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impertinences) wrote2011-11-08 11:07 pm
impertinences) wrote2011-11-08 11:07 pm
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I needed to write something for today.
And then, thanks to a certain conversation, this happened.
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“I don’t know, man.” Stu is very tall, even next to the trees. He’s dark and lanky and mostly hidden, pacing in a way that suggests nervousness.
Billy hits him on the side of the head with the blunt handle of the butcher knife, an action that is familiar enough because Stu doesn’t even flinch. He still rubs the sore spot though. “A little late for that, don’tcha think?”
It’s their first time, and Stuart has a queasy feeling in his stomach. He thought he’d be okay with blood, and maybe that isn’t really the problem since it’s all over his shirt and his hands and he doesn’t feel faint. His jeans are damp from dragging the body to the woods that line the property. Murder is a sloppy mess. But that’s not the issue either. It’s the way Billy looks, twirling the knife, his head darting up like a wolf whenever he thinks he hears a noise. And how he looked before, inside, using that voice to say those fucked up words that caused the girl to cry and beg and bleed.
Stu’s dick is a little hard.
Billy is clever and he has all the ideas. He’s a planner. So when he licks his lips and turns his wild eyes to him, Stu gets even queasier. A panic, adrenaline type of sickness. Billy hands him the knife and nudges what used to be Allison Docker in her ribs. “Cut her again.”
She’s dead. Stu knows it. But you don’t say no to Billy and when he hands you a knife you better take it and stab deep.
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When they get back to his truck, Billy is pale and Stu is talking too much. Running his goddamn mouth again.
They both have trouble steadying their breathing.
Stu heads for the passenger side and is about to open the door, but he stops when he hears Billy laughing. Howling, really. But it’s so contagious and so fucking perfect that it makes Stu laugh too, sharper yet just as wild.
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Billy is blood and blades. Even his grins cut.
Stu turns up the radio when Guns N’ Roses comes on. Just two teenagers driving home, listening to music too loudly, and it doesn’t feel all that different from any other Tuesday night in the end.
And then, thanks to a certain conversation, this happened.
-
“I don’t know, man.” Stu is very tall, even next to the trees. He’s dark and lanky and mostly hidden, pacing in a way that suggests nervousness.
Billy hits him on the side of the head with the blunt handle of the butcher knife, an action that is familiar enough because Stu doesn’t even flinch. He still rubs the sore spot though. “A little late for that, don’tcha think?”
It’s their first time, and Stuart has a queasy feeling in his stomach. He thought he’d be okay with blood, and maybe that isn’t really the problem since it’s all over his shirt and his hands and he doesn’t feel faint. His jeans are damp from dragging the body to the woods that line the property. Murder is a sloppy mess. But that’s not the issue either. It’s the way Billy looks, twirling the knife, his head darting up like a wolf whenever he thinks he hears a noise. And how he looked before, inside, using that voice to say those fucked up words that caused the girl to cry and beg and bleed.
Stu’s dick is a little hard.
Billy is clever and he has all the ideas. He’s a planner. So when he licks his lips and turns his wild eyes to him, Stu gets even queasier. A panic, adrenaline type of sickness. Billy hands him the knife and nudges what used to be Allison Docker in her ribs. “Cut her again.”
She’s dead. Stu knows it. But you don’t say no to Billy and when he hands you a knife you better take it and stab deep.
-
When they get back to his truck, Billy is pale and Stu is talking too much. Running his goddamn mouth again.
They both have trouble steadying their breathing.
Stu heads for the passenger side and is about to open the door, but he stops when he hears Billy laughing. Howling, really. But it’s so contagious and so fucking perfect that it makes Stu laugh too, sharper yet just as wild.
-
Billy is blood and blades. Even his grins cut.
Stu turns up the radio when Guns N’ Roses comes on. Just two teenagers driving home, listening to music too loudly, and it doesn’t feel all that different from any other Tuesday night in the end.