DEMON MONKEY

“ want is a dangerous word, ” 

but then what isn’t? do, not do; love, not love; hate, not hate; kill, not kill – each with their distinctive butterfly effect, too shapeless to grasp. eyes glow – no, in fact, they burn – as focus sharpens, all landing on the mortal’s lop-sided smirk. “ what if you do get what you want? what then? ”

   before margo could turn away completely, wukong’s pleads quickly brought her back around with a sulking cringe stewn across her expression as she looked from him to the unconscious police officer at wukong’s feet and then back at wukong again.  "  dude !  i  don’t  like  cops  either,  but  you  can’t  just  clock  'em  in  the  face !  "  margo hissed urgently, she blew out an anxious breath and clapped her hands together in front of her.  "  okay.  okay,  we  can  fix  this.  first  .  .  .  we  need  to  make  sure  his  vest  cam  didn’t  just send  your  face  to  every  cop  in  the  city.  "

“ in my defense, i knew that. ” he holds up a finger, as though knowing what he did was wrong gets him brownie points. “ okay, that probably makes it worse, but what is done is done. ” he steps back to allow her enough space to inspect the situation, and the unconscious grunts. it took immense restraint not to kick him, hard. ( you know, just to make sure he stays unconscious. ) wukong crouches then, looking for the camera margo mentioned. he taps along the man’s vest until he hits solid. “ this thing? ” he glances up. “ do i take it or break it? ”

“ memories have texture, ” he tells the other, a rare trace of serenity in his dark eyes. “ memories have taste. distinctive, unmistakable. even after eons. ” he pauses at every few words, eyes closing before sucking in a deep breath. “ i had this friend, bull, and he had a wife, iron fan. she was a princess with quite a temper. when i think of her, i smell fire. i taste bread. rough, burnt, charcoal bread. she didn’t like me much, thought i meddled with her family business. and i did, i guess. i tried to stop bull from killing people, and then their child, red.”