Tag: Seeme

…He looks over the rim of his glasses with a vile bag of distaste soaked in his once vibrant eyes, then sneers callously, like a troll awaiting a goat to cross its bridge. “I don’t think you fully understand the predicament you are in young sir, so I will elaborate, to allow you to prepare whatever time you have left. For, these are the sins we pay to wash away,” he says with a flippant smile drawn uncharacteristically across his tired lips.

“Y-Y-You know h-her, d-don’t you?” Jason asks with trembling trepidation.

“Knew,” he says as he looks away, and down at the assorted collection of surgical implements that sit on a tray before him.

“S-S-Sorry?” Jason stammers nervously.

“Why?” he asks as he rolls his head to its side, staring at Jason with wide curious eyes.

“W-W-Why what?”

His eyes blink softly several times before a smile casts itself across his pinstriped lips and a gentle sigh escapes his lips. “Why are you sorry? Is it that you’re sorry you killed her, or are you sorry that you spoke about her in the here and now, and not then and there?”

Jason looks down and frowns. “B-Both….”

…“Danika never knew what you were capable of, but I did, I always saw you for what you really were.” Simon growls with a grimace shorn across his lips.

“And what may ever that be?”

“A piece of shit that never should’ve escaped your fathers nut sack!” he spits back with a wry defiant grin.

“Have you ever been told how callous your words are?”

“I’m not naturally this way, it’s just you who brings out my mean side!”

“The bruises I saw on your woman’s inner thighs tell a different story!”

His face screws up tightly as the blood rushes from his cheeks. “She w-wouldn’t show you t-the time of day, let alone anything else!”

“She wriggled on my tongue, crying my name soon after in ecstasy, and then she paid the service back, a hungry whore your Matilda!” she shimmers with a playful wink and a flick of her tongue.

“B-BULLSHIT!” he slaps with brute gusto. “SHE WOULDN’T FUCKING DARE!”

“Shows how well you know the woman you abuse so much.” she purrs with a wicked glimmer sparkling in her eyes….

…“The yellow dress really heightens your eyes,” she says with a wry smile across her lips.

“You say the sweetest things, but you do realise this is a ceremonial robe wire by my father, and his father before him, and so on, and on until we have seventeen generations worth in total, eighteen if you count the little tadpole that was growing in your belly,” he says with whimsical jest as he places a sweaty hand against her belly.

“I-I-I, I not pregnant,” she stammers with a nervous twitch running across her top lip.

“Why? Because you believe you’ve had it exorcised from within your womb?”

“W-W-What? H-How c-could you say s-such a thing?”

“Carol told me everything Sonya, she told me how you came to her, she told me of the secrets your entrusted her to keep for you, and she told me of the journey you two ventured upon, to that cold place that steals the lies from the mouths of mothers. So cease your lies and be true to the only man who’s stood by you when no one else would. Cease the riddles and bathe in the honesty our child deserved…”

…Gary stares endlessly down at his half empty glass, before nervously talking a mouthful of the tepid golden liquid while a cascading river of sweat floods down his back and runs into the small puddle captured in the crack of his arse cheeks.

“Swinging party,” the woman says as she throws herself down in the seat next to him. “Can see you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah, love a good party,” he says with an unconvincing smile slapped upon his face as he raises his glass and takes another sip.

“WOW! Did you get out of bed on the wrong side this morning?”

“Nah,” he says as he down the remainder of his drink down his throat. “Getting up and out regardless of side is always a good thing, it’s when you don’t wake up, that’s when you worry.”

“So,” she says as she punches him playfully in the arm. “Why are you such a sour puss, when everyone else is celebrating it up?”

“I-I-I, I’m not a sour puss, I’m just not in the mood to party, that’s all,” he says as he flashes another fake smile.

“I’m calling bullshit to that! If you’re not in the mood, why don’t you go?”

“Because I can’t okay! I can’t leave, and I can’t talk about it….”

…“I came here STUPIDLY seeking your help, so don’t take the opportunity to make me out to be the enemy I’m NOT! YOU, you were the one who betrayed MY trust, not I yours!” he spits through saliva drenched lips while thrusting a finger into his own chest aggressively. “And incase you’ve forgotten, YOU were the one who BATHED in his eternal light, building his army for him until he had no need of you! That was ALL you sunshine! I made my way out, I escaped, so don’t blame me for your misgivings.”

Dale clutches Michael by the should and squeezes it tightly. “Michael, s-stop bro, h-he can’t hear y-y…”

“More like WON’T!” he seethes as he pushes Dale away, giving him a less than comforting glare in the process, before turning batch to Nathaniel. “I’m right, aren’t I? You choose not to hear me, and instead pretend to sleep, hiding away inside your own mind, running from the misdeeds you have done! How does it feel to be stuck inside there, with the only person who ever really loved you? How doe…”

“Michael, PLEASE! He’s DEAD, and by the look of it he’s been dead for a while, which means he’s no use to us anymore…..”

….

He looks across the room at him and slowly unclenches his fists while his face untwists, and he falls back into his seat exhausted. “There’s an age old saying about bullshit,” he says as he runs a hand roughshod though his sweat drenched hair. “If it walks and it talks, but it still smells like bullshit, then it’s bullshit regardless, for the old nose knows.” he says tapping his nose, casting a cheeky wink as he does.

“I-I-I, I don’t know what you want me to say to that. I wasn’t in control of my actions when it was all unwinding, and I can see that you clearly want something in return for what you have lost, but I do….”

“YOU DO NOT CHOOSE WHAT IT IS! YOU DO NOT GET TO TAKE THAT WHICH YOU THINK IS IMPOSSIBLE FROM THE TABLE! YOU ONLY GET TO STAND AND WATCH WHAT YOUR WORDS HAVE BROUGHT ABOUT. YOU ONLY LIVE, BECAUSE I WILL IT, AND WHEN MY WILL HAS HAD ENOUGH, I WILL EXTINGUISH YOUR LIGHT, AND BURN WHATEVER IS LEFT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he bellows through saliva drenched lips.

“I-I-I, I can’t u-understand how that is fair.”

“FAIR! FAIR! Do you really want to bring up what is, and isn’t fair RIGHT now? IS IT!….”

….“A plan is only as good as its desired ending, and if you don’t have a thoroughly thought out ending, you’re in danger of having a bad day all round. Now, I don’t say this just to be a buzz kill, I say it because not only are you without a focused outcome, but without a desired ending you’ll also not have a plan on how to handle problems and whatever other shit takes place along the way. Now I could be being over dramatic about all this, but, as the current situation shows us, without that ending, we are equipped to handle the middle. On the flip side of all this we’ve learnt something, and if you had of had an ending planned to the ninth degree, you would’ve had a ride smother than a baby’s butt cheek, and celebrations all round when you reach the end, as all endings should.” Keith says with a gentle nod of his head, and the puckering and drawing back of his lips, doing a cheap and nasty interpretation of Mick Jagger, sans the hip thrusts, and lanky legged chicken strut he his also famous for. “Sadly, we don’t have any of that, we’ve got this.” he says as he gestures to the sea bodies that lie at their feet….

….“We didn’t choose you man, fate did, we just showed up.” he says with a callous grin. “See, for me, you could’ve been anyone, from anywhere, and we still would’ve jumped you like we just did. Unfortunately for you, as fate would have it, you weren’t, you were you, but we are still us.” Clyde says as his grin fades as a wry smile draws itself across his lips while he crouches menacingly over Patrick’s huddled bloody form. “But, if I’m being honest, I’m kinda pretty chuffed about the fact that it’s you, because I’ve got so many unfulfilled daydreams that to this day still run around in my head from time to time, and I’m looking forward to acting some if then out, it’s just a pity I can’t fit them all into the same moment.”

“W-W-What if y-you could? W-What if there w-was a way for you to do, e-everything you wanted to me, one after the other. W-Would it quench your d-desires?” Patrick stammers through broken lips.

One of Clyde’s brows rise, as he stares curiously at the powerless Patrick. “You realise I’m taking about killing your, right? You understand that?”

“I-I-I, I get what your saying, I-I, I’m just o-offering you a way at getting all those things done, w-with one tiny wish”

“What, you think you’re a FUCKING genie now?”…

….Fish after fish hit the ground, twitching and twerking their way across the car park until there are a thousand or more flopping around on the bitumen. Then as suddenly as it all started, the clouds filter away and the sun beats itself down upon the homeless fish, while Joseph and Keaton stand before it all, watching with mesmerised gazes upon their faces.

“That d-did not-t just h-happen, d-did it?” Joseph stammers as he slowly turns to Keaton, who ignores his words and continues to stare with wide wonderous eyes at the fish as they slowly suffocate before them.

“I-I-It happened b-bro, i-it happened.”

“W-What the fuck d-do w-we do?”

“Do?” Keaton asks, as he shakes himself vigorously as if he has just stood up at the beach and was shaking the sand off.

“Y-Yeah, w-we can’t just stand here, d-doing nothing. S-Shouldn’t we help them?”

“How?”

“W-Well, we could round up as many as we can, and put them in some water.”

“Where are we gonna get the water from?”

Joseph looks around the empty parking lot, before bringing his gaze back to Keaton, shrugging his shoulders as he does. “I don’t know, we could,” he says as he scratches his head, and starts making clicking sounds with his tongue.

“Face it bro, we ain’t the doing type sorta guys….”

….“That’s when I awoke from the dream that had been my life, and saw through new eyes, eyes that had seen this moment of clarity, and I knew then and there, that there was more for me than just what I had.” he says as he rifles around in the duffel bag that sits open before him. “After that I swore I wouldn’t waste another day, and waste it I didn’t. Although it took me a long time to find out what I was good at, it took me even longer to make it all my life was about. But it happened, and I got better day by day.”

“Y-You call this better?”

He smiles half-heartedly as he looks up from the nag while he continues to rummages around in it.”It’s a hell of a lot better than what I was doing before all this.” he scoffs as he looks back down at the bag with a bemused smile across his face, laughing softly. “Imagine if I’d continued along the path I thought was mine, imagine where I’d be and what I’d be doing.”

“You’d probably still be right there, doing exactly the same thing you’re doing now, just not with the same sarcastic tone….”

….“The quotation was forward to you as a request, not a suggestion. You required work to be performed, and I require a costing more f said work. If we cannot meet at this halfway point as originally agreed, then I shall be forced to take my business elsewhere.” Savo grunts through a mouth tightly clenched.

“FUCK you and you’re BULLSHIT! You were given an adequate cost of the work you required me to perform, with plenty of fat built into the lighter areas of the proposal, which allowed you room to save if certain aspects were not required. This was given to you minutes into our first meeting, so don’t try to badger me into submission, not when you’re full of SHIT!”

“You are all alike, so confident, so professional, honour bond to a system that only works if both sides adhere to it. Simple, faded, and a failure. How easy it has been to take your network away from you, while removing then next after the last. How far will I go? How high will I soar?”

His eyes widen, and his lower lip trembles. “Y-You’re him, a-aren’t you?”

“Him?”

“Ubiytsa, the murderer of murderers!” he grunts through twisted lips.

“Guilty as charged,” he says as he curtsy before him in sarcastic fashion…

….He looks uncomfortably back to the sea of dead cars that litter the road before them, and bites down on his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong Stewie, y-you know I didn’t mean anything by it, right? I-I-I, I would’ve died a long time ago if it w-wasn’t for you, y-you know that, don’t you?”

He turns to her with tears in his eyes, nodding his head quickly. “T-The same here honey, y-you save me f-from myself.”

“Then what is it?” she says with a playful punch of his arm. “What’s got you all teary eyed?”

“W-We’d met before all this h-happened, before the world went to shit,” he says softly as he closes his eyes and falls back in his seat with a long winded sigh.

She laughs softly as her brow scrunches up and her lip twitches erratically. “T-That’s BULLSHIT, a-and you know IT! I’d never laid eyes on you before six weeks ago, so w-whatever make bel…”

“Mrs Fentmore was you’re second grade teacher, and you sat with Lilly Watkings, and Dally Polcheckl.” he says quickly.

She sits there for several moments, as her brow deepens. “B-B-BULLSHIT!”

“I-It’s all true, I-I, I swear!” he stammers.

“W-W-Was t-that it? W-Was that the only class?”

He shakes his head softly, “I-I-I, I was in your class all through grade s-school….”

….“HOW GOD DAMN LONG ARE YOU GONNA MAKE ME SIT HERE WAITING FOR YOU MCROY!” Donovan cries out from behind his makeshift shelter.

“TILL YOU DIE OF OLD AGE, YOU SLACKED JAWED OLD BASTARD! AND LIKE I SAID BEFORE, I  AIN’T THE ONE HIDING YA PUSSY! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I AM! YOU’RE THE ONE SHAKING IN YOUR GOD DAMN BOOTS, HIDING FROM ME!”

“SHIT! YOU KNOW FULL WELL WHERE I AM AS WELL YA BIG BABY! I AIN’T HIDING FROM NO ONE, ESPECIALLY NOT SOMEONE LIKE YOU!”

“WELL IF YOU AIN’T HIDING, WHY DON’T YOU STAND THE FUCK UP AND WALK OUT INTO THE OPEN LIKE A THE REAL GANSTA YOU WISH YOU FUCKING WERE!”

“IF YOU DO THE SAME I’LL CONSIDER IT, BUT I AIN’T COMING OUT JUST ON YOUR SAY SO!”

“HA!” he cries out with a sarcastically filled chuckle. “YA PUSSY!”

“TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE!”

“PFT! I’VE TAKEN BIGGER SHITS THAN YOU, AND YOU’RE STILL MORE FULL OF SHIT THAN THEY EVER WERE!”

“I KEEP NOTICING I CAN CLEARLY HEAR YOUR LIPS SLAPPING TOGETHER, BUT I AIN’T SEEING ’EM!….”

….“We who craft the delicate pathways between heaven and hell, are the same beings that sever those cords and leave the unworthy to rot midstream, as you now do.” she says with wide uncaring eyes scourging Bethany’s very being with their glare. “But do not think me heartless, for that is not the case, it is just that the countless eons that have past, have cost us our care, and ownership of all that is. So take heed my words, for you’re words are worthless to my ears my child, as the impossibility of the possible, is monumental in its worthlessness.”

“I-I-I,” Bethany stammers as she casts a fevered glance around the room while gripping herself tightly as a smirk writes itself across her lips. “I understand, it’s not that you don’t care, it’s that you no longer can.”

“That is NOT what I said child!” she snaps quickly.

“But that’s what you meant, isn’t it?”…