Everyone's Not Dead. It'd Be Silly If Everyone Were Dead.

A Ragican Fanfic

By Winnebagels

Chapter 7 – Henry

*The warm glow of the blaze flickers across Henry's scarred face. Cold sweat mixes with the dried blood on his arm. The jagged blade in his hand shakes slightly as it presses against the soft flesh above Fluke's jugular vein.*

Rage – Le sup?

Fluke – Haven't even invited me to dinner and you're already on top of me. Men these days.

Henry – I'll ask you one more time before I start cutting. Where the fuck is my Peace?

Hollow – He's uh well he's uh about that…

Evanz – Look Hollow there's no use in lying to him. Henry, this is going to come as a shock to you, but Peace is gone.

Henry – What do you mean gone? Where is he?

Rage – He's dead Henry. D-E-D dead. Kaput. Gonzo. Like eggs in a freezer. He's never coming back. Ever. Jesus this one's a bit thick isn't he?

Hollow – Shut it Josh. It's ok Henry, everything's going to be a-ok. Now take a step back and put down the knife. We'll have a nice talk and some tea. You've got tea right Fluke?

Fluke – Nope. I had to burn it to make room for the pigeons.

Hollow – Why does no one have tea? This is England for Christ's sake.

Rage – What's Christ got to do with anything?

Hollow – Shut up Josh.

Evanz – Why do you have pigeons Fluke?

Fluke – Pigeons? Now there's an idea.

Henry – Shut up! Everybody just shut up and let me think! He has to be alive. He's Peace. He's my Peace. Nothing can kill my Peace.

Rage – Nothing can kill your Peace? You've never seen Aqua Buffalo before. One good gore and it's like he's not even a person anymore. I know, I know you're thinking that nothing could get through that Peace blubber, but you'd be wrong. You'd be so wrong that the very wrongness of that thought travelled through time and killed your favorite person in the whole world. So don't go pointing fingers at us Henry. You murderer.

Hollow – Seriously Josh you're not helping here.

Fluke – Ok mate, your hands are really starting to wander. Who raised you? Misogyny wolves in the forest of how-not-to-treat-a-lady?

Henry – How could you let this happen? Huh? You dickless taint fuckers! How? You had one job! One fucking job!

*Henry presses the knife deeper into Fluke's neck, causing it to bleed.*

Hollow – Put. The. Goddamned. Knife. Down. Henry.

Henry – No! I'm the one in control here! You fuckers listen to me! You fuckers obey me!

Hollow – This isn't how we do things Henry. You don't get to start killing just because you feel like it. You don't get to start killing at all.

Henry – You don't get to tell me what to do! You're not Peace! You'll never be Peace!

Hollow – You're right. I'm not Peace. I'm Batman.

*Hollow runs face first at Henry. Henry shouts at Hollow in angry German and pounds his own chest. A ceiling crossbeam catches flame and falls to the ground, hitting the pigeon coop in the kitchen. The coop bursts open and hundreds of pigeons swarm behind the newly freed back of Fluke. Fluke shout-screams "Away my pigeons! Away! Bring to me the horizon!" as he is tackled to the ground by a leaping Hollow. Pigeon after pigeon fly into Henry's open mouth, causing him to stumble slightly. Endless the Ocelot charges for the door, knocking Henry to the floor. Rage kicks Henry twice in the testicles, stubbing his toe. Evanz mouths the words "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" as he walks over Henry's body. Fluke and Hollow continue to roll down the stairs and out on to the moonlit street. Flashes of light shake and rattle the ground beneath them.*

Hollow – Shit where do we go from here?

Rage – Oh the great and powerful Hollow doesn't have a plan? Well this is new.

Evanz – Cool it Rage.

Rage – Alls I'm saying is that maybe Peace and that other guy…

Evanz – Fred

Rage – Yeah whatever…Maybe they'd still be here if a certain idiot didn't decide to bitch it up in the ventilation shaft. And then maybe we wouldn't have a maniac threatening to kill Will in his own home.

Fluke – Pigeons!

Hollow – No Josh you shut the fuck up. You're the one who suggested it. Not me.

Rage – No I think I'd remember something like that.

Hollow – You're such a fucking prick Josh.

Rage – Maybe but name one time in the last second that I got somebody in our group killed. Huh? Betcha can't bitch. You've got no plan and no hope of getting us out of here alive.

*Hollow punches Rage square in the jaw.*

Hollow – How's that for a plan?

*Rage throws himself at Hollow's stomach. Rage and Hollow writhe about on the ground slapping each other furiously.*

*Evanz fires a gun into the air, then tosses it in a gutter, never to be used again.*

Evanz – Cut it out. Both of you. This isn't helping anyone. We need to find a way out of London. It's not safe anymore.

*Rage and Hollow look up from their dog pile of blood and sweat. Rage has two fistfuls of Hollow's hair. Hollow is clawing his way across Rage's leg.*

Rage – You're not safe anymore.

Hollow – This doesn't concern you Evanz. Me and Manbaby are settling this once and for all.

Evanz – It can wait. This can't.

Rage – Who died and elected you queen?

Evanz – Stream chat. Now help me or we all die.

*Henry stands outside Fluke's apartment building, lightly singed and coughing up feathers.*

Henry – MINE! ALL OF YOUR BLOOD IS MINE!

*Hollow elbows Rage in the balls.*

Evanz – Go go go!

*Evanz, Rage and Hollow run as fast as they can down the streets of London. Fluke rides gallantly alongside them on top of Endless. Rage reaches out to stroke Endless and Fluke bats his hand away with a cardboard sword. Henry sprints after them on all fours.*

Evanz – Quick in here!

*Evanz, Rage, Hollow, Fluke and Endless dart inside an overturned double decker bus on the left side of a four-way intersection. Henry crawls about outside, sniffing the air. Henry's knife scrapes itself across the ground. Hollow remarks at how fucking beautiful that fucking sound is. Evanz stares blankly at Henry through a cracked window. Fluke gently pets Endless as they take turns huffing hydrogen peroxide out of a brown paper bag. Rage stops his whimpering to grab at the bag and demand a go. Henry lurches steadily towards the double decker. Evanz prays silently to Kent. Henry reaches for the bus door. Hollow grips a glass fragment tightly in his right hand. Rage's eyes gloss over, he is finally happy. A pigeon squawks from atop a lamp post. Henry pivots and chases after it and into the night.*