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strike_you_out) wrote2011-08-20 03:13 pm
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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It looks bad.
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[Though he isn't exactly jumping at the opportunity.]
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[There's only one person in this household who drives.]
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Unfortunately, it appears as though the Dark Knight wasn't the only thing that I'd damaged the other night. My car's a wreck.
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Visiting doctor?
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[...although given the amount of trauma the family's endured, they might need a shrink. But it sure as hell won't be Harley or Crane.]
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[This is spoken with a surprising amount of conviction. It's almost as if he has a personal matter with a certain "doctor" in Mayfield...]
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...you've met Jonathan?
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[Now he's curious.]
There's another doctor who wears a bag?
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[Wait. Black Mage. That's the name of the doctor that killed Ema all those months ago...]
You know Black Mage?
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[This is something he's very serious about.]
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...was it easy? Killing him?
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[That's an interesting choice of question to ask. Did this mean Edward was planning his own attack on Black Mage?]
If you do it, don't let him know you live here. He'll try to kill S-- anyone associated with you.
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Understood.
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He says an incantation. Then he strikes people with lightning bolts.
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I see. ...he doesn't happen to have any other unusual abilities at his disposal, does he?
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...
There was something strange about his face.
[But Slugger has trouble remembering exactly what that was.]