Chapter 8.5 a glimpse of what's to be
Just because I'm particularly evil and because there's other characters to introduce we will change perspectives. In fact we won't just be changing perspectives but worlds as well. A parallel world of the 2ps, as you will find out they are like the countries' evil twins that have a mind of their own and their own personality but the rest you need to figure out for yourself for there's much to tell and such little time left to tell it;)
There was a world and in this world there were legit rabid wild flowers and poisonous air and giant creatures that would kill you without so much looking at you. In the middle of this world there is a volcano that spurts green goo. No one knows what this green goo does because no one is stupid enough to test it, the beasts stay clear of it and if you throw a stick in it there are no flames or dissolving it's just instantaneously gone. In this volcano is a cave and in this cave 4 regular as you will find here looking people had made their home. Now they used to live in our world and none of them knew how they came to arrive here only they woke up one day and were here. After that the rest was history and after being here for a month their tempers were all high and they were all quite sick of the place. Their names are Kirkland, Jones, Bonnefoy, and Matt and this is a quick look into their lives for all of them will play quite a role later in the story.
He woke first he was always the one to cook and clean but he didn't mind he felt superior when he ordered them to clean themselves up and come eat. Besides he absolutely loved to cook although, he preferred it when he had more…tasty ingredients. But he would make do and with his small pocket knife he sliced open what Matt had named the MOTHER FUCKING DEER and watching it ooze blood and squirm around the table he smiled broadly and then went to work ripping out its intestines. After awhile the animal ceased it's thrashing and wonderful little noises which made the job less fun but he still found joy in dissecting it into pieces and sneaking some chunks of raw meat, so that when Bonnefoy came in and asked if breakfast was ready he turned around blood dripping from his mouth staining his chin red and replied in a sing-song tone. "Not yet~!" he then returned to his work while a disgruntled Bonnefoy returned to their section of the cave where they slept and kicked Jones who snored in response and rolled over plunging his face into his grass woven pillow (courtesy's of Kirkland)
Bonnefoy sighed he hated the lot of them in fact he hated people in general, unless Kirkland made a good people stew in which case he made an exception and would even go so far as to say he loved people. But all he really wanted in life was a few people to kill and then to end the day drowning in booze and beer watching the news report his earlier crimes and smiling knowing they'd never put him behind bars.
"What are you doing up?" came a disgruntled voice making Bonnefoy turn around in annoyance.
"None of your business boy!" he retorted flipping back his blond messy greasy hair and lighting a cigarette swearing loudly when he realized this was the last one in his case.
"DAMMIT THE LAST ONE I HATE THIS FUCKING PLACE!" he swore chucking the large once full box straight at the person the voice belonged to. However matt caught it quite skillfully although not at all appreciating the gesture and just because he was pissed lobbied it straight at his snoring brother. Not being awake the hard metal case hit the brown hair and bounced of Jones's skull with a clang. The reaction was instantaneous he leaped to his feet.
"MATT I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" and storming at the young man called matt who leaned coolly against the wall of the cave looking over his sunglasses his dark purple eyes regarding his brother storming towards him coolly.
"oh and Bonnefoy if you're wondering why all your cigarettes are gone I saw Jones here smoke a few," Matt said sounding board as he pulled back his long blond hair into a very manly thank you very much pony tail and watched amused as the French man intercepted his brother and the two of them began punching each other. Usually one to join in Matt had felt in low spirits since getting here having a suspicion how they ended up here and for the time being deciding to keep it himself. Instead he let his brother and his sort of father sort of no way in heck not his father beat the crap out of each other and feeling quite smug seeing as he had been the one who stole the cigarettes from Bonnefoy case in the first place entered the kitchen. He saw his Kirkland cooking or should he saw eating having been preoccupied by the raw meat. Matt and smiled thinking he had done all right raising the kid. Only a mere street kid when Matt found him, Matt being the only one who saw Kirkland for what he was a 2p of the annoying British man, raised Kirkland with little help from the others and sent him to become trained in the ways of the 2ps. It took some time and many ups and down, not to mention a lot of drugs…which they happened to almost be running out of but Kirkland had ended up becoming one of them.
"I see breakfast is coming along fine…" he said softly coming up besides the considerably shorter than him young man who looked at him his light blue and tinged pink eyes meeting Matt's dark purple ones.
"MATT~!" Kirkland then hugged him tightly suddenly like a little kid. Matt softened a bit although he would never let the other two see he liked the kid although now almost an adult he certainly wasn't a kid anymore but Matt still called him one. As if being cued Bonnefoy and Jones entered as Matt quickly shoved Kirkland off him. Knowing this was how it was he didn't seem to mind and began humming much to Jones's annoyance. Whether it has just because or if Jones somehow knew how Matt felt about Kirkland and was jealous, Jones even now, it being years since Kirkland first joined them, hated him. Bonnefoy having more tolerance for him even let Kirkland hug him and plant a kiss on his check before scowling and wiping it off.
"Everyone~ cleanup breakfast is ready! And no more fighting~," he sing-songed making Jones flinch as the British guy seemed to know everything and the Frenchman shrug as they all headed outside to wipe off their hands in the grass. While this seemed very counterproductive Kirkland insisted. They used to wash their hands, but that was when they lived in a regular city and when usually everyone went their separate ways and returned for meals with blood on their hands, having nothing but unappetizing monsters to kill they mostly stuck together which never ended well, and while they all were very independent Kirkland seemed to have taken charge which everyone but Jones was content to let happen. So they rubbed their hands on the grass to appease Kirkland and headed back inside to a rock table that was now covered in wooden plates of intestines and a watery soup like substance none of them knew how Kirkland made seeing as there was no water they knew of here, but that no one, even Jones, felt the need to question. They had just settled down and began digging in several dishes breaking as they fought for second best seeing as Kirkland claimed the best pieces already dangerously twirling knives in his hands the plate hovering in the air with his magic, an open challenge for anyone to try to grab some. Matt was just debating taking this challenge feeling restless after missing this morning's fight and wanting to pound someone big time, however he stopped as dark smoke-filled the cave and fighting became swears and outbursts of "WHAT THE HECK!?" until the smoke disappeared leaving a crisp envelope among the bloodied meat that Kirkland briskly picked up and opened everyone going quiet all eyes on him. He broke out in a bright smile showing them what it said.
"I don't know whose it from but we have our way out of here lads in about a month or so and all we have to do is play a little game~!"
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