Shounen Bat (Lil' Slugger) (
strike_you_out) wrote2011-08-20 03:13 pm
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twenty two | vitamin D & calcium & razor blades
726 Anderson Lane; Saturday morning
[Every morning, a row of fresh milk bottles greets the first resident to step foot out onto the front porch of 726 Anderson Lane. Today, the foot belongs to Slugger. After witnessing firsthand what sort of punishment awaited those who didn't go along with the Milkman's latest folly, he's decided that straight-up drinking the milk is less dangerous than the alternative. Not so much for himself but for his "family", whom he would surely massacre in a heartbeat along with a good section of Mayfield if he were droned, and Slugger much preferred to do his murdering while in his right mind.
Picking up a bottle, he uncaps it, smells it, dips a finger into it experimentally. Something sharp pricks his skin below the milk's surface. This bottle may as well have his name written all over it. Slugger takes a seat on the steps and silently braces himself before raising the bottle to his lips and tipping it back.
It takes him a long time to finish the bottle because each time he takes a drink, his throat instantly swells to repair itself from the damage. Occasionally, he can't help but cough up and spit out a milky razor blade. Perhaps the worst part of it, aside from the pain of course, is the unsettling sensation of milk sloshing about in his insides whenever he moves and vague metallic clinking sounds. Luckily, he now has less than half a bottle left. With a resigned sigh, he begins to accept that this was possibly how life would be from now on in this town, this hell.]
[Every morning, a row of fresh milk bottles greets the first resident to step foot out onto the front porch of 726 Anderson Lane. Today, the foot belongs to Slugger. After witnessing firsthand what sort of punishment awaited those who didn't go along with the Milkman's latest folly, he's decided that straight-up drinking the milk is less dangerous than the alternative. Not so much for himself but for his "family", whom he would surely massacre in a heartbeat along with a good section of Mayfield if he were droned, and Slugger much preferred to do his murdering while in his right mind.
Picking up a bottle, he uncaps it, smells it, dips a finger into it experimentally. Something sharp pricks his skin below the milk's surface. This bottle may as well have his name written all over it. Slugger takes a seat on the steps and silently braces himself before raising the bottle to his lips and tipping it back.
It takes him a long time to finish the bottle because each time he takes a drink, his throat instantly swells to repair itself from the damage. Occasionally, he can't help but cough up and spit out a milky razor blade. Perhaps the worst part of it, aside from the pain of course, is the unsettling sensation of milk sloshing about in his insides whenever he moves and vague metallic clinking sounds. Luckily, he now has less than half a bottle left. With a resigned sigh, he begins to accept that this was possibly how life would be from now on in this town, this hell.]
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So while searching for pain medicine, Luke finds Slugger.]
S-Slugger?! What are you doing?!
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Drinking the milk for today.
[His voice is harsh as he speaks but he's surprisingly still capable of speech and without blood gushing from his mouth.]
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[He doesn't know drinking milk stops drones from killing, as he's been out of it the last few days.]
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[He faces forward again and takes a dry swallow. There's one razor blade back there that just doesn't want to go down.]
Today's my turn to drink.
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Enjoying the milk?
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Mine had spiders in it.
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Did you get droned?
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Even while being droned, Clod remembered Slugger and his words to her. She didn't expect she would be droned... not after drinking the milk anyway.
She walks over to Slugger, but along the way, she notices that he's spitting out razor blades.]
... The milkman. He enjoys hiding all of these... surprises inside his milk.
Sometimes, he doesn't put anything into them.
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Nothing new. He's always done that.
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No, she's human too. The guilt can only be nothing short of unbearable.]
Sadistic cad.
... Hm. You seem to be taking the pain surprisingly well. I... remembered how you couldn't bleed that time.
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I don't, normally.
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Smirking, he looks at Mart and wiggles his fingers in a wave.]
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Need a shave?
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You friggin' idiot.
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[Idiot. Why didn't you pass it off to Eddie, or to the new kid in your house? He can guess why you didn't give it to Susan, but come on, you can't care about them as much as her, and the importance he gives to YOU should obviously outweigh any other concerns.]
Well don't just stare at it. Get it over with.
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...If I get droned by the milkman, you should kill me.
[Because he doesn't trust the milkman not to drone him even if he did just drink the whole bottle.]
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Same.
[She would be dangerous as well...very dangerous.]
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