three | line drive monster [unfiltered]

[strike_you_out]

[The phone is picked up, a call is placed. The voice on the line is, at first, dangerously calm—]

To the one who stole what's mine...

[—only to become a sharply hissed whisper]

I will find you.

[After being droned, humiliated, and murdered (and ultimately dissected by his attackers), this is what tips him into a rage: his missing bat.]

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[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Don't make public threats over the phone, Slugger. Exacting revenge is much more meaningful that way.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Unless you're making noise, Pokey isn't quite noticing yet. He's a light sleeper, but he's still out. Hell, he almost looks cute like a decent human being when he's asleep.

Go ahead and make whatever move you'd like, Slugger.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...

[3:31 AM

Said stalker is now sitting on top of you as he viciously tries to smother you with your own pillow.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Well, I can sympathize...

Just don't go overboard. [click]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

One part memory; one part inclination...

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Yes, Mother~

[And just when you thought he couldn't get any creepier.

Slugger reluctantly hangs up the phone, satisfied with having already broadcasted his intent for vengeance.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[...click]

[that was entirely un-suspicious]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

((That should say much 'less' meaningful, of course.))

Perhaps you'd like to tell me what this is about? Droned one day, dead another?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...It's a game.

[Perhaps not the full truth but what "little boy" doesn't love games, Miss Susan?]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's certainly going to get a response as Pokey flails desperately to get you off. Oh, he can guess who's there, and that's just making him fight harder to tear you off him Slugger. He'd scream, but you know...start to have a lack of oxygen and it's covered by the pillow anyway.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

((Little boys who are actually monster figments of imagination.))

How quaint. Tell me about this game of yours, Slugger.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Not about to be thrown, he introduces his knee to your chest and is very much intent on holding that pillow in place... at least until the struggling dies down.

And yes, he gets the feeling you know it's him. That would be why he's grinning so cruelly.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, that hurt like shit and more or less caused him to immediately pause as his body stiffened up at the strike. It isn't long before he stops struggling altogether, becoming light-headed as he loses more and more oxygen.

And what's the point, anyway? It's not like he's exactly expecting you to let him live, Slugger.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Two-player game of chance...

[Hesitant. He folds his arms and continues in a monotone]

Player 1 bashes in the skull of Player 2 at risk of droning. Player 2 returns favor and steals item of interest from Player 1. Player 1 then seeks to regain lost item in order to even scores.

[shrug] Put simply.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He'll be removing his knee from your ribcage and the pillow from your face (though he's going to keep it at hand should screaming ensue), but that's all. He isn't giving you any room to squirm.]

Where is it.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Hm. And Player 1's reason for instigating the game was . . . ?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Strictly vocational. [he doesn't skip a beat]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Your job is to beat people over the head with a bat?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Ding ding ding~

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Not a very rewarding career for a child. I suggest you change lines.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Wh-where's what?

[Oh, he's disoriented and terrified, so have fun with this Slugger.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

My bat. [STARE]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger hangs his head, his shoulders shaking with subdued laughter. But when he next looks up at her, there is no trace of humor to be seen.]

He was suffering. I provided an outlet for escape. That's my vocation.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Unknowingly desired assisted suicide? Hm. Still rather inappropriate for a child your age.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He licks his lips a minute, trying to glare.]

It....it was MY bat, and I gave it to you under...under the condition you didn't attack me...