Sudden Change Chap 10
Mullet gets kidnapped by his evil mother
Roy wakes up on the street, no injuries, goes home worries about Mullet
Roy felt the concrete against his face, the cold of it. His entire body couldn't think, for that fraction of a second. Where am I?…. and then he remembered. Mullet. Where was he?
Roy slowly got to his feet, his body stiff. He felt a small pain in his neck. Shit. Knocked out. All that happened after those damn headlights… figures walking toward them, one came after him and one after Mullet… and he heard… a women's voice? It was such a fuzz to him.
He started to slowly pace back to his house, his head hurting, and he was deadly worried about Mullet, where the hell he was, who had him… and then the realization hit him. And he wouldn't let them get away. He'd been nothing but trouble to Mullet lately, and he wouldn't let himself be a bother anymore. He couldn't just sit around, anyways. He remembered where the house was, he'd never forget.
MULLET POV
All he felt was cold. Against his skin, against his face. And then he heard that voice.
"What the hell is your problem." The voice said, it sounded female. To familiar.
Lona. Shit.
Mullet moaned, pain coming to his senses, and he opened his eyes.
"Napoleon." Lona said, causing Mullet's eyes to open fully.
"So what, you think you could hide from me forever thenn?" She slurred, obviously drunk.
Mullet took a look around, trying to recognize his surroundings. Concrete floor. He tried moving, no luck. He heard Lona laugh and watched her stumble foolishly.
"Your soooo stupid!" She slurred, as Mullet watched her walking around him, like a bird and its prey. Some damn drunk bird, that is. Then he spotted the black figures against the grotesque matted basement wall, that he recognized so well. His old room. Even though the light was dark lit in this place, it was so frighteningly familiar to him. A jolt of old fear ran through him, remembering the torture he had gone through when he was young, those long years ago.
"Now, im gunna ask youu a few questions "fish boy"." She said, sitting next to him on the bed he was chained to. She had a bottle of vodka she twirled in her hands.
"What the hell did you do to Beatrice hmmmm?" She said her voice going high pitched, as she stood once more. He nearly growled at her then.
"Me? Ha that's nearly classic, Lona." He said the last part coldly, his fear starting to melt away, as he remembered how and why he'd escaped in the first place. He remembered how risky it had been, and how Beatrice had stayed behind and dealt with Lona. Bea said she was a little more bearable when I wasn't around, but she still got out of the house as much as possible. And now look at her. I don't feel any pity. Lona got closer to Mullet, studying him, stumbling more."God, your so ugly. You know that?" She mumbled to him. Mullet laughed.
"What do you even want from me Lona, did you just bring me here to harass me all day?" He said in a bored tone. Lona got really angry then. She smashed to bottle against the side of the bed, and swiped one of the sharp edges against Mullet's cheek. Hard. Blood started pouring out of his cheek.
"Don't underestimate me, boy. Im not the fucking weak bitch you ran away from those years ago. You're weak. You ran away you couldn't handle your own fucking life, catching fish and shit god your fucking stupid!" She screamed at him, taking another swipe at Mullet's other cheek, making that one bleed as well.
"You didn't even care when your own sister died didn't you. To focused on your own hippie shit. Your worthless." She said, hissing out the last part of it. Mullet just laid and listen, it was nothing new to him. A long silence passed between the two separate bloods of people, until Mullet finally spoke.
"Im not looking for anything from you, Lona. Im not weak, and I loved Beatrice and took care of her more than your cold black heart EVER could." He said venomously, as he watched her flinch, he continued, "This blood; means nothing to me. Your words, mean nothing to me. You, were never my mother, and you never will be. Living on my own, for one thing, has taught me that much." he finished, watching Lonas face twist in anger and other conflicting emotions.
"if you think killing me would clean your dusty old heart would do the trick, go ahead, but just remember what comes with that "fulfillment" if you were to call that." he said thoughtfully.
"Ha, what, your little friend Roy's gunna save you? That little wimpy piece of crap? That would be the day." She said, as she sauntered away drunkenly, calling over her shoulder.
"Do whatever the hell you want to him." As soon as he heard her say that, he knew he was in for it.
"You don't know him. And you definitely don't know what he's capable of." Mullet said aloud, hearing Lona pause on the stairs, then continue walking. The next thing he knew, a black boot was coming down on his skull, and everything went black.