with a vengeance several weeks later. So I didn't have a choice but to exercise it the only way possible: By writing the story. And here it is, with thanks to Elanor Gardner for helping with a certain quote, and special thanks and Big Kisses to Ismenin and Lady Sunrope for their invaluable help and encouragement. This is dedicated to you, Ladies!
If you are wondering where the
title of this story comes from, you can find out here.