Sunday Scribbling #4
So yeah, this one didn't come out at all like I wanted. But I woke up early and couldn't sleep until I did something with it. Maybe I'll come back to this at a later date. But yeah, not my best work. Anyways:
He's as broken as she is. Maybe more so. Two mental and emotional train-wrecks. Two people, who by all the rights, should not function on their own. Much less function together.
But in some weird way they do. James watches them together, in the surveillance tapes he retrieves. Mona keeps Frank focuse on the job at hand, keeps him from retreating too far into his own head. Frank keeps Mona from eviscerating everyone who pisses her off. They're not in love with each other. James is pretty sure neither of them is mentally capable of it. But for some stupid reason they keep accomplish for each other more than an armies of shrinks and boatloads of pill have been able to accomplish. It's like table salt, good ol' sodium chloride. On its own sodium goes boom, and chlorine kills you dead. Put 'em together and instead of an exploding poison you get a condiment for your food.
Not that either of them is by any means safe. If anything, they enhance each other. While Mona's hits are still a spectacular show of gore, they're more focused. She's in and out quicker, less collateral damage. Frank no longer lays waste to entire city blocks just to burn down one building. He's
God forgive him, James introduced these two psychopaths to each other, albeit by accident. Now he's got to clean up the mess he made.
He's as broken as she is. Maybe more so. Two mental and emotional train-wrecks. Two people, who by all the rights, should not function on their own. Much less function together.
But in some weird way they do. James watches them together, in the surveillance tapes he retrieves. Mona keeps Frank focuse on the job at hand, keeps him from retreating too far into his own head. Frank keeps Mona from eviscerating everyone who pisses her off. They're not in love with each other. James is pretty sure neither of them is mentally capable of it. But for some stupid reason they keep accomplish for each other more than an armies of shrinks and boatloads of pill have been able to accomplish. It's like table salt, good ol' sodium chloride. On its own sodium goes boom, and chlorine kills you dead. Put 'em together and instead of an exploding poison you get a condiment for your food.
Not that either of them is by any means safe. If anything, they enhance each other. While Mona's hits are still a spectacular show of gore, they're more focused. She's in and out quicker, less collateral damage. Frank no longer lays waste to entire city blocks just to burn down one building. He's
God forgive him, James introduced these two psychopaths to each other, albeit by accident. Now he's got to clean up the mess he made.