Damn colds, damn them! I feel so sick. I think I might go to sleep soon.
Oh, yeah, and I decided that since Pepito's getting older, he's not going
to want to be called the diminutive by everyone so much any more- so he's
changed his name to Jose. Of course, those close to him may still call him
by the nickname. Small things, I know, but I'm not right in the head at the
moment, thank you very much.
Pepito ( Pepe ( Jose = May God give increase ; Todd = Fox (clever or wily person)
~~~
Todd sighed wearily as he hacked through yet another body. He felt he had been on clean-up duty for far too long now, and wanted to learn to great art of persuasion. Not too long ago, he would have been horrified to think that wanted any part of this, but it was now a way of life for him. Standing beside his friend, the son of Satan, and bringing evil to justice. His clothes were so bloody and torn by the time he got home- good thing his parents didn't give a shit.
Sometimes, when he had time to just sit in class and stare at the wall, or during a break in his hunting sessions after school, he remembered when he was small and frightened. 'Squee' was that little boy's nickname, and it fitted too well. It seemed he was constantly scared and emitting that high- pitched shriek. He still did shriek every once in a while, when some bastard got the drop on him before he could saw them in half, but at least now it was a manly, deeper shriek.
He also remembered having no power, and always being lonely. Any friends that he had managed to make were killed in freak accidents. Schmee, poor Schmee- that had been such a dark day. At least now he had a friend that he knew would never die. Not easily.
"Okay, Todd," Jose motioned him over, "we're done for the day. Stuff them in the suitcase, and I'll get our backpacks."
"Pepito," Todd frowned at him, "when are you going to show me how to get the nasty ones to show themselves?" He proceeded to throw arms and torsos into the never-ending black hole in the suitcase.
"Soon, soon, I swear it. You just do such good work with that chainsaw that I'd hate to see it rust." He gave him a teasing smile while looping an arm across his shoulders and pulling him back towards the hole they had crawled out of.
"I've noticed something about you- you used to be so angry and domineering. Now, now you're so friendly. What happened?" Todd blinked at him with wide, curious eyes.
"I hope you didn't just notice- I know you're not that oblivious with everything." Jose took a deep breath, smiling at nothing in particular, "I guess I just feel happier. Things are better than what they were. An~nd," he grinned at Todd, "I can't wait until Dad gives me my birthday present."
"What, another car?" Todd poked him in the ribs before easing himself into the uncovered manhole they had finally reached in a cluttered alley.
"Nope!" Jose jumped in carelessly after him, landing on is feet quite gracefully and sliding the cardboard ceiling back over the hole.
Todd gave him a look as he hefted the suitcase onto his shoulder and skimmed down the slimy, concrete stairs to the lower entrance levels into the employees only area of hell.
"A once-in-a-lifetime trip to wherever I want!" Jose crowed, following close behind Todd, closely enough to breathe in that special scent that only Todd had.
The corridors got lighter and lighter as they descended, and cleaner and cleaner as they moved toward the employee lounge. They passed stations with snoozing, horned gaurds, and bolted doors that contained everything from mops and Pledge to those just too damn crazy to be out in general population- believe it or not, some of the people sent to hell were scarier than the demons.
Todd stopped and stared at him as if he had just said he liked to wear pink, frilly dresses. "Pepito, we go all over the world, already! I mean, we were just in China for crying out loud! Where could you go that we haven't already been to, for work?"
A sinister laugh bubbled up from Jose. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."
Todd only blinked, before opening the door to the men's locker room. "You just went crazier, didn't you?" he strolled over to his allotted locker and brought out some-what clean clothes, and proceeded to strip.
Instead of changing himself, Jose leaned back against the wall and openly ogled Todd as he undressed, much to the continued embarrassment of the boy.
"You always watch me- why? No one else does. It's- it's gross." Todd hastened to cover himself again.
Jose growled and stalked over to Todd, pinning him to the lockers with his arms on either side of Todd's face. "It is not gross! And no one else does it 'cause I'll carve their faces off before they can even think it. You're mine."
"Stop it. You know I don't like it when you talk like that." Todd folded his arms across his chest and glared into Jose's eyes.
"But it's true. You're mine." Jose grinned with all of his teeth, and leaned in close enough that their noses almost touched.
"I am not! You've been saying that for years, and it's never been true! I was never 'yours', and will never be 'yours', so back off already!" Todd roughly pushed past him and marched to the door, only stopping when Jose shouted in his hell-fire voice.
"Don't walk away from me, Todd!" he stood with anger burning in his gaze, and his fists so clenched that his nails were making bloody imprints in his palms.
Todd, frozen for a moment in time, felt his mind skitter and falter, and suddenly he was a little boy again.
~~~
Hmm. this just gets worse as I go on, doesn't it?
Pepito ( Pepe ( Jose = May God give increase ; Todd = Fox (clever or wily person)
~~~
Todd sighed wearily as he hacked through yet another body. He felt he had been on clean-up duty for far too long now, and wanted to learn to great art of persuasion. Not too long ago, he would have been horrified to think that wanted any part of this, but it was now a way of life for him. Standing beside his friend, the son of Satan, and bringing evil to justice. His clothes were so bloody and torn by the time he got home- good thing his parents didn't give a shit.
Sometimes, when he had time to just sit in class and stare at the wall, or during a break in his hunting sessions after school, he remembered when he was small and frightened. 'Squee' was that little boy's nickname, and it fitted too well. It seemed he was constantly scared and emitting that high- pitched shriek. He still did shriek every once in a while, when some bastard got the drop on him before he could saw them in half, but at least now it was a manly, deeper shriek.
He also remembered having no power, and always being lonely. Any friends that he had managed to make were killed in freak accidents. Schmee, poor Schmee- that had been such a dark day. At least now he had a friend that he knew would never die. Not easily.
"Okay, Todd," Jose motioned him over, "we're done for the day. Stuff them in the suitcase, and I'll get our backpacks."
"Pepito," Todd frowned at him, "when are you going to show me how to get the nasty ones to show themselves?" He proceeded to throw arms and torsos into the never-ending black hole in the suitcase.
"Soon, soon, I swear it. You just do such good work with that chainsaw that I'd hate to see it rust." He gave him a teasing smile while looping an arm across his shoulders and pulling him back towards the hole they had crawled out of.
"I've noticed something about you- you used to be so angry and domineering. Now, now you're so friendly. What happened?" Todd blinked at him with wide, curious eyes.
"I hope you didn't just notice- I know you're not that oblivious with everything." Jose took a deep breath, smiling at nothing in particular, "I guess I just feel happier. Things are better than what they were. An~nd," he grinned at Todd, "I can't wait until Dad gives me my birthday present."
"What, another car?" Todd poked him in the ribs before easing himself into the uncovered manhole they had finally reached in a cluttered alley.
"Nope!" Jose jumped in carelessly after him, landing on is feet quite gracefully and sliding the cardboard ceiling back over the hole.
Todd gave him a look as he hefted the suitcase onto his shoulder and skimmed down the slimy, concrete stairs to the lower entrance levels into the employees only area of hell.
"A once-in-a-lifetime trip to wherever I want!" Jose crowed, following close behind Todd, closely enough to breathe in that special scent that only Todd had.
The corridors got lighter and lighter as they descended, and cleaner and cleaner as they moved toward the employee lounge. They passed stations with snoozing, horned gaurds, and bolted doors that contained everything from mops and Pledge to those just too damn crazy to be out in general population- believe it or not, some of the people sent to hell were scarier than the demons.
Todd stopped and stared at him as if he had just said he liked to wear pink, frilly dresses. "Pepito, we go all over the world, already! I mean, we were just in China for crying out loud! Where could you go that we haven't already been to, for work?"
A sinister laugh bubbled up from Jose. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."
Todd only blinked, before opening the door to the men's locker room. "You just went crazier, didn't you?" he strolled over to his allotted locker and brought out some-what clean clothes, and proceeded to strip.
Instead of changing himself, Jose leaned back against the wall and openly ogled Todd as he undressed, much to the continued embarrassment of the boy.
"You always watch me- why? No one else does. It's- it's gross." Todd hastened to cover himself again.
Jose growled and stalked over to Todd, pinning him to the lockers with his arms on either side of Todd's face. "It is not gross! And no one else does it 'cause I'll carve their faces off before they can even think it. You're mine."
"Stop it. You know I don't like it when you talk like that." Todd folded his arms across his chest and glared into Jose's eyes.
"But it's true. You're mine." Jose grinned with all of his teeth, and leaned in close enough that their noses almost touched.
"I am not! You've been saying that for years, and it's never been true! I was never 'yours', and will never be 'yours', so back off already!" Todd roughly pushed past him and marched to the door, only stopping when Jose shouted in his hell-fire voice.
"Don't walk away from me, Todd!" he stood with anger burning in his gaze, and his fists so clenched that his nails were making bloody imprints in his palms.
Todd, frozen for a moment in time, felt his mind skitter and falter, and suddenly he was a little boy again.
~~~
Hmm. this just gets worse as I go on, doesn't it?