Domestic Re-Tail
NOTES: I'm so sorry this has taken so long, I've been real busy as your probably aware by now, I work nights and sleep has been a real problem, plus I wanted to take a break from writing. So, here's the next chapter.
WARNING: Contains mild violence and some swearing.
Bob arrived at his house, causally looking around. Isabelle and Reese followed behind him, while Isabelle had her arms around Reese as a form of protection, both looking worried. Bob was about to pull his house keys from his pocket but noticed the door knob was slanted. Bob inspected it closely and noticed it had been tampered with…the gently tap it and the door knob and lock slipped, hanging by only one screw…the door opened slightly…the lights were on.
BOB: What the…?
Bob pushed the door gently to get a better view of the situation, it creeked as the door opened wide.
BOB: (Turns to the girls) Listen, wait here…
They both nodded but Reese started to shake thinking of the worse. Bob entered slowly.
As he took the first step into his home, he could tell he was in for a dangerous night but this still didn't stop him from gasping at the state of the house. The door stopped as if it was blocked, which in this case it was…the tv was on the floor smashed, chairs knocked over and broken along with the table…shards of plates scattered around the room, walls starched…Bob was in non-denial that somebody was still here, maybe watching him. Bob stayed silent, hoping to hear some other moment…all he could hear was his beating heart and slow breathing. It wasn't really rocket science that it was Cyrus that caused all this mess…he was a messed up individual
Bob then formed an idea and remembered he had an axe hidden away in one of his draws, it was best to arm himself…Bob reluctantly walked and stepped over the broken furniture to get to his chest of draws…a flower pot smashed on top of it. He pulled open the draw and…it was empty, gone. Bob cursed under his breath, that blue alpaca must've taken it…though this would explain how things got damaged. Bob clenched his fist and slammed in frustration about his missing axe.
VOICE: (Behind Bob) Looking for this?
Bob's eyes were wide, the ice cold voice almost made him jump but his hairs were on end, he slowly turned around and saw Cyrus had an axe in his hand and slumped over his shoulder.
CYRUS: A very strange place to keep an axe, don't you think? You must have good storage in those draws. (Bob gulped) Of course, I just keep my tools on me.
BOB: What…have you done to my house?
CYRUS: I would've thought that was obvious. This could've been avoided, you know…but you just had to stick your nose in it, didn't you? You've only been here for a day and already you think your high and mighty.
BOB: I…I don't think that…
CYRUS: Yes, you do!
BOB: No, I don't…
CYRUS: YES, YOU DO!
BOB: (Slight pause) What your doing is wrong?
CYRUS: What I do with my time is my business! What I do with MY wife…is MY business!
BOB: How can you treat her like that?
CYRUS: Because I own her. She should be happy, I'm major…the top dog, the big cheese. And besides, she loves the slapping about…it…arouses her…it…arouses me.
BOB: This…power, this stupid title has got to your head. That's all it is, a title; you've just blown it out of proportion.
CYRUS: I've made this town what it is!
BOB: What, a town where everybody is scared of you? A town full of fear? This…isn't a town, it's a village from hell. People should be singing, fishing and catching bugs…
CYRUS: By my rules, the village is better! Citizen satisfaction is through the roof.
BOB: Through fear!
CYRUS: (A short pause. Chuckles a little) Aren't you scared? Standing there thinking your suddenly all brave. I can…see into you. You're just a scaredy-cat, a wimp…a coward…
BOB: You're the coward…you hit women!
CYRUS: And I'll keep on doing it! But…I think that's the least of your worries, isn't it…?
BOB: (Gulps but tries not to show it) You…m-murdered…some…
CYRUS: Butch. I'm sure you've heard my wife talk about him? (Bob nods sadly) He's not the only one though…I killed a mouse as well…Moose, his name was…silly name for a mouse but just like you, he thought he was being brave…(Laughs) That stupid mouse pissed his pants when my power drill went through his skull…he felt it, he felt it touch his brain, even if it was a split second…he…felt it…
BOB: You're sick…y-you need to be stopped…you need help…
CYRUS: I'm the one with the axe…I'm not the one who needs help!
As Cyrus rested the blade on his other hand, Bob suddenly noticed that the blade of the axe had a massive crack in it, it was started to weaken…Bob knew it wasn't the greatest axe in the world but you pay for what you get…it did seem that one more hit from that axe and it would immediately break. Bob was starting to shake, he wanted to try and even the odds a bit by getting rid of that axe. Bob had to think of something quick but wanted to know the answer of Copper's disappearance.
CYRUS: You shouldn't have written that letter, squirt!
BOB: Wait; tell me about Copper…the police officer!
CYRUS: What, that by-the-book cop? He's…alive.
BOB: A-Alive…?
CYRUS: What does it matter? I doubt he'd survive much longer anyway…hard to get around with broken legs, you know! Hmm…I may just put him out of his misery, right after I've dealt with you.
BOB: Bastard!
CYRUS: I am what this town needs but you are the bug and the only way to deal with bugs, is step on them!
Cyrus raised the axe as high as he could, Bob backed up but was against the wall and was trap with Cyrus in front of him, Bob quickly looked around and sweat began to drip down his purple fur…the axe glistened from the light, shining in his eyes…the axe came down at some speed, Cyrus screamed with rage but Bob moved at lighting speed to the left, he felt the pushed air of the dropping axe whistle past his fur and then a THUD against the wall…and then a smash, of broken metal. Bob rolled after he dived out of the way, in a panic he looked up only to see Cyrus looking confused at the broken handle of the axe…
CYRUS: Aww…my axe broke…
Bob didn't think, it happened to fast but he pushed himself up and charged at Cyrus, knocking him off his feet. Cyrus moaned at the impact, losing his footing and falling into the floor, his body slammed hard. Bob used all his weight to try and pin Cyrus down and without hesitation started punching Cyrus across the face. Left, right, left…each impact denting Cyrus's fur and face, each blow was producing blood, slowing flowing from the nose and small cuts being created. Bob lost count on how many punches he gave Cyrus…but one last punch should do it…his fist pulled back, a tear in Bob's eye…no going back now…and brought his blood covered clenched fist into Cyrus's eye…it seemed the eye moved, the socket cracking…watered down black liquid slowly trickled out of Cyrus his eye. Bob panted angrily but knew he had down enough damage, he asset his actions…Cyrus's eye was leaking, he must've damaged it good…but Cyrus's eyes were closed. Bob's breathing was getting back to normal. He loosened his weight and began to climb off Cyrus. Bob felt a numbing pain…his knuckles were started to sting…he clenched his hand as if to hide the pain, it wasn't working…though the adrenaline was still there, if a little calmer now. Bob sighed…
The door then slammed open which startled Bob and as he looked up, he saw Isabelle gasping at the sight of him but she ran towards him and kneeled down infront of him.
ISABELLE: Oh my God, Bob…y-your hurt…
BOB: I'm fine…just a l-little…shaken up…
ISABELLE: You're very brave…
BOB: It..i-it happened so fast…
ISABELLE: (Looks over at the motionless Cyrus) Is…is he…?
BOB: (Shakes his head) No…just…out cold…
At this point Reese enters the messed up room and gasps in horror at the sight of her husband. She screamed his name and run over to him, tears beginning to flow out, she tucked her hand under his head like a pillow and pulled him gently up.
REESE: Oh…s-sweetie…what did he do to you? (Sighs) It d-didn't have to be this way…b-but…y-you deserved it. All those…p-punches, all those kicks…all those horrible name callings…its o-over my sweetheart…it's over…
Isabelle helped Bob while both watching Reese comfort her husband, who was wiping the blood from his blue fur. Isabelle put her arm around Bob, he accepted the help…and, while blushing, did the same back to her…she smiled, also blushing but then Bob remembered something. Meanwhile, Reese closed her eyes, pushing more tears from her eyes and produced a kiss on her husband's slightly opened mouth…
BOB: Christ, I almost forgot…Copper, the village officer is still alive!
ISABELLE: What…a-alive…?
BOB: Yes, though I'm not sure wher-
Bob was then interrupted by a loud, muffled scream…
NOTES: Okay, that's it for this chapter. The next one will be the last. Thank you again for your patience's and the reviews. I'll try and upload quicker next time. Take care for now.