Disclaimer: I do not own Grossology characters, baddies, environments etc, etc. Any OC, baddy or location not recognisable is mine.
Rating and Warning: T for the mentioning of gore. Kid Rot losing it, OOCness on both parts. Really T just to be really safe.
A/N: I decided to update this story a while ago, but then I sort of got stuck on the plot. Well… I still am, but at least now I have a part two.
…- Keeping up Appearances -…
"…if you see this man, notify your local police department. Do not approach this man yourself. He is extremely dangerous…" The anchorman keeps talking and talking about a threat to humanity. The more Abby listens to him, the more worried she becomes. She doesn't know over what she's becoming stressed, though it might have something to do with the psychopathic lunatic she's forced to live with.
The pictures they keep showing aren't as disturbing as some of the things she has seen, of what Kid Rot has really done. Of course they will dull it down for television, but still.
The redhead sits back, hugging the pillow close to herself and staring at the ceiling for a bit.
Crimes against humanity…
You can call it that yes…
…
She's actually starting to miss him. Misses talking to him.
Oh God… the Apocalypse must be near…
Something is happening. Good or bad, she doesn't know. Abby takes a deep breath, inhaling through her nose. After a short moment of silence she throws the pillow on the floor, not caring where it lands and stands to her feet. She's pretty much just bored out of her mind. Abby is a social animal, she likes company, even the baddest kind of company she can get. But since the parasite is unable to be with her all the time she's been unable to get out of this bored stupor.
He's been asleep for two full days now. And during the last night he hadn't tossed or turned at all. Just lies there, motionless.
Maybe he's dying?
The great, almighty Kid Rot, feared and hated by many, many people… dying.
She doesn't know if she would be happy with that. Yes, that psycho is dangerous and only deserves the worst. But she still believes that there is a part of Chester still somewhere deep inside the parasite trying to struggle free.
Before she can realise it her feet have carried her to the bedroom they share, have stopped in the opening of the door. She had left it ajar, just so she could hear it if he would wake up, or move, or do anything at all apart from sleeping.
But nothing, as usual.
She watches the still form for a while, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. His looks are changing, again. His skin had been a light green or yellow ish colour, but it was now turning ghastly white. He's vast asleep now, but he still has dark bags beneath his eyes as if deprived of any rest for months. His breathing, once raspy and loud, which had somewhat quieted down is now completely silent and shallow. His heartbeat, which she checks every time she comes here is soft and irregular. He's losing weight, what had been left of that, fast. He won't last long like this.
Neither Kid Rot or Chester can last.
For the billionth or so time she walks up to the bed, completely unafraid. Not that her captor would actually hurt her. He could, definitely could but he didn't. As if he really loves her. And as usual the redhead begins to fuss over the sheets, pulling them up and over Kid Rot's body again. He doesn't move a finger as usual.
"Not so tough now huh?" She opts to no one in particular, since he certainly isn't listening.
With another sigh she leaves the bedroom again, returning to the living room where she can continue to be bored and annoyed and alone.
Thee. She could make some thee. Sip some of the stuff while watching a rerun of the Dog Whisperer. It's all reruns… Seriously she's going mad here. A tapping noise disturbs her from her inner bitching. When Abby turns her head to look at the source she's met with something she least expected.
There is a pigeon sitting in the window, tapping the glass with its little beak.
The redhead raises her eyebrows at that, she's never seen a bird sitting up here. She hasn't seen any animals for that matter, probably Kid Rot's aura scaring them off. Well, that saves them from a nasty death, so she understands them all to well. This pigeon however defies all logic, keeps tapping on the glass and looking at her with big, beady eyes.
So Abby opens the window, surprised the bird doesn't fly off. Instead it hops inside, sitting in the window still. "You're one brave little dude aren't you?" She smiles at the bird, petting it and wondering why it isn't scared.
Her question is quickly answered when she notes a little piece of paper attached to the pigeon's left leg with a piece of black string. Utterly confused the redhead begins to unwrap the ribbon, being extra careful so she won't hurt the bird. The moment she has removed the note the pigeon flies off through the still open window. The young woman follows it with her eyes as far as she can but soon enough the bird disappears around a building.
The paper rustles a little as she unwraps it, and what she reads makes her grow a bit fuzzy on the inside.
Abby.
We're coming for you. Evacuated the area in a six mile radius. Team is standing by, ready to storm the den. Twenty minutes.
See you soon,
Tyler.
It has been a while since she has been this happy. She had missed her brother, missed her family. Hell she's starting to miss Paige, and that is saying something.
Suddenly, out of the blue a cold shudder forces itself up her spine. She grows cold all over, a worried feeling of dread lodging itself in her stomach. The redhead becomes a little uneasy, afraid of turning around. She can feel the cold stare on the back of her neck, eyes piercing her soul.
"You're up." She collects all of her courage to turn her head, quickly stuffing the paper inside the pocket of her pants.
Kid Rot is standing near the opposite wall, staring her down and looking irritated and exhausted. He's slouching more then usual and swaying to the left and to the right a bit, as if drunk. Abby doesn't like the look in his eyes, as if he's sizing her up. As if he's actually out for a fight.
"Is something wrong?" She keeps her voice down. He shrugs, shoulders shaking a bit.
"I'm not stupid…" He shakes his head from side to side, bangs falling in front of his eyes. "…I just figured out what you've been trying to do these past few weeks…"
He chuckles to himself, a dark, horrible sound that makes Abby's blood run cold. She inhales deeply, trying to compose herself. This is new territory. He has a reason to be angered and to direct that at her. The grin on his lips has died out. He remains somewhat rooted to his spot on the floor. He's having a hard time keeping his balance, swaying from side to side. Abby sizes him up, trapped between two ideas that are both very unpleasant.
One: She could let him go, let him do what he needs to do. Kill people, animals, everything to recharge and slap her back to where she started months ago. Let him cause as much destruction as he needs. Kid Rot is suffering from great hunger, and it will take a lot for it to be stilled. How much exactly is something Abby doesn't want to think about. Of course he won't find anyone, only police and Grossologists ready for a fight. But they must have plans of their own, and if she understood Ty's note right they will be coming in soon.
Or two: She could try and take him down now. There are many things lying around she could use as a weapon. She could try and knock him out, then find something to tie him up with and then GTFO and get some help. The problem is that he could still possess a great deal of power, and if she really infuriates him he could hurt her. He could kill her.
"And I'm not… happy with that." His head lulls to the side and he keeps looking at her with a crazed demeanour surrounding him. The parasite looks, if anything, hungry. Starving even.
He looks like he wants to eat her alive.
"Why not make a list of things you need? I'll collect them when I return." He still asks, and suddenly Abby realises something is off.
He might be swaying, and his eyes are darting with dilated pupils, but the parasite is collected. He isn't as calm as before he went to sleep, but he seems to be more aware of everything. She doesn't like the look in his eyes either. The only thing she can go is shake her head no. He shrugs and turns on his heels, going back to the bedroom to change into another shirt. He leaves Abby inside the living room.
While he turns to leave she begins to look around for a weapon. Anything to hit him with, to defend herself with.
To keep him here.
If he leaves now things might get complicated. Of course he will know something is wrong when he steps outside and into deserted streets. If the Grossologists are done evacuating, then there will be no prey left for Kid Rot within miles. But if they are still in the middle of emptying the streets all hell will break loose.
There is a modern statue standing on the floor in the corner of the living room. It's one of the many gifts Kid Rot had given her. It's modern art, she doesn't know what it resembles but she could use it to hit him over the head. They needed twenty minutes, surely she can keep him here for another twenty minutes.
The parasite gives her a soft and almost carefree smile when he emerges again, having changed into another shirt. For a moment he doesn't look at her at all, giving her the perfect opportunity to strike. As if it's being deliberate.
It's now or never.
The statue is heavy, but not too much for her to handle.
The impact, a sickening cracking of his skull, causes Kid Rot to slam into the wall, quickly collapsing onto the floor. There is a splatter of blood on the wall, droplets slowly dripping down. Abby can only stare as the parasite's hair begins to matt together because of the blood freely flowing down the side of his head. It crawls along his neck, down onto his dark clothes. Colours mix, and she can even smell the metallic scent. What she feared most is actually happening as the young man doesn't lose his consciousness at all. He merely sits there, leaning against the wall for support as a small puddle of blood begins to grow on the spot where he sits.
The blond quivers once, as if trying to keep himself from lunging at her and snap her in half.
Abby can practically hear his blood boil with rage.
"I take it…" He pauses, pushing himself up. The stream of blood pouring down his head is thinning out, cut knitting back together quickly. The area around his eyes, which is usually a sickening white is now a dark blue, bruised because of his head injury. "…you have a really good explanation for hitting me?"
He bares his teeth and hisses, eyes now unfocussed. The parasite sways again, putting an effort on staring her down.
"Not really." She challenges, and finally he focuses.
There is a pressure in the room which she hasn't felt for quite a while. The air seems to thicken, harder to breathe. A faint scent waves in the air, one she immediately recognises. At that very moment one of the plants behind her topples over, stem breaking down under its left over weight. All around her she can hear the disturbing rustling of leaves, as if the plants and flowers are actually screaming for help and mercy. It doesn't keep to plants as the carpet beneath her feet seems to move out of its own, melting. The faint smell grows stronger, the smell of rot and decay.
Even the blood on Kid Rot's body swiftly turns into a deep brown, then almost black substance as he rots it away and absorbs whatever nutrition it may still hold.
And for the first time ever, she's really afraid of him.
- Word Vervolgd
Uhm, fuck yeah I'm continuing!
GTFO: it literally means Get The Fuck Out. When you have to go, you get the fuck out.