The War of the Pink, Fluffy Blanket
"I would have killed for a blanket like that." — Jay (Isle Problems 2: In the Family, Ch. 12: It Will be Yours)
If you thought an elementary school class room was safe, you would be wrong. The children cried, a whoop incantation echoed from the doorway, and a woman dressed in black let it happen. It was horrible. It was despicable. It was glorious!
That poor soul never stood a chance, but then he won. The little boy was asleep when he was attacked. He never saw it coming, and I'd thought that I finally found him, a boy that would one day become the man to kneel before me and do my bidding. I was wrong. I heard him awe over that fluffy blanket the other boy had. Let's be honest, it was much better than his ratty rags. His eyes widened in lust and determination, and then that girl with the purple hair ruined everything. It was all Mal's fault.
When Jay went for it, Mal stood in his way. He pulled at the pink blanket, punched the kid and stepped on his chest, but the boy had a tough grip. He went in again, but she stepped in front of him, begged him to stop, and he caved just so easily. Gil. Poor me another. Anyway, after he'd let go of him, Hook got to keep that blanket. You remember that, don't you? Yeah. Of course, you do. And that was the day I knew you were the one for me. I have no doubt in my mind, even now. You will continue to do me well, won't you? Yes, yes. Of course, you will.
Posted: 04/27/2019 (American Standard)