Drabble Sixteen: Second Best

It's not like Fury. No, Ed's different than Fury. Different, but about the same size. He's so different, hardly a replacement. But he works for now. He comes by, demands, I give, he leaves. He's not like Fury. He just fills in right now.

My Cain is beautiful, he walks strong and talks small and loves animals. He loves animals, but not me. He brushes his hair back, he pushes his glasses up, he smiles in a way so shy and cute I can't control my grin. My Cain doesn't know about Ed, and Ed doesn't know about my Cain.

Ed is not like Fury. He's just about the same size. My Cain is not tainted, not like Ed. Not like me. No, my Cain is beautiful, clean, perfect. Ed is just second—if that---best.

It's not like Roy. Havoc's nothing like Roy. They're just about the same size though, so when he offered me a drink I accepted. He's different from Roy, very different. They have little, so little, in common. He's not like Roy. He just fills in for now.

My Roy is hansom, he's brave if annoying, and knows what he wants. He seems so real, so involved, he loves women, he loves women, but not me. He has perfect hair, strong eyes, a mocking smirk and an attitude to piss me off and make me want him. My Roy doesn't know about Havoc, at least I don't think he does, and Havoc doesn't know about my Roy.

Havoc is not like Roy. He's just around the same size. My Roy is not a smoker; he's not tainted, not like Havoc. Not like me. No, my Roy is perfect, fresh, wonderful. Havoc is just second--giving him bonus credit—best.

End Drabble Sixteen.