Jun 22, 2009 00:38
*The rage is so tightly controlled he could start screaming--or crying--any second.*
I want to make myself crystal fucking clear. To the two bastards that jumped my ten year old brother in the fucking elevator a half hour ago: When I'm done with you, you'll only wish I'd left you bloody and bruised on the floor.
I've put my life, and the life of the only family I have left, the only goddamn thing I have going right for me in this hellhole to do something positive for you ungrateful bastards, and this is the thanks I get? We were seconds away from getting crushed under everything when the monster came through. I worked on this shit for nearly a month with a goddamn crab bite. I've stumbled out of my lab and into bed half-dizzy from doing so much alchemy nearly every other goddamn night since I started this fucking project. All so we can have a food supply that we can guarantee can't be fucked with.
I'm not going to ask for a reason to continue this. I've got it already. Right now, he's asleep on the couch. The two bastards that did this better hope I don't find them. Or I'll do something I'll never regret.
fletcher,
reasons fletcher shouldn't be here,
raeg