BASTARD. (ap)

        ‘    ya’    sure   about   that   ?    ‘       laughter  followed,      she’d    shake  her  waist  back  &  forth,    dancing  on  the  spot   for  a  brief  moment.     ‘    i  feel  like  i  can  BARELY  move,     i   dunno  …   kinda  like  the  purple   better.    ‘     torso  would  twist,    looking  at  him.      ‘    you   fuckin’   sure   ?    ‘

otis: 

     “ Yes! Yes, wielding. My children must have support! ” The PEOPLE OF TOMORROW would be a born from the copulation of flesh and steel! They would have bones that could not break– minds that would not BEND. “ Like a tree they must be sturdy and unbreakable. The metal… I BURN it in to their flesh. ” 

Fingers tap anxiously– the Doctor’s breathing and the television set filling a brief moment of silence before  a fist feebly pounds against the chair’s armrest.

“ What are you waiting for then? Fetch it! Go, go go. ”

                 ‘    ——   SCARED  the  shit  out  of  me   !      ‘      blonde  curls   whipped  around,     eyes  now  SET  upon  her  brother.      he  BARELY  moved  a  muscle,     overall   his  demeanour  was  the  usual:   calm   &   COLLECTED.       ‘      get  off  my  ass  just  for  ONE  night   will   ya’    ?    i   ain’t  gonna  cause  trouble.    ‘

❝ yer’ a real fuckin’ stick in the mud sometimes, ❞  he spoke as he followed him down the stairs, his movements quick. it could be heard in his footsteps: a crooked energy, thriving and biting.

something dark laces his voice.   ❝ i told ya already, just shut up. ❞  and he shoves him out the doorway and into the littered yard. it was late, what bits of day eaten and now, the night was oddly still. piles of trash lay atop stacks of someone’s belongings and holiday decorations.

dark. a cold sliver of moon shown through the autumn trees, and it was just enough to light the way.

out before them lay a heap of naked corpses. loose limbs tangled together, eyes glazed over in death, gaping mouths reeking of blood. whatever wounds they might have had were hidden. at least five of them, all women, but in the darkness, it was hard to tell just how many. otis snuck past rj, kneeling down beside them.

❝ i killed ‘em all myself a few days ago, now i want ‘em in the basement. ❞  he grabbed one beneath her arms, hauling her over.  ❝ c’mon, help me. i got a great idea, and  it ain’t gonna fuckin’ make itself! ❞

     why doesn’t he feel anything anymore? he eyes the bodies as if they were no more than WEEDS sprouting up in his garden, a pain in the ass that needs to be disposed of. there’s a change in his demeanor, a deep frown setting into his features he WHIPS around much faster than one would think POSSIBLE of someone his size. HE SWINGS----- his fist colliding with the side of otis’ jaw and sending the much smaller man down to the dusty ground. 

     ❝ i told ya before to not leave bodies lyin’ ‘round. ❞     he dusts himself off, the emotion draining once more from his face. he walks over, strong fingers curling around his brother’s arm and lifting him up and OFF the ground. his other hand comes around, gripping otis by the throat and heaving him up to slam his much smaller frame into the nearest wall.      ❝ you put everyone else in this house in danger when you do stupid shit like this. you got me? i don’t ever wanna have ta’ tell ya again. ❞ 

ILL BREAK UR FUCKING LEGS

rj: