/A/N/ This isn't the last chapter. I'll write one more before I'm done with
this story. I'm pretty proud of my self. I never really finish stories, but
I've been doing pretty well with this one. I like it too, I mean Brad as a
junkie. I'm not sure what I was thinking, but I like it. Janet'll have
something to do with the story later on. and some more rockyesce action
will come into play in this chapter. I hope you like it. if I don't, I'll
feel dumb./
The bus ride back to Denton was nerve wracking. Brad was on edge. and in need of a small vial of junk. His veins still pumped blood through his body... but the thrill was gone from this. China white heroin from New York no longer was pumped with it. That was all Brad wanted at the moment. But he had to get home. Weeks had passed since he was last in Denton. He needed to be in a friendly place when he died. He knew he would.
Also. in his closet there was something he had kept well hidden. A corset, suspenders, stilettos, silk panties, gloves and fishnets. Not even Janet had known they were hidden away, washed, and pressed, and ready to be worn. There was only one thing Brad needed before he headed home. Makeup. he stopped at the drug store, ready to buy what he needed.
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The silence was growing putrid. Brad did not appreciate his isolation. He whistled to himself, wishing it didn't sound so unnatural, but not caring, because no one could hear.
Slowly, he stripped off his clothes, much as Riff Raff and Magenta had that day last year. The thought provoked more musings on that night, and he realized it had been exactly a year. And it was around this time he had asked Janet to marry him.
Brad remembered Ralf and Betty's wedding, and the fact they were still happily married. Why did everyone else seem to love life, and love each other?
He sat naked on the end of his bed, hyperventilating as he thought of his bleak reality. He balled his hands into fists, knuckles cracking, finger nails puncturing the skin. Small, read cresant moons formed on his palms, before they bubbled over, spilling on to the pressed white linen.
Brad's gaze strayed to the closet, and he knew it was time. He would only find closure if he went back to the night it all fell apart. Only then could he accept the fact Janet didn't love him. Even the astral components were in place, the time of the events was nearing. All factors were in place, now he just needed some effort on his part.
He stood up, every muscle in his body screaming at him. He recoiled in pain, since he had not noticed his horrible physical condition. Brad's trembling hands gasped the door knob, pulling open the closet.
After brushing some shirts to the side, there they were. The garments he had not worn for a year, but now stood for everything he was. Delicately, Brad laid them out on the bed, smiling slightly to himself.
He stepped into the panties first, the silk soothing his skin. Next he pulled the sheer gloves on to his arms, admiring the way the muscles looked beneath the thin black material.
His corset was lowered over his head, before he pulled the strings, making it tight against his rib cage. Brad winced with pain as the boning pushed into his flesh.
He attached the suspenders, before pulling on his fishnets. The material stretched over his lean legs, and he thought of the other three matching outfits. They had belonged to Columbia, Rocky and. Janet. Two of them dead. and one of them gone.
Brad looked in the mirror. He only had to apply make up before he was ready for the floorshow.
The bus ride back to Denton was nerve wracking. Brad was on edge. and in need of a small vial of junk. His veins still pumped blood through his body... but the thrill was gone from this. China white heroin from New York no longer was pumped with it. That was all Brad wanted at the moment. But he had to get home. Weeks had passed since he was last in Denton. He needed to be in a friendly place when he died. He knew he would.
Also. in his closet there was something he had kept well hidden. A corset, suspenders, stilettos, silk panties, gloves and fishnets. Not even Janet had known they were hidden away, washed, and pressed, and ready to be worn. There was only one thing Brad needed before he headed home. Makeup. he stopped at the drug store, ready to buy what he needed.
!---------------------------!
The silence was growing putrid. Brad did not appreciate his isolation. He whistled to himself, wishing it didn't sound so unnatural, but not caring, because no one could hear.
Slowly, he stripped off his clothes, much as Riff Raff and Magenta had that day last year. The thought provoked more musings on that night, and he realized it had been exactly a year. And it was around this time he had asked Janet to marry him.
Brad remembered Ralf and Betty's wedding, and the fact they were still happily married. Why did everyone else seem to love life, and love each other?
He sat naked on the end of his bed, hyperventilating as he thought of his bleak reality. He balled his hands into fists, knuckles cracking, finger nails puncturing the skin. Small, read cresant moons formed on his palms, before they bubbled over, spilling on to the pressed white linen.
Brad's gaze strayed to the closet, and he knew it was time. He would only find closure if he went back to the night it all fell apart. Only then could he accept the fact Janet didn't love him. Even the astral components were in place, the time of the events was nearing. All factors were in place, now he just needed some effort on his part.
He stood up, every muscle in his body screaming at him. He recoiled in pain, since he had not noticed his horrible physical condition. Brad's trembling hands gasped the door knob, pulling open the closet.
After brushing some shirts to the side, there they were. The garments he had not worn for a year, but now stood for everything he was. Delicately, Brad laid them out on the bed, smiling slightly to himself.
He stepped into the panties first, the silk soothing his skin. Next he pulled the sheer gloves on to his arms, admiring the way the muscles looked beneath the thin black material.
His corset was lowered over his head, before he pulled the strings, making it tight against his rib cage. Brad winced with pain as the boning pushed into his flesh.
He attached the suspenders, before pulling on his fishnets. The material stretched over his lean legs, and he thought of the other three matching outfits. They had belonged to Columbia, Rocky and. Janet. Two of them dead. and one of them gone.
Brad looked in the mirror. He only had to apply make up before he was ready for the floorshow.