Requiem - Memoirs of a Bastard New York (Feb 6th, 2005) (Uncle Pete)
They dragged the dead man into the office of the warehouse. Peter sat back in the chair, his boots balancing his weight so the rickety wooden chair wouldn't tip over. Smoke curled from his cigar and he absentmindedly open and closed the zippo on the flannel shirt underneath his leather jacket. He paid no attention to the begging neonate as he listened to the music crackling its way out of the beat up boom box.
Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know
that something wasn't right here
Oh baby baby, I shouldn't have let you go
and now you're out of sight, yeah
show me how you want it to be
tell me baby cuz I need to know now
oh, because
Jezzie stalked back and forth behind him. Silent death, that one. Pretty, attractive. The picture perfect demure Hindi woman, no threat at all. Except for the steel hidden all over her body. Except for the only lesson she'd taken away from her Mother...snip snip snip go the threads. Pete smirked a bit at the thought of Jezzie's mother. Nice piece of Crone ass that one. Maybe it was time to tap that ass and fuck the feminist bullshit out of her.
Or maybe she just wasn't worth it. Like everyone but Jezzie.
My loneliness is killin me (and I)
I must confess I still believe (still believe)
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
give me a sign,
hit me baby one more time!
He was War the bringer of hate, she was Death the bringer of silence. Famine, Pestilence, Trechery and Hell had been taken from them. No more Uncle Walt...dead or gone deep to ground. No more Jiminey Cricket standing by his side, keeping his darker thoughts from being made reality.
Just two vampires, looking for fun. No matter who got hurt.
Momentary distractions in time.
Eternity sucks when you don't have any real goals.
Oh baby, baby, the reason I breathe is you
Boy you've got me blinded
Oh pretty baby, there's nothin that I wouldn't do
It's not the way I planned it
The Neonate babbles about the money. He babbles about the product. He babbles about the girls he had lined up for the movie and how everything went to shit. Pete didn't even listen. When the Neonate paused, on his knees, begging for his life, Pete knew what to do.
And he leaned forward and talked.
Show me how you want it to be
tell me baby cuz I need to know now
oh, because
CHORUS
Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know
Oh pretty baby, I shouldn't have let you go
"Look asswipe, I don't care about your excuses. I don't care about who fucked you in the ass. See, your problem is that you don't understand the score..."
He leaned the chair forward so his feet were planted on the floor, the great sword was stuck in the wooden floor, ready to be used. Jezebel slid her dagger into one hand and the sword into the other...and the Neonate never saw it. They always focus on the voice...they always think they can talk their way out...stupid fucks.
"I'm you're Uncle Pete...your bad uncle. The uncle that taught you to smoke when you were eight and used to sneak you beer when your mommy wasn't looking. Do you know why I did that? Because I hate you. No reason really...or maybe too many reasons...maybe I just see you as a metaphor for everything that sucks about people. But never the less...I hate you.
"But you're lucky," Pete motions with a thumb to empty air,"Uncle Walt loves you, and that's what's keeping you alive right now. See? Uncle Pete hates you and Uncle Walt loves you. So why don't you stop being an ungrateful fuck and thank Uncle Walt?"
I must confess that my loneliness
is killin me now
don't you know I still believe
that you will be here
to give me a sign
hit me baby one more time
The Neonate blinks and misses the point...
"But there's no one there?"
Pete smiles, "yeah...Uncle Walts gone. Guess that means you're fucked."
The dagger catches the neonate in the throat, pinning him to the wall. He gurgles as Jezzie moves to the side, cutting off the escape through the door. Pete takes the sword out of the floor and approaches slowly.
"Nothing personal, asswipe. You just happen to be too stupid to live."
The sword raises and the Neonate gurgles the one thing that saves him from its descent.
"The Indian slut...lionness...saw her...at court..."
Pete stops and smiles. He looks over at Jezzie who cocks a curious eyebrow and leans against the door frame. Pete kneels in front of the trapped Neonate and talks. They talk about girls who become lions. They talk about Washington DC. They talk about black leather clad girls in bowlers. They talk about a great many things.
And when the Neonate is done talking, Uncle Pete is smiling at him. "See, you just proved that I shouldn't hate you as much as I should. That means I ain't gonna kill you. But you need to keep one thing in mind, asswipe. I'm you're Uncle Pete. I have the brass ring. If you want your shot...don't fuck around and try to nickle and dime me. Be a man and reach for that brass ring. No more of this pussy shit."
He walks back over to his chair and sits down, "And one other thing..."
I must confess (my loneliness)
that my loneliness(is killing me)
Is killing me now(I must confess)
Don't you know I still believe (still believe)
that you will be here (im losin my mind)
to give me a sign...
hit me baby one more time!
"Jezzie hates it when you call a bitch a slut."
The longswords whisper silently and the neonate doesn't even have time to scream.
"Jezzie hon...looks like we got us some work to do. I want this to be the best family reunion ever."
Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know
that something wasn't right here
Oh baby baby, I shouldn't have let you go
and now you're out of sight, yeah
show me how you want it to be
tell me baby cuz I need to know now
oh, because
Jezzie stalked back and forth behind him. Silent death, that one. Pretty, attractive. The picture perfect demure Hindi woman, no threat at all. Except for the steel hidden all over her body. Except for the only lesson she'd taken away from her Mother...snip snip snip go the threads. Pete smirked a bit at the thought of Jezzie's mother. Nice piece of Crone ass that one. Maybe it was time to tap that ass and fuck the feminist bullshit out of her.
Or maybe she just wasn't worth it. Like everyone but Jezzie.
My loneliness is killin me (and I)
I must confess I still believe (still believe)
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
give me a sign,
hit me baby one more time!
He was War the bringer of hate, she was Death the bringer of silence. Famine, Pestilence, Trechery and Hell had been taken from them. No more Uncle Walt...dead or gone deep to ground. No more Jiminey Cricket standing by his side, keeping his darker thoughts from being made reality.
Just two vampires, looking for fun. No matter who got hurt.
Momentary distractions in time.
Eternity sucks when you don't have any real goals.
Oh baby, baby, the reason I breathe is you
Boy you've got me blinded
Oh pretty baby, there's nothin that I wouldn't do
It's not the way I planned it
The Neonate babbles about the money. He babbles about the product. He babbles about the girls he had lined up for the movie and how everything went to shit. Pete didn't even listen. When the Neonate paused, on his knees, begging for his life, Pete knew what to do.
And he leaned forward and talked.
Show me how you want it to be
tell me baby cuz I need to know now
oh, because
CHORUS
Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know
Oh pretty baby, I shouldn't have let you go
"Look asswipe, I don't care about your excuses. I don't care about who fucked you in the ass. See, your problem is that you don't understand the score..."
He leaned the chair forward so his feet were planted on the floor, the great sword was stuck in the wooden floor, ready to be used. Jezebel slid her dagger into one hand and the sword into the other...and the Neonate never saw it. They always focus on the voice...they always think they can talk their way out...stupid fucks.
"I'm you're Uncle Pete...your bad uncle. The uncle that taught you to smoke when you were eight and used to sneak you beer when your mommy wasn't looking. Do you know why I did that? Because I hate you. No reason really...or maybe too many reasons...maybe I just see you as a metaphor for everything that sucks about people. But never the less...I hate you.
"But you're lucky," Pete motions with a thumb to empty air,"Uncle Walt loves you, and that's what's keeping you alive right now. See? Uncle Pete hates you and Uncle Walt loves you. So why don't you stop being an ungrateful fuck and thank Uncle Walt?"
I must confess that my loneliness
is killin me now
don't you know I still believe
that you will be here
to give me a sign
hit me baby one more time
The Neonate blinks and misses the point...
"But there's no one there?"
Pete smiles, "yeah...Uncle Walts gone. Guess that means you're fucked."
The dagger catches the neonate in the throat, pinning him to the wall. He gurgles as Jezzie moves to the side, cutting off the escape through the door. Pete takes the sword out of the floor and approaches slowly.
"Nothing personal, asswipe. You just happen to be too stupid to live."
The sword raises and the Neonate gurgles the one thing that saves him from its descent.
"The Indian slut...lionness...saw her...at court..."
Pete stops and smiles. He looks over at Jezzie who cocks a curious eyebrow and leans against the door frame. Pete kneels in front of the trapped Neonate and talks. They talk about girls who become lions. They talk about Washington DC. They talk about black leather clad girls in bowlers. They talk about a great many things.
And when the Neonate is done talking, Uncle Pete is smiling at him. "See, you just proved that I shouldn't hate you as much as I should. That means I ain't gonna kill you. But you need to keep one thing in mind, asswipe. I'm you're Uncle Pete. I have the brass ring. If you want your shot...don't fuck around and try to nickle and dime me. Be a man and reach for that brass ring. No more of this pussy shit."
He walks back over to his chair and sits down, "And one other thing..."
I must confess (my loneliness)
that my loneliness(is killing me)
Is killing me now(I must confess)
Don't you know I still believe (still believe)
that you will be here (im losin my mind)
to give me a sign...
hit me baby one more time!
"Jezzie hates it when you call a bitch a slut."
The longswords whisper silently and the neonate doesn't even have time to scream.
"Jezzie hon...looks like we got us some work to do. I want this to be the best family reunion ever."