This is the way the world ends; this is the way the world ends, Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

[kaeli_whyte]

Monday, July 27
Day 57
Midnight

I didn’t sleep much last night, as usual I was up late and only a couple hours must have gone by before I woke hearing a terrifying sound come from the park. At first I thought maybe something may have gotten hold of a rabbit, but then the waves of pain and hate and hunger came. And then I knew what was out there, what

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[syl_thorn]

Told Tez m'idea, an'e liked it. Thought'e would. Been a helluva long time since we las' did somet'in like'is. Las' time wuz some fella wouldn' accept a no from me. Hadta belt'im inna moutb 'fore'e'd let me go. Tez'n me caught'im th'next night, innan alley like'is, left'im wit' a few mem'ries. Wa'n't th'first person we took care've, wasn' thinkin'e'd be th'last neither. Somuvvem did worse'n that fella, somuvvem weren't so bad. Bu' Tez'n me, we always had fun. An' we's gonna have fun t'night. Guarantee it. Weren't gonna fuck wit' th'innkeeper; 'e's got guns, 'n anyway, ain't gonna blame no one fer protectin'is property, even if 'e's got shitty taste'n friends. An'is girl...nervous chick, sure, but helpful an' not completely wit'out guts. Helped me out at th'library. Ain't got no problem wit'er

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Syl always did know how to cheer me up. Watch her out of the corner of my eye now, all still, even the glowing end of her cigarette crushed out to hide her better. Brush of her arm against mine. Can feel the suppressed eagerness in her like in me, leashed in and trembling.

Unleashed in an instant, when the girl comes by. A flurry and a scuffle and she's down on the ground, the red-haired bitch, and Syl standing over her smiling down. "Hello Kaeli."She doesn't look much when she's down there, all shocky gasping for the moment, breath knocked out of her. Come up beside Syl and give her a smile that's all knives. (Syl'll have her knife with her, course she will, and the thought makes my pulse flutter in my throat

[kaeli_whyte]

I gasp when long fingers grab and pull me into the dark, throwing me to the ground, knocking the breath from me. "Hello Kaeli," a face looms over me, my eyes adjust to see the drunk gods hag smiling down at me.

He's here too, not drunk now and he gently puts his hand in my hair, "Didn't I tell you you'd get yourself into trouble in this town? And you out all alone." Anger, darkness and death rolling off him in waves, until I'm sick and shaking with it. I shut it out as best I can, but I can still feel thin ribbons of it snaking through me.

Like with Eris, I'm not giving them my fear. Slowing my racing heart, I glare coldly up at them both and jerk my hair from his hand, "Focáil ort", I spit, rolling to the side and scrambling to my feet. No way I can fight them, but I can run.

[syl_thorn]

Spits somet'in' attus, guess it's a curse'a some kind, an'en she runs. Prob'ly th'smartest ovver options, but ain't gonna make no diff'rence in th'end. She really don't think we scouted'is alley b'fore hand? All she's doin's savin' us th'trouble'a draggin'er outta sighta th'street.

Let'er get a bittova head start, then flash a smile't Tez'n start runnin'. We don'is b'fore. Same deal's always; me, I follow behind. Tez cuts through th'alleys, comes out in fronta her. Box'er in, all neat-like. An'en the real fun starts.

[syl_thorn]

I laugh's Tez wraps'imself 'round'er like a lover. Love watchin'im fuck wit'em like'at. Love it. "You're lucky that wasn't lower," 'e says, fingers playin' in th'slash I gave'er. "Even then...reckon you should be glad if it's just your titties, sugar. Just think of all the delicate places Syl could be cutting on. And I don't reckon Laclos'd be so keen to stick his dick in you once you'd had Syl's knife up your snatch."Aw, lookat at. Poor baby's cryin'. An' ain't healin'erself no more neither. Mebbe she fin'lly figured out we'd jes' replace ever't'in she healed. "Wouldn' stick m'knife up'ere anyway. So dry'n nasty up'ere prob'ly wreck th'blade. She ain't worth wreckin' m'knife for." I says. Tha' knife goes t'work onner shirt. Ain't touchin'er skin, not yet, but'm slicin'er shirt t'ribbons, nice'n slow, takin'it away piece by piece. "Ya should be thankful, sweetheart. If'n I wrecked yer pussy, reckon that'd screw ya right up, wouldn' it? Awful hard t'get a fella t'watch yer back when ya ain't got nothin' t'offer'im. An

[tezcatl_ipoca]

You wouldn't always think, looking at Syl, that she could be so delicate and precise. Knife hovering like a dragonfly, little darts and flickers; white skin starting to show through. Just plain pretty to watch.

Starting to think I've got a yen for artists.

For a moment the girl's irrelevant, just something between us. Then Syl cuts her bra off and there's a lot more soft skin rubbing up against my arm. Feel the suppressed whimper through her chest. "Least ya got decent tits on ya."

Tits like a fucking cow, and I look past her at Syl. "Reckon I like 'em leaner," I say to her, smile all slow and lazy like when we were first courting.

[syl_thorn]

"Reckon I like 'em leaner," Tez says, smilin' at me that way he does, way'at gottim inta m'bed inna first place. Aw, now tha's sweet'a him. An's pretty much confirmin' that'e's gettin' back inta m'bed t'night.

Smile at'im. "Well, reckon we might be able t'do somet'in' 'bout'at." The blade'a m'knife is lightly tracing along'er breast. 'er nipples're stiff'nin'. So're mine, but ferra diff'rent reason. "Doc told me used t'be op'rations t'make a chick's tits smaller. Could try somet'in' like'at." Jes' a li'l increase in pressure, open a long line'a blood jes'above'er nipple. She yelps, like a dog's been kicked. "'course, might not be's pretty by the time we's done, bu'they'll be smaller a'right."

Blood runs downer breast, dribbles onta Tez's arm. Hafta resist th'urge t'lick it off.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Such a lovely obscene little suggestion, and fuck, I'm hard. Rub myself a little against the girl's ass, crudely. Want to tell Syl to just cut her open, open her up, let me lick at what's exposed. A sacrifice at Syl's hands.... But scaring the girl is one thing and killing her's another, at least in a town with law and us not rolling out the next day.

But she cuts her anyway, a long light slash across the plumpness of her breast, and there's blood hot on my arm. Roll my arm up to catch it, smear it across skin. Can feel Syl watching me.

Oh, wise or not, I know how this is going to end.