'We can't leave this mess here.' Drew noted, giving a hard kick to the headless body. Snitsky had always been a bitch to him, insulting, hateful, bitter and cruel with envy. 'We'll have to destroy all evidence of this body.'
'Yeah.' Justin nodded. 'Awhile yet before the show starts but you can never underestimate a hounding fan sneaking in. Even though the fence around and all this jumk piled up gives us SOME privacy we still don't have much time.'
Wade hadn't spoke. He was numb, his children's tiny bodies in his shirt pocket and his beloved against him, damp spots on his shirt at ribcage level and barely breathing.
With this loss, the parents had died as well, in shock, still living.
The worst pain of all, more than any injury, was heartache.
'Maybe we could burn him?' Drew suggested.
'Full body disposal...hmmm, not sure. The bones have to go too.'
Drew glanced at his boyfriend with one particular look.
'Oh NO! I refuse to speak to HIM.' Justin threw his hands up in protest.
'He's possibly expert at what we need done.'
'No.'
'At least ASK! It's growing late!'
'Oh-KAY! I give in! But don't expect much from it.' Justin scolded, frowned and ran back indoors light on his feet, like flying.
the fifth knock received a reaction.
Dean squinted as he looked out, glowered and began closing the locker room door.
'YOU again?' he sighed.
'Yeah me.' Justin stared daggers back. 'And I've said from the first I have NO interest in your boyfriend so-'
'It's HIS interest in you that concerns me.'
'There's a dead body outside and we need to get rid of it, completely, not a trace left, teeth, hair, nothing. Interested?'
'Oh. Oh! Yeah! I'll be there in a second.'
'Great. We're out in the truck unloading lot.' Justin said and ran back to the location.
Dean grabbed his bag, NOT full of clothing but other items of necessity.
he decided to invite S along.
Their version of kids in a toy store.
'Definitely burn the body.' Dean stared at the corpse, bag in hand.
'Chop it up first.' Solomon agreed, also gawking.
'Bits in bags.' Dean grinned.
'And call them rabid-' Solomon laughed.
'Weasels!' They bellowed together.
heath was unmoved. He knew exacty which film they were speaking of but he had stopped caring.
Stopped living.
'Actually my friends can clean this mess quick.' S said and whistled and emerging from out of hidden spaces and dark corners, alleys and rooftops came mutiple cats, dogs and rats, along with birds and insects, a wildlife variety.
They began feasting on the remains.
'Cool. You can control animals.' Justin said, hopping on his heels.
'Not control, but speak their language. We get along okay, understand each other.'
Drew, Dean, S, Justin, wade and Heath all watched the consumption.
Two men laughing, two in awe and two i severe pain, unbearable, dying slowly from their loss.
