Tag: 2022

….“You close yourself off from all possibilities with that arrogant display of bravado, when you cou…”

“STOP!” he bellows as he slaps the table with an open hand. “STOP MAKING THIS SEEM ALL ABOUT ME WHEN IT SHOULD BE ABOUT YOU, AND YOUR, YOUR CHANGES!” he spits as he gestures towards Dion flippantly.

“Why am I the one who has changed, why can’t it be you, why can’t you have changed, and I be the one stuck on the other side of this respective laxative?”

“Because if it was me, I’d FUCKING know, alright? You’re the one who rode their house to the other side of the FUCKING rainbow, you’re the one who found all those you met there were just reimagined versions of everyone on this side, as if they were taken from your FUCKING memories. I NEVER left! I NEVER could leave! YOU! YOU LEFT, THEN CAME BACK LOOKING LIKE THE DEVIL HAD POSSESSED YOU, NOT I! YOU!” he spews forth with vigorous intent, slapping the table repeatedly as he does….

….With a shaking hand he reaches out slowly, hovering delicately a over her attempting to feel any kind of warmth emulating from her, only to find the twisted hand of winter to greet him. Quickly he pulls his hand away and sucks in a breath.

“C-C-Cate, h-h-honey a-are y-you okay?” he asks nervously, knowing the answer would not be the one he had hoped for.

His lungs scream at him with wild eyes, and bloodcurdling cries, desperately wanting him to expel and replenish the quickly decaying air that decomposes inside of them. Like a teenager holding in the inhaled smoke of a joint he lets out a grimace, and then a whine. But some long seconds later they are replaced by a desperate gasp as he releases the breath, then quickly attempts to capture another anew, only to have her move. He cuts the breath off part way through and sits there like a statue in the silence while she awkwardly raises herself to her hands and knees. Her head turns towards him slowly and she groans appropriately as her body is hit by a cascading wave of the jitters…..

….“Yup, that’s me, MILO FUCKING BURTOC!” Milo spits proudly with a sarcastic curtsy thrown in for good measure.

“The theatrics can be saved for a more audience based affair mister Burtoc, your escapades are well documented in the archives, so there is no need for clarification.”

“My escapades are well documented? What’s that supposed to mean, are you guys from the FUCKING future or something? Is that what that swirling thing was, some type of time tunnel like in that old TV show?” he asks with wide excited eyes.

“Stay the course mister Burtoc, all will be answered as the hearing proceeded.”

“YOU ARE! YOU FUCKING ARE! I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU’RE FROM THE FUTURE AND I’M SOME BIG WIG JOHN CONNER TYPE OF GUY, DESTINED TO SAVE MANKIND FROM THE OPPRESSING MACHINES THAT TRY TO TAKE OVER! I’M RIGHT AREN’T I! TELL ME I’M RIGHT AND THAT MY OLD MAN WAS WRONG ABOUT ME!” he shouts gleefully, as he looks around the room, and into each of the hate filled eyes of those before him, then quickly back to Kevin. “T-TELL ME I-IT’S TRUE! P-PLEASE?”….

…..He smiles as he chews on his quivering bottom lip, “You’re sweet for saying that my love, I respect the way you feel I’m handling myself in such a trying situation, but the world ain’t what it used to be. FUCK! We can’t even walk down the street now without one of these ugly FUCKING things on your face.” he spits as he scrunches the mask up tightly in his hand, then tosses it to the ground with a slouching sneer across his lips. “Although that could FUCKING change next week, or tomorrow even if they see fit to make it that. The GOD DAMN government don’t know what they’re doing, and if they do, then they’re playing a really FUCKED-UP hand of poker to do it!”

Her only answer is the repeated slow blinking of her eyes and the squeezing together her cheeks as if she was trying to crack a walnut with her lips. Suddenly he roars with laughter as he slaps his thigh powerfully. “YOU TALK WITH A MOUTH LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME GIRL OR DO YOU SAVE IT FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS?” he screams while giving her a hearty wink….

…..“That, the rage. The rage you have sitting inside you, right at this moment. The rage you feel for me, and for what I’ve done to you, the ones you’ve professed to love,” he says with a callous smile as he casts a wayward glance toward Emily, Dalton and Fiona’s bloody remains, before turning back to Mickey once again, and tilting his head to the side as his smile widens. “That rage is what will set you apart from the others when the world starts spinning once more. That rage is what will seal the circle when you unleash it upon me. That rage will be the weapon you use to stop not only me with, but all the bad egg’s that exist out there. For you see, that rage will be my gift to you.” he hisses as he grabs Mickey by the hair and pulls his face to face his. “But know this, and know this true, even though I give you this, I will not alleviate you of this gift with my death, not yet, for my games are far from over.”

“F-FUCK YOU!” Mickey bellows venomously…

…..“I-I, I wasn’t looking f-for t-trouble, h-honest I-I wasn’t,” he stammers through shaking lips.

Murdock smiles broadly and runs a hand roughly through his hair. “I know that kid, and you know that in the scheme of things, I’m not the one to blame here, don’t you?” he says with a raised eyes brow, as he curls his lips underneath his long bushy moustache. “I’m here doing a job just like you are, it’s just unfortunate for you that I’m on the opposite of the fence and have less cares than you do.”

“I-I, I didn’t realise w-we were discussing t-the mechanics behind it all, I-I, I thought it was all about pictures painting thousands of words a-and all t-that BULLSHIT!” he hisses before he starts coughing violently, spraying a fine mist of red across the air before him.

Murdock takes a few awkward steps back, and pulls a twisted face in disgust, which in turn causes Sam to grin broadly.

“W-What, n-not as h-hot to trot as y-you were a f-few moments ago, b-blood gross you out?”

“FUCK you kid! This is a four-thousand-dollar suit! A suit I don’t want your blood staining! So, if you don’t mind, I’ll keep my distance.”…

…..“Y-Y-You’re just a-angry because y-you were the f-first to a-agree with me, a-and you’re just trying to save face so you don’t look like the b-biggest fool of all,” he says with a wry smile now painted across his lips.

Clarence’s face glows red with anger as he slams his fist into the table, spit spilling from his upturned lips. “I SHOULD SEE YOU EXILED OUT THERE WITH THE OTHERS FOR SUCH A THING!”

“You just do that buddy, and while you’re there you also should shove your head up your ARSE!” he spits as he thrusts himself to his feet and meets Clarence’s gaze once more.

A smile draws itself slowly across Clarence’s lips, and he runs a wayward hand through his hair, combing it to the side, before readjusting his glasses. “Then it is settled!” he says with a clapping of his hands.

“W-What is?” Heathcliff asks nervously as he looks around the room again.

“Your eviction good sir,”…

…..”Is she!” Harry bellows as he grabs her arm and pulls her sleeve up, revealing multiple bite wounds that trail up along her forearm. “SEE WHAT YOU’VE BROUGHT INTO OUR HOME! SEE THE DANGERS YOU’VE BEFALLEN UPON US!”

“I-I-I, I didn’t n-notice, I-I-I…”

“Just stop FUCKING talking and get me something to tie her down with before she rises up and kills us both!”

“I-I-I,” Clive stammers, only for Harry to slap him across the face with a thrusting open hand.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER FOR FUCK’S SAKE AND GET ME SOMETHING TO TIE HER D…” But his words become caught in his throat as the woman lets out groan and slowly lifts her head.

“D-D-Don’t move a muscle,” Harry hisses through clenched teeth as he casts a wayward glance at Clive and then back to the girl as she slowly grunts once more before opening her eyes…

…..“D-D-DON’T S-SAY THAT! Y-YOU LOVE ME, A-AND I KNOW IT!” he cries as he stumbles awkwardly towards her, only to find himself face first into the concert floor with a face full of broken glass, and Alisha digging her knee into the back of his neck, paralysing him.

“I FUCKING don’t love you! And I NEVER will FUCKING love you! I mean look at you, you’re a drunk Stanley, a drunk chauvinistic pretty boy who lost his looks years ago, and that’s more due to your overuse of high-end recreational drugs. Had you slowed the fuck down on what you put in your arm and up your nose, you most still have a full set of teeth and the looks to go with them. But that, that ain’t the worst of it all, it’s the fact that you can’t accept rejection, you can’t accept that your not good enough for anyone, so you flip it inside your little head, that it’s them who’s not good enough for you, and when that happens, you only have one card to play,” she hisses into his ear, as she grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his gaze up from the ground…

…..She lets a stifled laugh escape her lips and gives him a jovial wink. “The government didn’t deliberately let the virus loose on us ya dork, it was the FUCKING Chinese! Our government tried everything they could to stop it getting out, but no matter what they did, it just wouldn’t stick, so instead of acting like ostriches and sticking their fat heads in the sand they did everything they could to prepare us for when it happened.”

“Y-You really believe the who Chinese story?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I believe it? The data that was released at the beginning of all this SHIT showed exactly where it came from, and it was definitely the Chinese!”

“Wow, I didn’t realise you were into that sort of shit.” He says as a beaming smile broadly grows across his face.

“You’d be surprised by what turns my dials,” she says with sly smile. “Anyway, to be perfectly honest I really find it hard taking hygiene suggestions from you.”…