Chapter Six
Lick Away Your Bondage
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And on with the monstrosity that got you all diseased...
The thin red line was painted white...
Everything still existed as it stood, it just felt like it's morphed in a twisted horrific...thing. Blah, I cannot talk, or think without sounding like a toddler. Does this new found perception I've achieved tap into my brain? To enjoy this blissfulness, it uses up my brain until I have the I.Q. of a nematode? No, I need my few intelligent thoughts, how can I enjoy happiness without it? Sure, people like Cartman can be dumb as nails and still be happy but not me!
There must be a loophole...
I scramble around my house, trying to find anything. I start screaming for any of the little guys that float in my head. I see Clyde flipping through the T.V., watching Judge Judy. I run to the little imp, who is so transfixed to the screen. "Please, Clyde, I need your help!" I pleaded with the furball. He rolls his yellow tinted eyes and looks at me. "Go to the goth porn pixie for help..." he growled, "You like her anyway..." My eye begins to twitch, NOW he wants to be difficult! "No! I mean, no, I don't like her more than you!" I thought up. He looked a bit interested.
"So, what's up bub?" he asks, turning off the television. "Something happened, as if I heard a snap and everything became blurry. It seems reality and imagination merged inside my head. I don't know how to keep it without my brain being shriveled into a raison!" I explained. He nodded and looked like he was in deep thought, or thought there was a bug on his brow. "Do you remember what I've said to you about the man?" he asks me. I nodded in agreement. "Remember how he solved his problem?" he continued. I again nodded in agreement.
"So...I kill?" I breathed. He gives a toothy grin, "Oh, never a random kill, just a 'required' kill..." he hissed. "You mean my parents..." "Well why not? I mean come on they hurt you enough already! I mean besides the burning, the beating, and the raping, they've pretty much used you like a piece of tissue." he laughs at his own stupid joke. I redden at the thought. "But really, you have to do this...not for me but for your happiness..." he concluded. It seems so...right. Am I willing to go the extra distance, to take the next step in my happiness evermore?
Will I lick away my bondage and be free?
I find myself in the kitchen gazing upon the knives. They look so dull today, maybe I should sharpen them up a bit. No, the duller it is the more pain it will inflict. I bite down my lower lip. 'No, I want to sharpen for kitchen use, no carving parents, only chicken...' I repeated in my brain. No, no NO! You want to Rip and Teartear into the Fleshthe flesh, which Covers the impure Soul. My brain thumps against my skull; I grab my head and skake. "No...just chicken, no people, just chicken..." I breathed. I can hear someone clear his or her throat. I turn to see my- mother.
Her eye was rimmed with a dark blue haze. Her arms are covered with bruises and cuts and she's limping. She gives me a look of disgust. "Why are ya yellin' like that?" she asked. I was about to respond but I fall silent. "I didn't know what to make for dinner..." I muttered. She snorted at my answer and left the room. "Damn pest..." she muttered. 'Fuck you bitch...' I mused.
Again, I'm still in the predicament I was in before she interrupted my argument. Suddenly a more feminine voice pops in. It's useless to kill others when others will replace them tenfold...I look at the reflection coming from my window. I see a kid without much hope or cause. A kid in which has no future or destiny other than to rot in the dank streets of South Park. Lukewarm ambitions mixed with damned predicaments equals a fucked up me...do I want to continue rotting alive or would I rather rot in the Earth? Think about it, people multiply like rabbitsFucking vermin. The Soul you posses isn't Made to be lived here but Beyond this RockAway from it All.
I don't want to be like that, nor do I want my parents to live either. If I go, I want them to go out with me. I don't know when or how we'll go but I'm not leaving without revenge. I want both shreds of this happiness because I have just tasted this bliss and it's too sweet to give it willingly. Like it or not by the little fuckers in my head, I will satisfy my pleasures, not their own. God, that was perverted beyond belief. Speaking of which, I think I have a condom in my pocket. Huh...how about that...
Later at Night
I decided to make do with my sources and I go back to the bar. I walk in, everyone stares. I scratch the back of my head and took a seat at an empty booth. The red head, Reighlie, looks over at me and smirks. "Why is everyone staring?" I asked softly. She points toward the pool table, more specifically the dent in the wall where I almost pegged it into Eric's big fat head. Actually, the ball is still stuck in the wall. "Oh..." I said with a grin. She whacked me with the menu before handing it to me.
I stayed there for hours, just watching the scenes unfold. I gaze upon the drunks; their stories are interesting to hear. Some are about lost profit, some family issues, a lot are relationships. All and all, I like to see them just come in and drink away their problems for at least tonight. I guess I like watching them because I know I'm going to be one of them, someday.
"Why are you still here?" I hear behind me. Reighlie walks up to me and cocks an eyebrow. "Hey I have every right as a white trash hick to be at a bar." I exclaimed. "Nah, you're better than a hick..." she says while taking an opposite seat of the booth. She plays with her ring and looks at me. "So...I guess everyone knows about the ball, huh?" She gives me a look, "Yeaaaah...". I stare at the round ball that could have impaled Cartman's eye. Maybe I should apologize...heh...that would be too too rich for even Cartman's taste. I would be eaten alive by the pregnant son-of-a-bitch.
This girl walks up to our table and gives me a look, a look I didn't like, mind you. It was a 'I-let-you-fuck-me-and-you-now-hang-out-with-this-bitch' look. Reighlie just rolls her eyes and cracks her fingers together. I stare in the grains of the table, not wanting to make contact with those eyes. They remind me too much of Kyle, they're too...pure...
I can hear her shuffling in her seat, probably getting uncomfortable with the awkward silence that settled after the girl left. "Kenny, she wasn't the only one who gives that look to you, huh?" she asks. I look up at her, I have no idea what's she's talking about! "Wha- What are you talking about?" I stuttered. "The look where a chick gives another chick to say 'I slept with him, he's mine' look. I've been getting this look from a lot of girls..." she rums her fingers against the table. "Did you...think we had something?"
Fuck...
"N-No! Nu-Nothing would ever be between us! Whu-why would you say such a ridiculous accusation?" I stammered out my lie. She looks unconvinced but looks away. "You're not looking for a good time?" she asked in a cold voice. I just nodded, not wanting her upset. "Fine...I believe you..." she gets up and brushes off the dust from her long-ass skirt. "Kenny...be careful..." and on that note she went back to work...
I find myself outside of Kyle's house, just staring. I want to look through the concrete walls and peer upon the house. So, as stupid as I am, I slink toward the side of the house and climb upon a trash can to peer into the window. I can see Kyle and his brother on opposite sides while the mother and father on the other. I can see the lips of the father moving, they must be praying. It looks so inviting in there, even though Kyle's mom is a bitch and a half. I touch upon the windowpane, wishing I can go through the glass and join them all.
The trashcan begins to rock. I try to steady myself but I tumble into the snow. Unfortunately, my leg hit a broken bottle and everything from the trashcan made a lot of noise. I squint in pain, biting upon my lower lip. I grab my leg instinctively, to see the blood shed. A tear streams down my cheek, the salty tear against my frail skin. I can hear the door open. I hope to god it wasn't Kyle's mom. Maybe they'll think I'm a stray cat...an ugly stray cat that's been abused. A glint of green shines as Kyle walks towards me. I shift into a fetal position, wishing I was gone and he didn't see me.
"Kenny?" is all I hear muffled behind my hoodie. I don't want to leave my pathetic position; my leg hurts too much to move anyways. I feel a hand grace across my back. I jump at the gentle touch but I wish he didn't touch me there. "Oh God..." I hear him speak as he again touches my back. I bite down on my lip; it hurts too much to let it be touched. Please, stop touching me...I know you want to help but please. He feels against my bone, and the bruises speckled against my skin. I know he cannot see but he knows. He grazes his finger across my gashes that are now scabbing over. Over the bumps and dents in my body, he found most of the physical things wrong.
"Kenny...why..." is all I hear come from his mouth. I refuse to look up at him. I refuse to see the person who wants to save me from something I didn't asked to be saved from. He places his hand on my leg but quickly takes it off. He found the new gash that compliments the rest. The blood on his pale snow-pigmented skin and upon the snow-white ground. It's all around, the scarlet liquid we're inclined to bleed. Isn't is ironic? The irony is just leaving me in stitches...
When you try to break your bondage, blood is the only key.
Lukeworm
The blood is lukewarm
Lukewarm against my lips
As I drink upon that accursed liquid
I'm inclined to taste again
The fowl venom of red
Wet across my snake tongue
Binds me to my victim
Of lost love that cannot be found
End of Chapter VI
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