french fly
I walk back from my midnight rendezvous with Veronica and can't help but wonder what it all meant. Being called back to duty just wasn't what I had in mind for this trip. I figured it would be more pleasure than business... maybe some brunch, take in a show, go to the hellmouth and roast marsh mellows - for old time's sake.
I make my way to Rio Linda... a small semi-suburban area where you find people, white trash, motor homes, and horses all living happily together. I know the way to Jacob's house like the back of my hand, using all the cuts and most discrete passage ways.
I get about 20 yards away and that's when I enter stealth mode. I pull my black hood over my face, zip up my leather jacket and slide on my gloves. I was completely black from head-to-toe... I was Midnight.
I move in quickly, and quietly. I don't bend a blade of grass or disturb a single dew drop. I get close enough to see inside... but there's a drape in the way. I wave my hand left-to-right and the drape moves with it. I've been practicing my telekinetic abilities hardcore lately. I can see inside... a fireplace, a shitty little kitchen table acting as a coffee table. Strewn about I see there's old newspapers, cigarette boxes, pizza boxes, empty jugs of wine... a real frat house.
I get to the threshold of his fence and that's when the stench hits me. It's like visiting hours at the morgue... and that's when I see the mound of dead bodies peaking around Jacob's work shed.
I think to myself "Fuck Jacob. What the fuck?"
I hear people... a car. About a half a mile away. A recent model Honda Accord. The driver - a man with a lead foot, and about 3 passengers. I could tell all of this just by listening. I hide in the shed... don't want to blow my cover.
The car parks near the shed. Jacob opens and shuts the driver side door... 3 other individuals head out. I can't tell who or what they are... they look like people, but not people. They looked dead, and cold, but not zombies. They didn't speak, just opened the tiny trunk of the midsize passenger car and pulled 2 bodies out. From the looks, both males. Naked, in their mid 30's. Dead for about 2-3 days.
The come dangerously close to the shed and I close my eyes - ready to disappear if I have to.
I make my way to Rio Linda... a small semi-suburban area where you find people, white trash, motor homes, and horses all living happily together. I know the way to Jacob's house like the back of my hand, using all the cuts and most discrete passage ways.
I get about 20 yards away and that's when I enter stealth mode. I pull my black hood over my face, zip up my leather jacket and slide on my gloves. I was completely black from head-to-toe... I was Midnight.
I move in quickly, and quietly. I don't bend a blade of grass or disturb a single dew drop. I get close enough to see inside... but there's a drape in the way. I wave my hand left-to-right and the drape moves with it. I've been practicing my telekinetic abilities hardcore lately. I can see inside... a fireplace, a shitty little kitchen table acting as a coffee table. Strewn about I see there's old newspapers, cigarette boxes, pizza boxes, empty jugs of wine... a real frat house.
I get to the threshold of his fence and that's when the stench hits me. It's like visiting hours at the morgue... and that's when I see the mound of dead bodies peaking around Jacob's work shed.
I think to myself "Fuck Jacob. What the fuck?"
I hear people... a car. About a half a mile away. A recent model Honda Accord. The driver - a man with a lead foot, and about 3 passengers. I could tell all of this just by listening. I hide in the shed... don't want to blow my cover.
The car parks near the shed. Jacob opens and shuts the driver side door... 3 other individuals head out. I can't tell who or what they are... they look like people, but not people. They looked dead, and cold, but not zombies. They didn't speak, just opened the tiny trunk of the midsize passenger car and pulled 2 bodies out. From the looks, both males. Naked, in their mid 30's. Dead for about 2-3 days.
The come dangerously close to the shed and I close my eyes - ready to disappear if I have to.