Fadder -- (twaw of twaw)

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while sitting in the livingroom conversing he leaned back on occasion in the straightback chair  ever so slightly rubbing his shoulder  subtly grimaced  suggesting  it a minor annoyance or discomfort 

as he exited the bathroom with the swollen bladder in hand 
the biggest one at the door stood

wary 
Ged fer hem  he thought  heed be wary too
 

Ma shouders actin op  Was better it aganst da wall den my hed  eh

Hmm    
           unconvinced

he thought  Fack em hard  Was never much a liar  as he continued towards the threshold now untwisting the bottle cap

the standing one took the first gout in the face from the bottle of holy toilet as he stepped to meet him  he pivoted right from the horrific scream and doused the second before he could stand
horrific screams in stereo

it was a blessing to have two ears

their heads were consumed with a violent red rash  it peeling their scalps back  seething with something more nebulous than steam and less than smoke
their eyelids retracted
eyes  black like serpents 
syphilitic boils gagged out of their twisted purplish flesh   glycerine bubbles ulcerated

the mooks  as he hoped  sat unmoved

Shocky  slurred in his thought behind his strides towards the two whose hands still bothered with their ruined faces

he slammed a sharpened spike deftly between the big beasts ribs  which were no match to protect his heart
he Gobbed at the air   
                                  a strange sound 
he went ferociously at the second biggie  its bright synapses trying to kick in to avert its killing 
                                brains like dreams 
a meal ticket was a meal ticket

its hand came up  talons extended
the raw spike slammed through its center  invigorated enormously by Life  pinning it to his chest and his heart beneath 
 

he snatched up the coffee table off the bare wood floor  it speckled by bloodied invective Rorschachs
and used its broad edge lip as a bludgeon to their skulls against the wall
their skulls against the floor

FACK! 
   

            that must have been his voice

the choreography  the dance  was nearly complete

he witnessed the rest as if an automaton had stepped in for him
creepy  jerky  head motions
hands  he didnt recognise as his own for the blood and gore

in one steady ironhand a straight razor

the mooks were up 
they had nowhere to go

the other hand snapped and snapped and snapped until it closed on a mop of hair
the face under it was distended  gaping eyes  it gullet open and screaming   silently
maybe it wasnt silent
Namatter 
he didnt hear anything 
then a heavy puff breath prickled with aerated blood blew into his face
their hands going to its ruined  sliced  throat

the other mook collapsed numbly in the corner
a different automaton governed his body 
negative panic  surprisingly  had a beatific expression
there was no need to grasp his scalp 
he put a crooked index finger to his docile chin  tilted his head back gently
he took his finger away 
his head remained back
his jugular throbbed 
a bluish blush at the skin 
a mole  a beauty mark sat quietly reverently atop the vein
X marks the spot
he slashed it
it gaped  surprised for a moment  looking at him 
a severed tube
                         it gave him respite to step back  and away
then it nearly seemed as if his blood didnt want to be left alone

it leapt at him

leapt out of this pale china doll with staring glass eyes

 

he opened the apartment windows

from the closet beside the front door he took out several filled gas canisters
doused the bodies  letting them stand open when he set them down

he stripped naked in the middle of the room

left his bloody clothes on the floor

he took a canister into the bedroom 
set it on the bed
took a plastic bag of clothes into the bathroom then returned  doused the bed and left it emptying itself on the mattress
   

he took a shower  not bothering to pull the curtain around the ring to keep the water from the floor 
for once the water was hot when he wanted it hot

bathed  he dressed in the clothes from the bag

the apartments wooden floor was old and it sucked up the gas like mothers milk

the fumes smarted his eyes

the stairs would be happy with him
hed spring over most of them

he struck one match and tossed it on the bed

he struck a second match and tossed it on the floor between the two mangled vampires

sometime  as he bound down the stairs
his hearing returned

  

behind him it sounded like popcorn popping and gunshots

2105,  Thursday,  12  3. 15
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