Cool and calm, he remained, so much that sweltering desert temps wouldn't affect him.
Only last piece of evidence to gather.
That was Drew rubbing off on him, he thought, smirking and rolling his eyes, sarcastically amused.
'I wish...' Wade brushed his husband's hair. 'Kane would stop hogging the time with the babies and let us keep them.'
Unhinged flashed in the eyes. 'They WERE born?!'
Heave, toss and tackle, all fight, no flight.
Held the struggling smaller body down, glaring. 'I KNEW something wasn't right! Who ARE you and what have you done with my husband?'
'I'm sure you know me well.' Derrick smiled smug in his new stolen body. 'And your husband is right here with you.'
'you're too psycho to love. Nobody cares about you, you're possibly worse than that bimbo with the massive nostrils and lousy acting ability.'
Derrick didn't struggle, he merely grinned, the grin of one in a padded room, rocking slowly, bloody lip.
'I can MAKE you love me.'
'That'll never occur.'
'If I can take over his body, I can easily end his life.'
'You dare lay a finger on him, I'll-'
'Much too late for that. Besides, his loving ref is taking care of him, physically and otherwise.'
Words to clench around the heart muscle, slow the circulation.
Eyes watered, two sets.
'You'll take me to him, and get back in your own body.'
'And if I don't?' Derrick sought a kiss and was smacked aside.
'Then I'll kill you.'
'Dying in your arms would be Heaven, my dearest Husband.'
. .' Wade snarled and jostled Bateman to no avail No good came from speaking with a lunatic.
'There's nothing you can do or say to force me, I won't.'
'Fine.' Up and to the mirror, fist flying out to smash, grasped a shattered chunk, raised it to chest level. 'I'll kill MYSELF instead of you.'
'NOOOOOOO!' Derrick was up in a flash, flailing, screeching. 'Don't! Please!'
'Then do as I say.'
'Oh-KAY.' Derrick huffed and scowled.
'And no tricks.'
'Not one.' Bateman beamed.
Fingers crossed behind his back.
Brock had left hours ago, at the call and promise of Heyman's business deal,ridding his life of Punk, paying thousands to have the nasty deed done right.
And the over excited touchy feely stalker Ref Armstrong had fell into sticky hot dreams, sperm crust dried on his lips.
One tied and bound, but not as helpless as before Ginger twit smiled at the sound and sight of his new little buddies.
Low places or high or in between, he had friends all over the world.
The music notes spun around his bruised body and scalp, chirring and chittering.
'Hey, y'all.' Heath spit up blood, small bubble, smiled more.
The notes glowed, silver turning golden.
'glad you guys-'
A dozen notes turned pale blue green and made chiming sounds.
'And women.' he corrected.
The notes chimed more, turned bright yellow.
'Came to rescue me.'
The notes whirled in a oval, dark green.
'But I'm going to fight right along side y'all, even if it kills me.'
The notes spun, pink and orange.
'But if I live through it, I'm getting my body back next.'
The notes chimed, purple and white.
They charged.
With their Human friend joining in the battle.
