The Ballad Of Mona Lisa

Summary: Welcome to the sequel of Huricane, a song fic to The Ballad Of Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco, my favorite […]

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Welcome to the sequel of Huricane, a song fic to The Ballad Of Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco, my favorite band. 🙂

The woman smiled coldly. “The job is finished.” The man nodded, and put the bag on the table. The coins inside clicked as it was set on the table.

“That’s all of it.” The woman smiled, and ordered herself another bottle of gin, soon to join the ranks of the five already on the table.

She paints her fingers with a close precision

He starts to notice empty bottles of gin

And takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for

On the other side of Haven, in a nice restaurant, Trouble Kelp and Holly Short sat, slightly awkwardly. Trouble looked around for something to make him feel a little bit better. Then he saw someone, who was supposed to be dead.

A lonely speaker in a conversation

Her words were swimming through his ears again

There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for

Sarina song watched from the door. When Trouble saw her, she disappeared. But felt a little better. “Holly?” He asked, getting up. Holly got up too. “Sarina Song should be dead. Why did I just see her run away?”

Say what you mean

Tell me I’m right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believe

It had been three years since then. Holly wore a small engagement ring on her finger. The murder of Sarina Song was never solved. But Trouble was happy. Happy to forget Sarina’s fiancee and her best friend. Happy to forget the fact that she was still alive.

Woah, Mona Lisa,

You’re guaranteed to run this town

Woah, Mona Lisa,

I’d pay to see you frown

Trouble ignored the girl in to shadows. The silent OKs and the cold shoulder treatments, the cold shoulders have gotten more frequent then normal.

He senses something, call it desperation

Another dollar, another day

And if she had the proper words to say,

She would tell him

But she’d have nothing left to sell him

“If I could just talk to the hard head I could do this a lot quicker!” Sarina would tell the woman.
“No Sarina,” she would say. “You must wait for him to come.”
So Sarina did, but she didn’t have to like it.

Say what you mean

Tell me I’m right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believe

So one day Sarnia followed the ‘block head’ around all day. “Alright Sarina, what do you want?” He asked, turning.

Woah, Mona Lisa,

You’re guaranteed to run this town

Woah, Mona Lisa,

I’d pay to see you frown

She smiled. Trouble was reminded strangely of a vampire. Sarina beckoned with one finger, and disappeared around the corner. Trouble followed her, his instincts screaming for him to call back-up, but he trusted Sarina, for some reason.

Mona Lisa wear me out

Pleased to please ya

Mona Lisa wear me out

 

They rounded another corner, Sarina always just before Trouble. She never said a word.

 

Say what you mean

Tell me I’m right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believe

They suddenly stopped. “Do you trust me?” She whispered.
“Yes,” he said. Sarina stepped around the corner. Trouble followed her.
“You really shouldn’t,” Opal Koboi said, Sarina, or should I say, Amelia Koboi, stepped to her mother’s side.
Trouble yelled as he was grabbed by two guards. He fought to get to the two smiling women. “Where’s Sarina!” He shouted, the pain of her death coming back. Dead, alive, traitor. And he still loved her.

Woah, Mona Lisa,

You’re guaranteed to run this town

Woah, Mona Lisa,

I’d pay to see you frown

“Morgue seven, closet five, Police Plaza,” Amelia said, victory shining her her blue eyes. Years ago, she had gotten surgery to look exactly like Sarina. She fooled everyone.
“Why?” Trouble yelled. “She did nothing to you!”
Opal yelled, “She was useless! She did nothing for anyone, all she did was cause pain, for you, and everyone!” Trouble didn’t know what to say, just because it was true.

Say what you mean

Tell me I’m right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believe

“Bring the girl!” Opal yelled. Holly was brought into the small square. And Opal killed her, right in front of Trouble. It was too much! And tears rolled down his cheeks while he died.

There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for…

 

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4 responses to “The Ballad Of Mona Lisa.” Join in!

  1. Omg that was amazing I loved how he would always see her. And no mistackes, that I could see. Now I’m going to dream this tonight!

    I put you in my story I hope you liked it.

  2. Great job Mira! I liked how she really was dead…

    AAAHHHH! HOLLY AND TRUBS DEAD!!! I didn’t notice any errors, so all I can say is:
    Second Comment Dance!

  3. Ohh… I wanted to write Mona Lisa story!!! But it’s cool

    Panic! At The Disco is MY territory! get yer own! 😉 and Thankee

  4. Awesome! I thought the song fit perfectly with the story, and i just loved it. The only thing I saw, was you put ‘her’ twice. Other than that it was great! Oh, and it could use a little more detail, but it was awesome!

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