That Special Kind of Feeling:
Sis stared with a large smile at the house that her and Mr. Eff stood in front of, the Giraffe still squeezed against her chest. The house was a small two level home, white paint covering the house with two windows placed in the front of it with yellow daisies sat on the window ledges, the front door painted brown with little two glass windows to peak out. Two bushes were placed under the windows, snow covering the top of them along with a garden gnome that had it nose chipped off it. No doubt from the lawn mower throwing a rock at it. There was something about this house that was pulling her towards it.
Fuck looked less enthusiastic about the house than Sis. He was fine with the house that they were in. Sure it had trash all over the place, bugs infesting the house inside out, blood splattered all over the place, and brown water that came out of the pipes.
And he lost his T.V. in the process of things.
"I think this might be it, Mr. Eff," Sis said, turning towards him to see that he was glancing at the gnome like it was fucking with him in some way. Sis frowned at this, but decided not to even bother with asking what the hell was wrong with him. He was not helpful in anyway. All Fuck wanted was a good kitchen so Sis could cook for the both of them, two bed rooms so he could have his own place to do as he pleased, and a garage so he could store and make new inventions to kill and torture random people he found on the street.
"I don't like it," Fuck replied, crimson eyes glaring down at the little gnome that sat frozen with its shovel in it chubby hands. Sis turned her blue eyes away from the small little hut of a home, a frown on her face as she had the words she was going to say on the tip of her tongue. Fuck turned his back to it and raised his left booted foot in the air, hands shoved into his pockets, done with even putting it in discussion. "Next house."
With a stride in his step, he walked down the side walk, wind blowing his small jacket around. Sis didn't know why he didn't like it. It didn't look like much, yes, but it looked exactly like the house they lived in. One small bed room that was connected to the front room, one bath room that had a sink and bath tub and shower that was attached to the kitchen, a kitchen with all the utilities and crappy 70's wall paper, front room with wooden floorings and sky blue walls, a brown couch the size of the wall it was placed against with a wide screen T.V. the size of a dining room table in the kitchen.
The only thing that made Fuck pause was the fact that it had a basement that was bigger than the house itself. He didn't even want to travel down the basement. He lost the coloring in his face as his eyes grew wide in what seemed to be fear in Sis's opinion when he stood at the top of the steps as Sis walked around the basement. Hell, before Sis even went down to the basement, Fuck grabbed her by the back of her flannel over shirt and told her that he didn't think she should go down and look.
Sis followed after Fuck, the snow crunching under her small weight as she yelled at him to wait. Fuck proceeded to walk, eye glancing from house to house as a bored expression started to creep onto his pale gray face. Fuck stopped at the corner, Sis walking up next to him with Idi in her arms still.
He smiled widely at the house he had spotted at the corner of the road.
"That one," he said, raising an index finger towards it. Sis frowned, her blue eyes investigating it as Idi only stare at the house with a raised eyebrow in questioning. The house was a two story with a garage, vanilla colored on the outer part of the house, one large window on the left side of the front door that was painted white. Sis didn't see any type of foliage around the house accept the front lawn that was covered in snow. A white fence connected to the sides of the house to block sight of the backyard that seemed to have nothing at all. "This is the one."
"What makes this, 'The one'?" Idi asked him, eyes still locked onto the house.
Fuck smirked as he turned his crimson eyes to Idi, making Idi wonder as to what he was planning on saying.
"Because I killed the two that lived in the house not too long ago. It was a pretty decent size house; it even has a kitchen with two ovens and an island that separated the front room from it."
Sis blinked at this.
"Wow…" Sis chimed, eyes sparkling at the small bit of information Mr. Eff had given her. She could cook all she wanted with two ovens. Hell, she could even stop going out of her way to get take out every night.
"Damn straight, 'Wow,'" Fuck beamed, placing his hands on his bony hips. "Daddy knows what you like."
"And were back to it being weird," Sis mumbled, feeling her face warm up slightly at Fuck's commit. She had no idea as to why he had to say things like that. It just made her feel awkward to be around him for a while. And today was one of those days for her.
Fuck looked at her in confusion to see that she was avoiding eye contact with him as Idi chuckled at Fuck's stupidity.
It clicked with Fuck after a moment, his face turning to one of disgust.
"Not like that," he hissed, rolling his crimson eyes at her huge conclusion. "Sick…"
Sis walked forward with Fuck at her side, Idi telling Fuck he should think fully before speaking what comes to his mind. Especially when it came to Fuck's mind, Idi had to add strongly. Fuck tried to ignore the little bastard of a voice as he kept his sights locked onto the house they were heading to. Sis walked up to the front door, Fuck close behind her with his hands in his pockets. When stepping into the house, Sis felt a sense that she hadn't felt in sometime.
A sense of home.
Fuck and she had been jumping from house to house for as long as she could recall, and none of the houses truly felt like home when she and he stayed. Sis couldn't help but smiling widely as her eyes roamed the house. It was just as Mr. Eff and descripted, kitchen with a double oven and granite counters, tannish colored walls throughout the house, a front room with a flat screen T.V. too big for Sis to even hold, a coffee table in front of a leather couch that looked to be able to fit five, white carpet, and stairs that were connected to the far right of the wall that lead to the second floor.
There was no wall to hide second flooring, just the railing that assured that no one would fall off. The second floor had a room to the right as soon as you walked up the stairs, continue down the hall to the next room was the bathroom that had a bath and shower. The last room on the second floor was another bedroom big enough to hold two jail cells.
Sis was in awe.
"So," Fuck said, snapping Sis out of her daze. "What do you think?"
Sis smiled widely with closed eyes.
"I love it."
Fuck smirked.
Not So Magical:
"Now Ms. Sis, watch and be amazed!"
Sis sat quietly on the bloody couch, Mr. Eff standing in front of her with a man that was strapped down on the coffee table. The man was a bible sales man, and when Sis had answered the door when he knocked on it he had politely asked her if she would like to buy one. She was tempted to buy one, but she knew that Fuck would have told her that she was wasting money, so she said no. The man nodded his head at this and told her to have a nice day, a small smile on his lips. He wasn't that bad looking really. Short brown hair, amber eyes that seemed so caring, peach colored skin that had no scars or acne on it, a white business like shirt on with black jeans, tie, and shoes and a pile of bibles in his thin arms.
Sis wanted him to go on with his day, to get as far away from her house. But she was too little too late.
Fuck shouted out that god was not real, and the man paused for a moment in rage.
He couldn't see Mr. Eff, but Mr. Eff could inflict pain onto him if he chose to do so.
Sis told the man to go on with his day, to ignore her friend. But Fuck shouted out that the man was nothing more than a cowered that couldn't stand up for his own beliefs. And that's when the man stormed into the house, face written in rage as he readied himself to start his speech about god. Sure enough, Fuck knocked him out once he was in and tied him down to the coffee table. Sis wanted to help the poor man, but he had made his bed when he stormed into the house. He was Fuck's problem then. It was his own ignorance that had gotten him to where he was at.
"Mr. Eff, please," Sis sighed calmly, rubbing her head slightly with closed eyes. "I really don't want to be a part of this today."
Fuck rolled his eyes at this and crossed his arms over his thin chest.
"Fine, I'll leave this man on the coffee table for as long as I can if you don't acknowledge his presence." Fuck waved a hand towards the man on the coffee table, his amber eyes locked onto Sis in a pleading way. "I mean, the man was flirting with you."
Sis glared at Mr. Eff.
"He was not," she snapped, turning her eyes away from Mr. Eff to the T.V. behind him. "He was simply being kind. That's what church people do. If anything, you seem to be a little overbearing…"
Fuck felt his gut grow ill as his cold pale cheeks warmed slightly in embarrassment. What made her think of such a thing?
"Whatever," Fuck sighed, waving a hand at the subject. "May we go on with the task at hand?"
"I don't even know what the hell you're doing right now."
"I'm going to rip this man's heart out with my bare hands!" Fuck spat, eyes turning wild. He placed his right hand on his chin, eyes narrowing on the man "Or I'm going to see if this man can eat a whole human arm under a minute. If he can I'll let him go."
Sis blinked at the options.
She shrugged my shoulders, saying, "I really don't care what you do. I gave him the chance to get out of here alive, but he chose to fight with you."
"Ms., please!" The man yelled, sweat collecting on his brow. "I don't know what this demon is thinking, but you have to help me get out of here."
"No." Sis answered, eyes staying locked onto the T.V. "I have no sympathy for you."
Idi would have completely lost it if he would have heard her say this to the man before her. But Sis wasn't in the mood that day for the empathy sympathy thing he preached so well to her. Fuck was beyond pleased with this notion, seeing as how he had finally had the upper hand in the battle between the two.
"I think I'll go with the hands." Fuck mumbled to himself, not caring about the discussion they were having. "Yeah, that sounds good."
"Think of what God would do!" The man pleaded to her, eyes watering as he said this.
"God didn't seem to care for me when he stuck me with him." Sis replied calmly, flicking through the channels to see what else was on. "Now he thinks he's keeping me from harm's way. Which is quiet funny really, seeing as how right now he's going to kill a bibles sales man."
She turned her eyes to Fuck.
"Why are you killing this man again?"
Fuck blinked at this, as if he was a deer in the headlights.
"I'm bored honestly. Nothing good on T.V."
"Great reason."
"Quite."
"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY, IS THERE A SANE MIND IN THIS PLACE?!"
Both Sis and Fuck thought about this for a moment.
"Hmm… Nope?"
"Yeah, No."
"Nope."
Fuck slammed his right hand down on the man's chest, screaming loudly as blood went flying around the small room as he ripped the heart out of the man's chest cavity.
"Magic bitch!" Fuck yelled happily, flashing a wide grin.
Extra:
Tea Time:
A little child dressed in a blue floral dress and chestnut locks sat in a small pink bedroom with stuffed animals surrounding her, the moonlight shinning through the large window that showed the view of the wooded area surrounding the house. The child hummed happily to herself, swinging her dress shoed feet under the white table she sat at with her favorite stuffed animals Mr. Turtle and Sir Rhinoceros that both sported tuxes and a monocles.
"More tea Mr. Turt," The child asked, lifting the plastic tea pot up slightly.
The stuffed animal slumped over to its side.
The little girl's big blue eyes investigated the animal.
"I agree," she mused, pouring the make-believe tea into the white tea cup. "You should ask Ms. Twinkle to the ball."
She turned to stare at Sir Rhinoceros with a wide smile.
"You did nice on cleaning out-,"
The sound of glass shattering throughout the house rung in her ears.
She cowered in her chair and lowered her head, her brown bangs covering her fear riddled eyes as she put the tea pot down on the table.
"T-the m-main hall... for tonight..."
Yells and screams ran down the halls, making the little girl whimper and mess with her hands.
Daddy and Mommy were just talking.
Daddy wasn't hurting Mommy.
She fell.
"T-the ball will start a eight tonight, correct Mr. Turt?"
Black soulless eyes stared back at deep blue fear covered ones as another crash came. She jumped and muffled a scream the best she could.
She didn't want Daddy to get mad like he was with Mommy.
A loud male voice carried throughout the house and to her room along with the cries of a pained female. She didn't like hearing Mommy and Daddy fighting. She wanted it to stop and for them to be happy.
The child heard more thuds and crashing of glass, making her forget about to the two before her.
She didn't like it.
She stood from her chair and dashed over to her bed, hands covered over her ears as the sound of the fighting continued. Having been through this before, she lowered to her knees and crawled under he bed, more stuffed animals surrounding every section under her bed. The covers dropped as she crawled under the bed, her mind racing to think of something other then the event going on outside of her bed room.
Bunnies.
Kitties.
Puppies.
A squeak came from infront of her, making her squeeze her eyes shut more as her heart pounded in her small chest. She didn't want to see Daddy. Not now.
"Sorry I'm late attending the tea party, Little Miss Sis."
Sis opened her fear riddled eyes to see one of her most beloved friends peering under the bed at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. He always came to the tea parties that were at night, seeing as how he always came to visit when it was near for Sis to retreat to her bed. It was as if he was saying goodnight in his own little way. This of course, was one of the main reason she had her tea parties so late. Sis smelled dirt the longer Mr. Eff stared at her. The scent of the earth always came from his form as if it were his own fragrance, and Sis was fine with this. After sometime, she had grown fawn to the smell. Mr. Eff stretched out his hand, catching Sis off guard somewhat.
"Come on," Mr. Eff said somewhat annoyed, trying to talk her out from under the bed as he waved his hand at her. "I'm not about to have Mr. Turt over there show me up."
He glared over at the stuffed animal.
"Stupid bastard…"
Sis didn't move.
Mr. Eff growled in irritation, sighing sharply as he rolled his eyes.
"Okay, if you won't come from under there..." He lowered himself to be level with Sis and placed his chin in the palm of his right hand, sighing slightly. "I guess we'll just finish the tea party here without those two snobby wankers."
Sis frowned at this.
"What's a wanker?"
Mr. Eff smirked at this, Sis's childlike eyes of wonder staring up at him waiting for the answer.
"It's polite way to call people stupid and stuff," he replied, tapping his rotten fingernails on the wooden flooring. "It's British..."
Sis lowered her eyes sadly as Mr. Eff went on with his thinking of the weird word. What the hell type of word was wanker? Such a stupid insult...
"Why can't you take me with you when you go out at night?"
Mr. Eff blinked in shock at the question. He had planed on her wanting to get out of the house to get away from the shit that stewed bellow. But still, it wasn't quiet time for her to be exposed to such a thing. Now, having an imaginary psycho friend that killed and buried his victims in the backyard, well, that was a completely different story.
"When you're older."
Sis lowered her head to the floor, eyes growing heavy as tears stung her eyes.
She didn't want to sleep.
If she slept he'd be gone.
He wouldn't returned 'til her bed time tomorrow before she fell to sleep.
"But I am big girl..."
Mr. Eff barked a laugh.
"Older."
"How older," she mumbled, rubbing her eye tiredly as she got comfy where she lied.
Mr. Eff smirked softly at her, seeing her trying to fight off sleep.
He'd make an insomniac out of her in no time.
"When you're in elementary school...Fifth... Sixth grade?"
He let his eyes wander as he let his mind travel off into thought.
"That's a lot of days...to... t-to...have..."
Silence.
Mr. Eff turned back to Sis to see that she had fallen to sleep, head resting on her crossed arms.
Maybe she could help plant flowers sometime at night.
Mr. Eff patted her head with a deep sigh.
"Tea parties... I know..."
After this, he threw Mr. Turt out of the window in spite. He was sitting in his tea time spot.
R&R
This is NOT a love story between my OC and Mr. Eff.
I can't say that enough.
And I know the story is completely random and jumbled, but so was the first of JtHM.
But that will end here very shortly.
:)
Thank you all for reading too!
I love you guys!
