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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[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.]

[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.]

[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]

[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.

[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]

[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...

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, yeah, he knows.

AND HE DOESN'T CARE.

Once again he smashes the pillow against your face, briefly this time, for a count of 6. Truth be told, he's less concerned with getting an answer as he is with getting a point across. Point being: you will never be safe! Not even in your own bed!]


Tell me!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, that does it. Even though he's whispering, his voice is somehow a scream.]

Closet.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[His attention shifts immediately to the closet door across the room, then back to his frightened hostage. You better not be bullshitting him, Pokey, or this "visit" might not be the last.

Finally, he jumps up and crosses the room to open the door to the closet. Seriously, if he doesn't that bat in there... Pray.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey's not so much the praying type of person as the "cower against the back of my bed type of person", gaze never leaving you as you go over there, Slugger.

Yeah, it's there, propped up against the wall.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Lo and behold, he does find it there. The bat now restored to its rightful place upon his shoulder, he turns to Pokey with a nod, thankful for the honesty.

But before he leaves, there is still one more thing...]

Lil' Slugger. It's what I'm called.

Your turn.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Staring. Just staring.]

W-What...?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

What's your name. [Dumbass.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pokey. Pokey Minch.

[Yeah, stupid with TERROR.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Well, now that he's got what he came for... he turns, ready to leave.]

I'll give it back. When Mayfield gives me back mine.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[That's...that's kind of pointless, but alright. Pokey'll just give a little "mmhm" noise and nod, quite happy to have you finally get to leaving.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Pointless to you, but to him being without a bat is like being a reaper without a scythe. Anyway...]

Sleep tight, Pokey Minch.


[If it sounds like 'Pokey Minchi', blame his accent. Grinning, he vanishes right through the door.]