"It's raining out"
"hardly ever rains"
rock roamed the streets of roanapur in a daze. He wore a drool expression and it looked as if he was just a listless corpse dragging along the side walk. He made his way to the ripoff church and asked Sister Yolanda for asylum during the downpour.
"May I come in for a moment sister?"
"Of course my boy, get out of this horrid weather"
"thank you sister"
rock shuffled down the aisle and sat at the table where revy and eda usual play their poker, eda is already sitting at the table.
|"So whacha come for rock? Ready to tell the good lord all your sins, or are you looking to commit some new ones?" she said provocatively while running her fingers up her thigh
"just escaping the rain"
"awwww your no fun rock, or has two hands finally tightened your leash?"
"Tell me something eda, you ever had the feeling that something was coming? Something you couldn't stop"
"In this town shit could pop of at any moment so I try not to worry about the small stuff, if I did id look like Yolanda before I hit my 40's"
" I guess your right"
"what's with that mug of yours? You had a bad day? Someone took your lunch money?"
Rock lets out a slight chuckle before continuing to sulk; the expression on his face is hard to read, somewhere between depression and nostalgia. The rain lets up and the sun manages to peek through the clouds, a ray of light shines through the stained church glass turning the scenery into a kaleidoscope;
Rock makes his way out the church.
"Can we expect you next visit to be so friendly?" says eda from down the aisle
"Sorry I was such a bad house guest, next time il bring some wine and we can talk about YOUR problems. Sound good?"
"il hold you to that rocky boy"
rock exits the church on a good note and heads to the office, on the way he sees a couple of lowlifes hassling and elderly lady. He decides to intervene.
"Hey HEY what's going on fellas? What the damage here?"
"This old broad here though she could skip out on her "prescription" payments, what the fuck is it to you?"
"Call me a Good Samaritan. Now I'm sure there is some way we can figure this out peacefully, im sure we can… [KILL THEM ALL. RIP THEM LIMB FROM LIMB AND MAKE THEM BLEEEEED SWEET NECTAR, HEAR THERE SCREAMS LEAVE THEM AS YOU DRENCH THE COMING NIGHT WITH THEIR AGONY] SHUT UP!"
"Excuse me you little prick, what you just said to me?"
"I'm sorry iv kinda been having an off day and…"
he is grabbed by his collar and lifted from the ground, the large man clenching him raises his fist and drives it into rock chest.
"if you've got nothing nice to say shut the fuck up"
"hehehe you got me good but I insist, let me pay whatever she owes you"
" five grand"
"youre kidding right?"
"The price just went up, with an extra fee because you're a smart ass"
"now I'm sure… [NOWS YOUR CHANCE. TEAR OPEN HIS RIBCAGE, MAKE HIM BEG FOR DEATH BEFOR SQUEEZE THE WHIMPERS OUT OF HIM] we can come to a peaceful conclusion"
"I don't like you, I don't like your face, I don't like the way you talk, and most of all I don't like your shirt. Here's what were gona do, I'm gona beat your scrawny face in, im going to get what this old bitch owes me, and I'm going to go home and get shitfaced. Now how does that sound?"
As the sun sets on the city an eerie silence is present. Rocks face, once hidden by shadow is now clear. He sports an unsettling grin which bears his teeth which more resemble fangs at this point, his eyes are dimed and his body is limp on the ground. He takes a long breath.
"Can you smell that?"
"What? Did you shit yourself already?"
"It's the putrid smell of this city and its people, or should I say monsters disguised as people"
the men look at each other and start to laugh
"did I knock something loose or were you always this fucked up?"
"Loose? No. but you did let something out, something baaaaaad HAHAHAHA"
"little shits lost his fucking marbles, let's take care of this punk and get out of here"
the men approach him, one of them lifts him up again while the other just watches
"you're not gona get a piece of this?"
"Not my fight brotha man, I just wanna get home to mii wife, promised me a king's feast with some "desert" if ya know what mi mean"
"your call"
he throws his fist but rock grabs him by the wrist, he grips it tighter and tighter until it ready to break and then he makes a right angle with the man's forearm.
"AHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
"It's not me, I swear it not me it's just…" his eyes widen and a sadistic smile is plastered across his face
"he won't shut up….Until I slaughter you"
