Tag: 2022

….“You ain’t the shit!” Devon spits through clenched teeth as he tries to fight his way out of their grip, as he glares hatefully at the smiling Leon.

“Fact is boy,” Leon says with a curl of his tongue as he dips the tips of his fingers in Holly’s blood and rises back to his feet. “I am omnipotent, while you are food for thought,” he says as he wipes a trail of blood across each of his cheeks, then sticks them into his mouth, and sucks them clean.

“Y-YOU’RE A FUCKING JOKE WITHOUT A PUNCH LINE! A-A FACE WITHOUT EYES! A-A-A SPACE FILLER WAITING FOR WHATEVER IS NEXT! YOU’RE NOTHING!”

He laughs softly and rolls his eyes up into the back of his head. “Let me ask you a question, and not one of those playful joke questions we all seem to be asking ourselves all the time. Let me asks you a real, important question. Can I do that?” he asks as he crouches in front of Devon.

“S-Sure, b-b-but it won’t change anything!”

“I do not intend to change anything with my question, all I am merely looking to do, is to learn something, and maybe if you treat this like an opportunity as I am, you may too learn something.”

“I TOLD YOU, IT WON’T CHANGE A THING!”

“And I said, it isn’t designed to change, it is designed to teach, and in teaching we learn. Learning is not change, it is broadening ourselves not for change, but for whatever is next. Do you see? Do you understand?”….

….“Did I know she was going to do that, is that what you’re asking?” Kyle says as he looks up across the table with sorrow filled eyes, clumsily playing with the handcuffs that are tightly locked around his blood-stained wrists. “No, no I didn’t think that thought even entered my head. I was t-thinking about o-other things a-anyway, t-things that involved the two of us, a-and only the two of us.”

“Why did you bring Henrietta along then, if you only had plans for you and Carly?”

He shrugs his shoulders and curls his bottom lip over his top. “Dunno, maybe because it felt like the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to do, how do? If you hadn’t taken Henrietta along, she’d be alive right now, and you’d be off somewhere getting your little man taken care of, but instead you’re here talking to us while two girls are lying downstairs on COLD CONCRETE SLABS with their parents CRYING in the hallways! So why don’t you CUT THE CRAP and tell us what REALLY happened tonight!”

“I-I-I,” he stammers as tears cascade down his cheeks before he drags his blood-stained sleeve across his face, giving never life to the dried blood, and smearing it across his face. “Y-You don’t really wanna k-know the truth, n-not really…..”

….He stares at Dwight for many long moments before finally letting out a exhausted sigh. “You don’t know how I feel, not really, because you haven’t felt what I’ve felt. So sorry if I can’t accept your help, it’s not that I don’t want it, it’s rather that you’re better off not giving it,” he says softly as he twists his head in several different directions until a crack of bone on bone is heard.

“You don’t know me that well, I could understand far better than most, for my life has dealt me with many a sore thumb.” he says with a soft smile.

“You and your sore thumbs can go elsewhere, I have no use for either of you.” he commands with pointed finger. “The only thing you understand is how not to do what needs to be done!”

“Then, if that is true, you are in a roundabout way asking for my help, no?”

“What? How do you get that, for all that? I am sure I quite clearly told you to go!”

“Yes, you did. You instructed me to leave in several varied forms, and then after all that, you made the startling point of how I fail to follow instructions.” he says with a broad grin…..

….The music slaps him in the face like a tightly wound fist, and his head thrusts back, then catapults forward before the music slams into his face again. He stumbles back while the music assaults him with explosive beat after explosive beat until he finally drops to one knee, catching the floor seconds before his face meets it.

For uncountable silent moments he holds himself in place while a wide bloody smile wraps itself across his lips before he spits a wad of saliva tainted blood to the ground and launches himself back into the air as the music erupts to life once more.

His face screws up, and his lips curl as he moves with each thundering burst of the drums, swaying this way and that with each explosion, dancing like as if the entire world around him was on fire. He arches back and casts a heart pounding look up into the empty air above him with wide wild eyes, then with one final stuttered breath in, he thrusts himself up from the ground and into the awaiting sky…….

….“Popular wouldn’t be what I would call it, I’d use something with a bit more flair in its tail bone, something with plenty of meat on the arse end so the vultures could be fed for a week or more if need be. Of course a catalyst must be born into the fold, a deceptive goat with sights set on prizes far beyond the reach of normal man. Many told me that you were that goat, you were that man. But, alas I fear you are less than any of those things, unless you have yet to show me these properties as a test of my own dedication, is that what this is? Is this, a test?” he asks with fevered words, as he gently chews on his blood-stained fingers while casting several child like glances across the decomposing bodies that lie strewed around the room before him. He erupts with a cackle of unhinged laughter that grows louder with every moment that is counted upon the moment before.

“Tests are for those who require it, and you my broken friend, are clearly beyond the boundaries of compliance,” an angelic like voice coos from somewhere within the room……

….“There is no other way to achieve the outcome you wish would manifest itself in front of you, without freely spilling the blood of those that deserve it! Take it from someone who has granted many a thing, to many a king in my time, these words I speak are true even if you would be the first in a long time who has declined to kill for their dreams, you will soon beg for those words back before freeing the liquid gold from its house of worship so I can give your hearts desire a place in your kingdom.” David says with a wicked grin painted across his face.

“I-I, I don’t see that happening, n-not now, not tomorrow, n-not ever. I refuse your offer, and will achieve my goals like everyone else does, through hard work and commitment!”

He laughs loudly, slapping his thigh in robust fashion. “Truly you are the fabled gem hidden in the lump of coal, for I have never seen hard work accomplish a goal as hard as the one you wish to achieve! Each and every man, woman or child that is ever achieved greatness beyond their reach, is because of one like me, granting their sordid wish in a payment of blood!…..”

….Shane stares at the emptiness that sits before him and swallows, or at best mimics the process.

“I-I-I, I saw plenty of films, hundreds even, and none of them dealt with the afterlife like this,” he says as he looks over his shoulder and allows a cold shiver to work its way through his transparent frame.

“OH FOR GODS SAKE! Would you shut the FUCK UP!” Tony spits as he looks up from his phone, and casts a disgruntled glare towards Shaun. “Do you know, since you’ve been dead you’ve become more of a complainer than you were when your where alive, and believe me when I say this, I wouldn’t have thought that would’ve been even possible, but here we are.”

“DO YOU THINK I’M HAPPY ABOUT THIS! DO YOU THINK I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF WHATEVER I HAVE LEFT TETHERED TO YOU? DO YOU THINK OUT OF ALL THE POSSIBILITIES OF AN AFTER LIFE, THIS IS WHAT I DREAMT OF? DO YOU?” he bellows venomously.

“See, this is why I killed you in the first place!…..”

….He tosses his leg out from beneath the covers and hangs it perilously over the beds edge, letting out a stuttered sigh, before grimacing once again.

“What is it that troubles you child? What is it that burns the candle of your soul so!” a disembodied voices asks curiously. He jerks up and searching the surrounding darkness with eyes tightly drawn.

“W-W-Who’s t-there!” he asks nervously. “W-W-Who’s hiding in t-the shadows of my r-room!”

“Clearly you have forgotten the sound of my voice, if you have to ask. Although it is not beyond you to be playing possum while knowing full well who the owner of the voice may be, but now those words have left my lips I realise how silly it sounds for you to have such devious cunning and thought!”

“Carter!” he hisses through teeth clenched.

“Ah, there we are, see I knew you would not let me down!” Carter sings whimsically.

“W-What do you w-want? I-I-I, I had hoped the last words I would’ve h-heard from you, w-were the cries you sang as you dropped into the abyss.”

“How many days was it? Seven? Eight?”

“Six-hundred and thirty-seven days, plus a few extra if you wanna be technical about it,”

“W-What? Impossible! It has been only days, not years!”…..

….“I call you out as a LIAR! I call you out as a LIAR and a CHEAT!” Shaun spits as he launches himself to his feet and casts as finger towards Chavo, who smiles smugly back at him with a proud bravado.

“You can call me all you like my man, but the only way it’s gonna become fact is through proof, and I can boast confidently, that it ain’t gonna be a fact, because there ain’t no proof for something you’ve just gonna and made the FUCK up!” he retorts with minimal fuss.

All eyes fall back onto Shaun, who breaks out in a cold, nervous sweat.

“Y-Y-You know y-you are, s-so stop trying to shift the blame e-elsewhere, a-and own it y-y-you BASTARD!” he stammers through shaking lips.

“I am not shifting the blame anywhere, I’m simply asking a question that requires an answer. For you see, when you make these types of callous accusations known to everyone,” he says as he gestures towards the small crowd that surrounds them. “You should hold them up high, with proven facts to support your flippant words, for flippant words are all they are without them.”

“Y-Y-YOU KNOW THEY’RE TRUE! YOU KNOW I AM NO LIAR!”

“But am I the one you’re trying to convince, or is it them?”….

….“Clairvoyant you’re not, otherwise you would’ve see this coming from a mile away,” he says with a smarmy smile across his bloody lips.

“I never said I was a clairvoyant, I said I was a psychic-medium.” she spits back.

“Same difference isn’t it?”

“NO! I speak to the dead, and pass any messages on to the living, clairvoyants see into the future, that sounds completely different to me!”

He screws up his nose and lifts his chin high into the air with an arrogant curl on his lips. “Then one of your dead mates should’ve picked up the slack and helped a brother out with a little heads up or something!”

She grits her teeth and rolls her eyes as she lets out a long-winded sigh. “Somehow I expected something more from you, something with more substance, yet instead you gave me something utterly unoriginal.”

“You’re not the first one I’ve hurt tonight, and you’re not gonna be the last I can assure you of that.”

A sharp smile cuts across his face, as she squints her eyes tightly. “What makes you think, you could ever hurt me?”…..

….“The key of change is a brighter charge than one could ever understand Dominic, even for someone as dense as you,” Karver says with a wry smiles planted across his lips, while Dominic‘s face turns a dark shade of red.

“Tell your goons to let me be, and try and say that again FUCKER!” he spits as he tries to forces his way free of the six burley officers that press him firmly against the ground.

“Then the advantage would be yours, PUTTANA! I’m not going to risk everything I have built here just so you can get your revenge, it is not how real life works. Real life hurts, and the pain, it never goes away, it only gets stronger and more disabling. You have come so far from the little STRONZO I befriended back in middle school, yet you have learned nothing but how to fail at life,” he slaps as he raises his pistol once again and presses it against Dominic’s skull. “It’s time we said goodbye old friend.”

“Vaffanculo!”

“I love you too,” Karver hisses as he squeezes the trigger tightly……

….“Abigail isn’t the name I would’ve picked for her, but it does suit her in a somewhat psychedelic, drug fucked kinda way.” Patrick says with a wry smile plastered across his face.

“Psychedelic? Drug fucked? I’m not following?”

“Haha! Yeah, sure you’re not!” he says with a smug bravado. “But I’ll entertain you, and attempt to communicate with you in a way you’ll understand, because the depth seems to be out a little right now. What if I said her name colours the sky with bright brilliant shades, neons pinks with a roundhouse blue.” he says with a wide eyes glare across his face as he gestures towards the sky with marvellous magnificence.

“Neon pink and roundhouse blue? Are you telling me a story, or painting a picture?”

“Either or really, whatever floats the boat you’re standing on. They’re all just words weaving pictures into movements like a dancer does with music.”

“There’s no correlation between one or the other, you’re just saying there is when clearly there isn’t!”

“Says you, but as you said at the beginning of all this, following isn’t a strong suit of yours.”

“Now you’re just twisting words I used to try and make your lack of ability seem deliberate.”

“There in lies the skill of it all……”