Re: Radical-6
Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2018 7:53 pm
Morgan hadn’t noticed the stun gun. Not until now. Not until KeKe folded her arms and he saw the tiny little thing sticking out from her clenched fist, and all of a sudden his heart was pounding and he really really wanted a little paper bag to breathe into. And that was just at the sight of a stun gun. If he didn’t pull himself together soon, he was gonna be nothing more than a gibbering wreck the moment anyone even said the word ‘gun’.
And that was fucking insanity! The fact there was potential for people to be running around with guns and swords and nuclear warheads and stinger missiles and shit! Was this all that hanging out with the cool kids had lead to in his life? Being turned into pile of ash in the middle of a church? He’d known all along that he shoulda just accepted his lot in life and been happy with his brother as his best friend, but this put the whole thing so sharply into focus that Morgan felt like he’d suffered from whiplash.
Fuck. It had been about three weeks since he’d had a proper conversation with Collin. And worst thing was, his brother wasn’t even gonna hate him, as he watched the program on his TV in his little darkened bedroom. Collin was the sorta guy who saw the good in everyone. Even his stupid, soon-to-be-dead brother.
This stunk. His life really was just a series of punchlines that he couldn’t stop himself from walking into.
And now, preoccupied with his own thoughts, Morgan had missed all but the last snippets of conversation. He could feel sweat beading on his forehead, and the distinct and unpleasant sensation of it rolling down his spine beneath his shirt. At the very least, neither Dakota nor KeKe looked like they were about to throw bows, but the tension was stifling. Morgan breathed out and cleared his throat.
“So we can all agree this is a real pile of bullshit we’ve landed ourselves in, yeah? And that none of us want any part in it? Cause like, being honest here, cards on the table, I’m not planning on killing nobody. Like… Like, heh, I don’t… wanna die, y’know? And putting a target on my head, killing people this early, that’s the easiest way to do it and… uh…”
Fuck, his train of thought had been shunted off to the siderails, and now he was floundering. He took another deep breath in, clenched his teeth, then breathed out again, trying to send his brain fog out with it.
“Look, we’ve all had beef at school, right? But never so much that it’d make me like… onea them. One of those ‘players’. I’ve never hated anyone so much to wanna kill them, you get me?”
Morgan raised his arm, trying to put his palm over his heart.
“Hand on heart, I swear, I don’t-“
“HULK SMASH!”
Morgan squawked in fright, throwing the foam hands down on the ground as he did so.
“Fucking Christ, alright, taking these things off! You guys get the gist!”
And that was fucking insanity! The fact there was potential for people to be running around with guns and swords and nuclear warheads and stinger missiles and shit! Was this all that hanging out with the cool kids had lead to in his life? Being turned into pile of ash in the middle of a church? He’d known all along that he shoulda just accepted his lot in life and been happy with his brother as his best friend, but this put the whole thing so sharply into focus that Morgan felt like he’d suffered from whiplash.
Fuck. It had been about three weeks since he’d had a proper conversation with Collin. And worst thing was, his brother wasn’t even gonna hate him, as he watched the program on his TV in his little darkened bedroom. Collin was the sorta guy who saw the good in everyone. Even his stupid, soon-to-be-dead brother.
This stunk. His life really was just a series of punchlines that he couldn’t stop himself from walking into.
And now, preoccupied with his own thoughts, Morgan had missed all but the last snippets of conversation. He could feel sweat beading on his forehead, and the distinct and unpleasant sensation of it rolling down his spine beneath his shirt. At the very least, neither Dakota nor KeKe looked like they were about to throw bows, but the tension was stifling. Morgan breathed out and cleared his throat.
“So we can all agree this is a real pile of bullshit we’ve landed ourselves in, yeah? And that none of us want any part in it? Cause like, being honest here, cards on the table, I’m not planning on killing nobody. Like… Like, heh, I don’t… wanna die, y’know? And putting a target on my head, killing people this early, that’s the easiest way to do it and… uh…”
Fuck, his train of thought had been shunted off to the siderails, and now he was floundering. He took another deep breath in, clenched his teeth, then breathed out again, trying to send his brain fog out with it.
“Look, we’ve all had beef at school, right? But never so much that it’d make me like… onea them. One of those ‘players’. I’ve never hated anyone so much to wanna kill them, you get me?”
Morgan raised his arm, trying to put his palm over his heart.
“Hand on heart, I swear, I don’t-“
“HULK SMASH!”
Morgan squawked in fright, throwing the foam hands down on the ground as he did so.
“Fucking Christ, alright, taking these things off! You guys get the gist!”