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Evening Powder
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Do you remeber, Delilah? Do you remember, the day you learned fear?
You crush your cigarette out on the pavement in the alley. Fucking fuck. What a shitty week it has been... Your job went south, you almost got arrested, and again, your fucking brother is causing a real pain in the side. If your parents did go out, none of this would have even happened. You remember the words you said to him, they still ring in your head. After you all made it out of that rich ass neighborhood, you blamed everything on him.
"Fucking useless ass criple, I can't wait for the day your own body gives out on you and you are six feet under!"
The look on his face. It was almost a look of betrayal. Fucking hell, what is this? Since when have you felt sympathy for anyone?
"What's wrong D?" Susan asks from her perch on an old dumpster.
"Just thinking about my dumbass brother." You say.
"The cripple will be fine, everyone looks after cripples." Jake says lighting up a new cig. You bum another off of him and light up.
"He's only been gone a few days. Whats the worst that could happen." Jake says, trying to be reassuring.
You roll your eyes.
"Still, I knew he was stupid, I never thought he'd be retarded enough to run away." Damnit, you hate these kinds of shitty moods. You need something to take your mind off things. As if in answer Allen suddenly looks up, someone coming down the alley towards you guys. You can't quite make him out, but he's got a hood up and he's not looking at any of you.
Perfect. You feel an easy smile on your face, here's that chance. As if rehearsed, everyone stand's and begins walking toward this new stranger.
"Get lost, pal?" You call out.
No reply.
"You deaf or something?" You say again.
The figure looks up and you feel your heart skip a beat.
This guy, he almost looks like...
But that's impossible, he can't walk, his hair is too long, and what is up with those eyes?
The guy smiles, and it's a look you don't like. You've seen that look all too often, that's the look of someone who means violence. He reaches into his shirt then, everyone stops, expecting a gun or a knife, but instead, it's a mask? Your whole crew suddenly laughs at this guy, except you.
The mask looks like a cross between a kind of bug, tiki, and skull. But there's something really wrong about it, you can't tell, but something almost inherently wrong about it.
Your crew stops laughing, and is now only giggling at this idiot.
"Look dude, I don't know who you are, but unless you want to get the shit kicked out of you, you'll give us your wallet." Jake says.
The guy doesn't reply, only smiles. Now you know something is wrong. Most people crap their pants at that, this guy though... Your crew stops laughing and now they look annoyed.
"Uh, hey? I said give us your cash!" Jake says advancing on him.
It happens too quick to see, but suddenly Jake is hurled back, there's a brief scream, then you feel Jake's weight crash into all of you, and you're all knocked over. You manage to get up and now you are royally pissed! You don't know what just happened but no one disrespects your crew like that! Flicking open a switch blade you jet forward stabbing, but he's not there. He to the left. He suddenly grabs you and twists your arm, hard with one hand. You howl in pain and drop the knife, reflexively. And now you suddenly get a good look at his face. Dawning horror spreads through you, as you see the twisted face of your brother.
"First lesson, force equals power."
The thing that looks like your brother puts on the mask, which now seems even worse and then-
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The ringing in your ears is loud. Your vision is first black, then blurry, then starting to clear. Everything is red. You suddenly become aware a of pungent smell of meat and iron. The ringing in your ear begins to clear, and you can hear-
You suddenly look up in time to see Susan being torn apart by thorny branches coming out of the pavement. Her screams cut suddenly short as her head is ripped from her body, her face a rictus of fear and pain. The masked man who stood and watched your friend be killed suddenly turns to you, and walks over to you. You feel like you are going to vomit. Hot tears begin to roll down your face but you are too horrified to realize it, too scared to even scream. You see the mutilated bodies of your crew, your friends. All of them ripped apart, their head a mask of pain, confusion, fear, hate.
The figure that looks like your brother slowly walks over to you, you try and crawl back but your head is killing you. He kneels down and looks at you. You can't see his face, but his eyes tell you he is smiling.
"Second rule, Intimidation and fear is everything..."
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