Vanilla #9: Waste Not, Want Not
Author: Sly
Title: Waste Not, Want Not
Rating: PG-13, Warning of some seriously disturbed creatures
Challenge: Vanilla #9: "Mother Used to Say____"
Toppings: Hot Fudge
Story: Spectrum
Word Count: 719 words
A/N: This is centered around the Deadfayth triplets, the main villains of my story. Each one had their "enhancement" cause a different sort of problem, some of which are evident in this short.. Second story today because I was without internet-ready computer the past few days.
Waste Want, Want Not
Angst stormed into the room, ignorant of the blood soaking through the black fabric of his clothes. The leather jacket was unzipped down to the middle of his chest, revealing the light hair covering the pale skin. If there were any muscles, they were well hidden in his wiry frame. Tossing a blood scalpel onto the bed in the center of the lab room, he turned to punch the wall. “Stupid Secondary!”
Wahnsinn,, better known as Phryque, had been sitting pleasantly with his box of lab rats as his brother entered the room. He glanced up at the eldest of the triplets, leaving his hand to be sniffed and nibbled on. Blowing pieces of his short, spiked black hair from his face, he narrowed blue-streaked eyes meeting Angst‘s gold. “Creep,” he called his brother by his nickname, “you failed?” A maniacal grin spread across his face, bearing teeth and fangs. “You failed to kill Secondary?”
“Shut up!” Creep shoved the wheeled bed, sending Phryque across the room on it. “You left Benton there! Chopped up on the floor! What a waste.” As fast as his anger had come, it disappeared, leaving him in stoicism.
Reject whimpered up at his two brothers from his place on the floor. His eyes, streaked with red, shifted between his blue-eyed brother to his golden-eyed brother. “Mother used to say ‘Waste not, want not.’ Maybe we should go get him.”
“For what, Reject? To be one of your play things? And stop whimpering,” reprimanded Creep.
“But the air hurts…”
“Well, that’s because your enhancement is a reject, like yourself,” Phryque said, shrugging one shoulder. “Dad gave you tactile enhancement because he hated you.”
“He did not!” Reject rose from his place on the floor, only to cry at the sensation of his silk shirt brushing against his back. In a panicked fit, he began to dispose his clothes. The ripping and rustling of fabric filled the empty room as the eldest two triplets stared at their younger brother. “He. Loves-”
“Me!” Phryque interjected, a high pitched laughter drifting over the sound of destroyed clothes. “Just me! I’m the favorite.”
“You’re insane,” said Creep. He peered down into the box of rats, one elegant black eyebrow quirking. “Phryque, these rats are dying.”
“I know.” Phryque gazed down into the box of his pets, an unearthly smile on his face. “I covered my hand with cyanide and arsenic.”
“Oh. Good job, then. Now what are we to do with Benton?” Creep straightened back up, sparing a glance at Reject. “We could use his body as an experiment. Didn’t father want to start reviving the dead? Make some unnatural army of…what was that ‘Z’ word from last century?”
“Zombies!”
“Thank you, Phryque. Yes, zombies. I’d like a Benton zombie very much.”
“But,” Reject spoke up as he began to scratch at his skin, “wasn’t he very cut up?” Fighting against the pain, the youngest continued to try and alleviate the pain. Short clipped nails began to cut into his skin, leaving rivulets of scarlet in their wake. Holding back his screams, he only permitted small groans and grunts to push past his lips.
“Reject, shut up.” Creep rolled his eyes. “That is true. We’d have to stitch him back together.”
“Well, you’re good with a needle, nancy-boy.” Phryque pointed at Creep.
“I certainly am. Maybe I should work on sewing your mouth shut.”
“Mean.. Reject!” Phryque turned to the man who’d begun to pool blood on the floor. “Father’s going to be very upset if you ruin the room. It was just cleaned.” The sound of dripping blood mingled with the soft sobs from the young one, but the scratching noise had stopped. “Maybe we can get him and feed his parts to the new rats. See if they can ingest silicon.”
“Good idea. After all, Mother did say, ‘Waste not, want not.’ It’s why she’s always in us.” Creep laid a hand over his heart.
Phryque followed the motion, keeping the insane grin on his features. “Right here, in our hearts.”
Reject, slowly turning white, brought his hand up to his own chest. He felt the beating of his heart and knew the small piece of his mother’s heart that had gone to saving each of them still moved with him. “I’ll get Benton for you…”
End
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Title: Waste Not, Want Not
Rating: PG-13, Warning of some seriously disturbed creatures
Challenge: Vanilla #9: "Mother Used to Say____"
Toppings: Hot Fudge
Story: Spectrum
Word Count: 719 words
A/N: This is centered around the Deadfayth triplets, the main villains of my story. Each one had their "enhancement" cause a different sort of problem, some of which are evident in this short.. Second story today because I was without internet-ready computer the past few days.
Waste Want, Want Not
Angst stormed into the room, ignorant of the blood soaking through the black fabric of his clothes. The leather jacket was unzipped down to the middle of his chest, revealing the light hair covering the pale skin. If there were any muscles, they were well hidden in his wiry frame. Tossing a blood scalpel onto the bed in the center of the lab room, he turned to punch the wall. “Stupid Secondary!”
Wahnsinn,, better known as Phryque, had been sitting pleasantly with his box of lab rats as his brother entered the room. He glanced up at the eldest of the triplets, leaving his hand to be sniffed and nibbled on. Blowing pieces of his short, spiked black hair from his face, he narrowed blue-streaked eyes meeting Angst‘s gold. “Creep,” he called his brother by his nickname, “you failed?” A maniacal grin spread across his face, bearing teeth and fangs. “You failed to kill Secondary?”
“Shut up!” Creep shoved the wheeled bed, sending Phryque across the room on it. “You left Benton there! Chopped up on the floor! What a waste.” As fast as his anger had come, it disappeared, leaving him in stoicism.
Reject whimpered up at his two brothers from his place on the floor. His eyes, streaked with red, shifted between his blue-eyed brother to his golden-eyed brother. “Mother used to say ‘Waste not, want not.’ Maybe we should go get him.”
“For what, Reject? To be one of your play things? And stop whimpering,” reprimanded Creep.
“But the air hurts…”
“Well, that’s because your enhancement is a reject, like yourself,” Phryque said, shrugging one shoulder. “Dad gave you tactile enhancement because he hated you.”
“He did not!” Reject rose from his place on the floor, only to cry at the sensation of his silk shirt brushing against his back. In a panicked fit, he began to dispose his clothes. The ripping and rustling of fabric filled the empty room as the eldest two triplets stared at their younger brother. “He. Loves-”
“Me!” Phryque interjected, a high pitched laughter drifting over the sound of destroyed clothes. “Just me! I’m the favorite.”
“You’re insane,” said Creep. He peered down into the box of rats, one elegant black eyebrow quirking. “Phryque, these rats are dying.”
“I know.” Phryque gazed down into the box of his pets, an unearthly smile on his face. “I covered my hand with cyanide and arsenic.”
“Oh. Good job, then. Now what are we to do with Benton?” Creep straightened back up, sparing a glance at Reject. “We could use his body as an experiment. Didn’t father want to start reviving the dead? Make some unnatural army of…what was that ‘Z’ word from last century?”
“Zombies!”
“Thank you, Phryque. Yes, zombies. I’d like a Benton zombie very much.”
“But,” Reject spoke up as he began to scratch at his skin, “wasn’t he very cut up?” Fighting against the pain, the youngest continued to try and alleviate the pain. Short clipped nails began to cut into his skin, leaving rivulets of scarlet in their wake. Holding back his screams, he only permitted small groans and grunts to push past his lips.
“Reject, shut up.” Creep rolled his eyes. “That is true. We’d have to stitch him back together.”
“Well, you’re good with a needle, nancy-boy.” Phryque pointed at Creep.
“I certainly am. Maybe I should work on sewing your mouth shut.”
“Mean.. Reject!” Phryque turned to the man who’d begun to pool blood on the floor. “Father’s going to be very upset if you ruin the room. It was just cleaned.” The sound of dripping blood mingled with the soft sobs from the young one, but the scratching noise had stopped. “Maybe we can get him and feed his parts to the new rats. See if they can ingest silicon.”
“Good idea. After all, Mother did say, ‘Waste not, want not.’ It’s why she’s always in us.” Creep laid a hand over his heart.
Phryque followed the motion, keeping the insane grin on his features. “Right here, in our hearts.”
Reject, slowly turning white, brought his hand up to his own chest. He felt the beating of his heart and knew the small piece of his mother’s heart that had gone to saving each of them still moved with him. “I’ll get Benton for you…”
End
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