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Tale No.3 – The Mark of Madman… or Woman
It was a late summer afternoon and Kai, Brennan and Tala were basking in the sun, enjoying their rare time of freedom. Surrounded by the howls of crying children and scampers of parents trying to tame them Brennan had had enough.
"Okay that's it! We get maybe a few days a month of free time and we're sitting here in some damn godforsaken park sweltering, bored, and going completely insane. I have to do something before my brain turns to mush!"
Wearily, Tala opened one frosty eye. Then, as if Bren were a mirage, his thin scarlet eyebrow raised high above his eye at this weirdosity, and said eye then immediately shut once more.
"HEY! KAI! Tell me you're not bored!" Bren yelled in frustration.
"I'm not bored…" came his smart response.
"GAAAAAAHHHH!"
Unable to contain his resentment for the situation he was in; Mr. Kuznetsov abruptly stood and proceeded to stomp off towards some unknown destination.
"We should really go after him you know," offered Tala, eyes remaining solidly shut.
"We should…, you first."
"Oh hell no! I am not dealing with a pissy Brennan during THAT time of the month!"
"What?"
With a yelp Tala jumped to the little voice next to his ear. He turned around and the last person he expected to be behind was indeed there. In the spot that Tala was focusing on stood Brennan: more peeved than ever before. Now this time, he resembled a sinking hot air balloon with noticeable holes, which let the steam out most significantly. You could even hear the quiet shhh shhh of the hot steam bursting out.
Unfortunately for Tala, he was about to get scorned…
"OH SO I'M A WOMAN NOW AM I?!" Heads have now turned….
"OKAY! IF YOUR SUCH MEN, WHY DON'T YOU SHOW ME HOW MACHO YOU ARE!!"
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…," muttered a sly blunette.
On this 'spirited' declaration, Brennan hoisted the two flummoxed boys off the floor and began to drag them to a very foreboding looking shop. Foreboding, as it contained Kai and Tala's tortuous DOOM!
It was hell. No literally, Kai and Tala were in hell. And the devil was currently standing there with a vice grip on each of their forearms sporting a very eerie looking grin.
His second-in-command was the 'friendly' tattooist, Barney.
Gulp.
For what felt like hours which were in fact only seconds, only the anxious sounds could be heard of a shivering wolf and a now very very cold and freaked out phoenix.
"Now… Brennan, let us think about this is a gentlemanly manner…" If Hiwatari had tried to attempt anything at all to get out of the mess they were in… it was duly noted, filed, stored, and left to grow cobwebs.
Likewise, Tala tried to fish this file out again…
"Bren, you are the manliest male I have ever met… I …,"
"No apologies my friends. For I have accepted that I am the 'woman' in the group!"
'Oh no…he's really mad' was all that passed through the culprits' minds…
"And to mark your manliness I offer to pay for you my friends, to literally mark your manliness! With tattoos!"
Aside to his second-in-command Brennan whispered threateningly, "Make it painful and you shall be rewarded…"
Oh this did not go unnoticed by the two boys. If an onlooker were to peep through the grubby window of the tattoo place, they would undoubtedly see a strange madman wearing a beanie hat with his arms wrapped around two very frightened looking boys flailing insanely hard in order to continue their much-failed escape. Oh yes. Brennan Innokenti Kuznetsov was inhumanly strong when pissed off and anything but 'Innokenti'.
When Kai Hiwatari finally calmed down he had a bubble of thought. Now wait a minute…they'd been through MUCH worse than before, and a tattoo sounded pretty cool, so surely, suuurely it wouldn't be so bad. After all, Brennan had implied they could get whatever they wanted…
"Hey Tala?"
"WHAT?!"
"You know, we've been through worse than this…"
"Huh?!"
"You knoooow. At the abbey. So this should be a piece of cake right?"
"Ooooooh…"
"And tattoos would look pretty cool yeah? So we should play along and just ride this out…" whispered Kai.
And so they set their plan.
Little did they realise, that Brennan had already a plan of his own, and a thorough plan it was. It wasn't the pain he had prepared for them, no. It was something much, much worse.
"So… what tattoo should I get Kai? I thought this one looked pretty good. You know, the wolf one? But I thought it was a bit too cliché." Tala noticed a lack of response and slowly turned his head, coming nose to cheek with Kai, whom was peering over his shoulder looking at his choice.
"Ack!"
"Hmm yeah it is cliché… you knoooow… you should get a loveheart."
"Whu?!"
"Yeaaah, a loveheart with words on it… on your butt." Tala's eyes went from golf balls to saucers.
"… and you should have the words say 'property of Kai Hiwatari' mmm hmm."
With a gasp and a big slap on the laughing Kai's head he huffed "NOW WHO'S CLICHÉ?" By now he was comparable to a giant tomato.
"Oh?! So you would get it eh?" This speculation was accented with Kai's wagging eyebrows.
"NO I WOULDN'T!!"
In the midst of this happy banter and beyond the shadows behind the tattoo till counter Brennan Kuznetsov could be found grinning like the madman he was renowned for. "Sooon boys sooooon, we'll see who the women are here. Tee hee hee."
Not long later the boys were ready to take on anything that came their way. However, nothing, and I mean nothing could have prepared them for what they were about to experience next.
Firstly, understandingly so, the boys had to go in individually. Tala was first, and he strolled in led by Barney, through a brown wooden door. In fact, he was quite excited.
He walked in happily as a blast of warm relaxing air washed over him and he opened his eyes to see- DOOM!
The walls were dirty, covered in green and brown, things that could be matched to the colours Tala didn't even want think about. His blue eyes wandered around the stark room and the smell took him aback. A cacophony of sweat, body odour and excrement filled his nostrils stinging them and suffocating him, distorting his ability to breathe.
Smack bang in the middle of the bare room stood one chair. It was a reclining chair, wooden with creaky levers that resembled an old 19th century dentist chair. And thus Tala was reminded of 'the chair'. Shivers involuntarily shot like sparks up his spine and he looked away to the side of the room.
What he saw disturbed him moreso than anything else in that room.
Brennan. Brennan, with a tattoo gun. Brennan with a tattoo gun and a great big smile. Closed, and no teeth, and more insane than he'd ever looked before.
Standing between him and Bren Barney suddenly stepped forward and guided Tala towards the chair. As he was still in deep shock, only when he was seated and being strapped in did he realise the chair had leather straps. Why? He did not know… and before he could question any further, a face peered at him. A face that would haunt him for at least a few months. Brennan's face.
"Don't worry Tala. This won't hurt a bit."
And like a drill the thing, in which he was sure was NOT for tattoos, came edging towards him, as was the face that scared him more.
From outside the room, the lack of sound that reached Kai's ears assured him that Tala was fine. Absolutely fine.
Suddenly the door was thrown open. And something much like a wild fiery beast fought for his life to escape the room.
It shot out of the building like a cat with its tail on fire.
And Kai could only guess, with a face as white as a ghost, that that was his proud friend, Tala Valkov.
Behind him Barney came. Gentle smile on his face and comforting hand to lead him in. 'What a chicken…' Kai thought.
He marched confidently into the room.
He looked.
He froze.
He paled even more.
"Come come little Kai, don't worry, Bren will take good care of you today."
Before Kai even glanced at the chair that resembled death, he was gone. In place of him was the dust that whipped off him as he sped away. And all that could be heard was –
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Ahhh, yes, revenge is sweet."
Shaking hands with Barney, whose real name was Leroy Stokes and was a very respectable man whom had met Bren before, Bren left the tattoo shop in a much happier mood than he'd ever been. Yes, Bren believed this free day was spent rather well, rather well, indeed.