Disclaimer: I don't own Simon and Garfunkel's 'Hello Darkness My Old
Friend'. Nor do I really want to. I just felt that the title made sense for
this chapter, though *meekly states* Paul Simon is cool.
Author's Note: Bless you! Bless you all for your long wait! Now armed with Coke, aspirin and my Poe CD I am ready to write.
Chapter Five
Hello Darkness My Old Friend
This room is nothing but pitch. Like a dark room of darky doom. I don't know why I find that funny. I guess I could find anything funny at this point with this little creature in my arms; the scent of his hair teasing my bony jointed nose. I'm so near him right now that I can feel the slight prickle of his eyelashes on my cheek when he opens his eyes. I feel soft lips somewhere on my neck, a tongue tracing my pulse that I'm so glad to have right now. I slide my hands up Todd's shirt, trying to pull it off just to feel that silken flesh against mine. I always thought that I wouldn't be a pleasant sex partner, considering the only other person I'd been with I killed. But by the middle of the night when we began I had Todd screaming my name. I still get a lump in my throat thinking of that thin, young, boyish voice raised in such passion. Gentle hands, similar to an arachnid go straight for my belt buckle and I can feel him grin despite the array of kisses I'm placing on his lips....
....Much later in the wee hours of morning, after a night of steamy passionate groping and whatnot between our two heroes....
I left Todd hugging a pillow after telling him where I was going-to get a Brain Freezie. He said something about 'iced ham' before I left, so I figure that's what he wants. The hallway's barely lit, with moths buzzing around the spare lighting. I'm standing on a balcony just observing the parking lot. More light, more moths.
Somehow cigarette smoke is visible wafting from a white shaft and creeping up a streetlight. Oh yeah....it's not as far away as I thought. My mind's still kind of blown from last night. Oh Todd....
Under the streetlight a girl stands, smoking her cigarette. My god how I hate smokers. This one's got frizzy red hair, cadaverous features and extremely pale skin. She starts hacking her brains out for a bleak moment but then still takes a healthy suck off the filter of the cigarette. But it's nothing to me-it would be impolite to kill her with Todd so near and no vital lessen to teach. He must have had a D.A.R.E. class or something at that hellhole. So I begin the tremendous march down the stairs, the clacking my boots on the metal must be awaking the entire cemetery down the road.
Abruptly the smoker turns, staring at me. Perhaps she's one of those undercover cops, who probably thinks I raped Todd. Fuck. I turn sharply around the building not really knowing what else to do. She follows, coughing and sputtering as I lead her around the building. "Wait! It's not what you think, I just need to talk with you!" she cries, bracing herself against the side of the motel.
I pause, predatorily sizing her up. She would go down quickly; her skinny frame impaled by only the smaller daggers I keep in my boots. I'm halfway further parallel the building, watching her as she bridges our gap. She looks both friendly and devilish with her illuminated red hair.
"What do you want?" I ask. Something....something is eerily familiar about her. I, Johnny C, killer of countless numbers am getting chills from her. Those etched features....small hooked nose....mighty fuck she even has his acne and height. Meaning she stands a few inches over me. Something in me quails and I think I visibly cringe as she comes nearer.
"I'm Patricia," she said softly, speaking to my lips so I taste her breath. Burrito. She traces all the sharp crannies of my face, curling longer bits of my hair around her tapered fingers. I feel no attraction to her advances. I'm completely repulsed. Either this bitch wants to be just like me or wants revenge. I'm guessing revenge. "You did it didn't you?" she murmured as if about to take me in her arms.
"Don't," I say solidly, giving her a hard shove away. She trips over herself and lays splayed before me on the pavement. From my boot I extract a knife that when sheathed blends in as just another silver adornment on the boot. I have about six of those. "You're going down just like him you scum. Eat steel." I rush her, misjudging my own strength as I did with Devi thinking I'll be able to keep her down any amount of time. I manage one good stab to her shoulder before she rolls me over, licking my face and telling me exactly how she's going to kill me and fuck my body afterwards.
"God damn it no," I growl, shoving the knife through her gaping mouth out the back of her head. I try to pull myself out from under her as she takes out a gun. The first blast shatters my hearing for a moment and I'm numb except for her laughing, despite the knife. I realize with tears of hot pain that it's got me in the stomach. "OH SHIT!" I screech over the pain. I'm sitting here digesting my own goddamn internal organs and bleeding to death. "God damn it you fucking whore to your brother!" I scream yanking two more knives from my shoes and jamming them through her rip cage. This only reveals her smoke-rotted lungs. I'm filled with hot animal adrenaline with the strength to break her bones with my hands as I snap one of her ribs. Patricia slaps my hand away as if I'm unruly child. She's still laughing, now more freely with the knife out of her brain stem. Her hands lethargically go to catch the junks of lungs falling out and I can tell her senses are waning as that part of the brain shuts down.
But god I wish she would have taken me with her. That's all I'm thinking, sitting here with this horror in my arms. God Todd I'm sorry. I know I'm going to be dead in....an hour tops. I just hope you can take care of yourself-no I know that you can. Damn it I wanted to be there with you!
Author's Note: Bless you! Bless you all for your long wait! Now armed with Coke, aspirin and my Poe CD I am ready to write.
Chapter Five
Hello Darkness My Old Friend
This room is nothing but pitch. Like a dark room of darky doom. I don't know why I find that funny. I guess I could find anything funny at this point with this little creature in my arms; the scent of his hair teasing my bony jointed nose. I'm so near him right now that I can feel the slight prickle of his eyelashes on my cheek when he opens his eyes. I feel soft lips somewhere on my neck, a tongue tracing my pulse that I'm so glad to have right now. I slide my hands up Todd's shirt, trying to pull it off just to feel that silken flesh against mine. I always thought that I wouldn't be a pleasant sex partner, considering the only other person I'd been with I killed. But by the middle of the night when we began I had Todd screaming my name. I still get a lump in my throat thinking of that thin, young, boyish voice raised in such passion. Gentle hands, similar to an arachnid go straight for my belt buckle and I can feel him grin despite the array of kisses I'm placing on his lips....
....Much later in the wee hours of morning, after a night of steamy passionate groping and whatnot between our two heroes....
I left Todd hugging a pillow after telling him where I was going-to get a Brain Freezie. He said something about 'iced ham' before I left, so I figure that's what he wants. The hallway's barely lit, with moths buzzing around the spare lighting. I'm standing on a balcony just observing the parking lot. More light, more moths.
Somehow cigarette smoke is visible wafting from a white shaft and creeping up a streetlight. Oh yeah....it's not as far away as I thought. My mind's still kind of blown from last night. Oh Todd....
Under the streetlight a girl stands, smoking her cigarette. My god how I hate smokers. This one's got frizzy red hair, cadaverous features and extremely pale skin. She starts hacking her brains out for a bleak moment but then still takes a healthy suck off the filter of the cigarette. But it's nothing to me-it would be impolite to kill her with Todd so near and no vital lessen to teach. He must have had a D.A.R.E. class or something at that hellhole. So I begin the tremendous march down the stairs, the clacking my boots on the metal must be awaking the entire cemetery down the road.
Abruptly the smoker turns, staring at me. Perhaps she's one of those undercover cops, who probably thinks I raped Todd. Fuck. I turn sharply around the building not really knowing what else to do. She follows, coughing and sputtering as I lead her around the building. "Wait! It's not what you think, I just need to talk with you!" she cries, bracing herself against the side of the motel.
I pause, predatorily sizing her up. She would go down quickly; her skinny frame impaled by only the smaller daggers I keep in my boots. I'm halfway further parallel the building, watching her as she bridges our gap. She looks both friendly and devilish with her illuminated red hair.
"What do you want?" I ask. Something....something is eerily familiar about her. I, Johnny C, killer of countless numbers am getting chills from her. Those etched features....small hooked nose....mighty fuck she even has his acne and height. Meaning she stands a few inches over me. Something in me quails and I think I visibly cringe as she comes nearer.
"I'm Patricia," she said softly, speaking to my lips so I taste her breath. Burrito. She traces all the sharp crannies of my face, curling longer bits of my hair around her tapered fingers. I feel no attraction to her advances. I'm completely repulsed. Either this bitch wants to be just like me or wants revenge. I'm guessing revenge. "You did it didn't you?" she murmured as if about to take me in her arms.
"Don't," I say solidly, giving her a hard shove away. She trips over herself and lays splayed before me on the pavement. From my boot I extract a knife that when sheathed blends in as just another silver adornment on the boot. I have about six of those. "You're going down just like him you scum. Eat steel." I rush her, misjudging my own strength as I did with Devi thinking I'll be able to keep her down any amount of time. I manage one good stab to her shoulder before she rolls me over, licking my face and telling me exactly how she's going to kill me and fuck my body afterwards.
"God damn it no," I growl, shoving the knife through her gaping mouth out the back of her head. I try to pull myself out from under her as she takes out a gun. The first blast shatters my hearing for a moment and I'm numb except for her laughing, despite the knife. I realize with tears of hot pain that it's got me in the stomach. "OH SHIT!" I screech over the pain. I'm sitting here digesting my own goddamn internal organs and bleeding to death. "God damn it you fucking whore to your brother!" I scream yanking two more knives from my shoes and jamming them through her rip cage. This only reveals her smoke-rotted lungs. I'm filled with hot animal adrenaline with the strength to break her bones with my hands as I snap one of her ribs. Patricia slaps my hand away as if I'm unruly child. She's still laughing, now more freely with the knife out of her brain stem. Her hands lethargically go to catch the junks of lungs falling out and I can tell her senses are waning as that part of the brain shuts down.
But god I wish she would have taken me with her. That's all I'm thinking, sitting here with this horror in my arms. God Todd I'm sorry. I know I'm going to be dead in....an hour tops. I just hope you can take care of yourself-no I know that you can. Damn it I wanted to be there with you!