They stand staring out of the doorway, mesmerised at the nothingness that quietly sits before then. “Do you think it’s true? Do you think what it said holds even half a truth?” He snarls, bering his teeth like a rabid animal. “If you don’t want to answer the question, don’t!”
“It’s a frost you fool, nothing more, nothing less. Had you looked over the itinerary before hand, you would’ve know that then, not now.” he growls through gritted teeth. “To do that, I’d have to know what was happening before hand, instead on the fly?” “You’d say anything, wouldn’t you!”
He places a hand on top of Sandra’s and squeezes. “How’re you holding up honey?” She nods her head, and smiles softly. “I’m doing okay Papa Joe, how’re you doing with it all?” He shrugs and curls his shaking lips.”Me, I’m looking to kill me some piece of shit traitor!”
He bites blindly down upon his fingernail until it is drenched in a sea of red, then hisses with pain before moving onto the next finger, repeating the process again. “Can I try some?” a voice asks. He stops and turns to face an older gentleman sitting next to him.
The car comes to a sudden stop, and Catherine takes several deep breaths, before casting a nervous glance towards the passenger seat. Simone stares back at her with empty eyes, void of life. “S-S-Simone?” she stammers, as she slowly reaches out towards her. “I’m FUCKING dead, I ain’t gonna bite!”
“Last time we saw something like this it was a darker shade of red, not this bright fucking neon shit they’re trying to feed us now!” Morris grumbles as he upends the bowl onto the floor and casts a vicious glance up at Silas. “You don’t fucking eat, you starve!”
“I envisioned more of a slope, to give it more of an uplifting feeling near the end as it came away from the rest of it all,” he says, as he gestures this way and that way, like a children’s cartoon character. “So, why’d it end up looking shithouse then?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you the truth about all this, it’s just that I can’t. You see here a man of power and discipline, someone who knows who they are without virtue or sin. But,” he says as he looks down upon the boys, smiling nervously.
He hits the roof with an unstoppable force, tearing through several layers with ease. As he hits the concrete floor blow the air forces itself from his chest, while his body is quickly surrounded by a pool of red. “BRAVO!” a figure cries out, as he claps his hands enthusiastically.
“I saw it that night. I saw what it was, and I saw what it did. No one believed me then, and no one will believe me now. So away with all your talk of money and lies. Let me continue forward alone with my nightmares.” “I’ve seen it too.”