Down On the Corner, the Deadly Are Rising
Mar 4, 2018 23:36:18 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 23:36:18 GMT
“Who do you even think you are, telling me to fuck off in the first place, Missy?” Tunny retorted, barely glancing at the girl, eyes still on the boy in front of him.
Well, it’s not like Miss Facespace was wrong about everything. The boy looked worse for wear, his messy dark hair was dirty and it didn’t look like he’d bathed in a while. Will had snapped at the girl too when she’d said her garbage. Why did she feel like she could talk to anyone that way just because of the way they looked?
The boy had turned to Tunny and was trying to explain his ravings. The way he spoke certain sentences was strange—like everything he spoke was a reference, some inside joke he couldn’t understand. So he took apart each sentence carefully, trying to logically piece together their meaning.
“Queenie didn’t like not winning.”
Tunny tried to hide his confused expression. He could get behind the idea that she didn’t like losing in general, but he couldn’t tell the meaning behind the way the boy worded his sentence. It was like something had happened in the past.
“She had to fix it so she was in charge again.”
This…was alarming to Tunny. In charge of what? Her company? Or something…bigger?
“Business woman of the year and dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind.”
Okay…I’m gonna leave that one alone.
“She’ll hunt me down again.”
Tunny narrowed his eyes in disbelief. This kid had personal business with Queenie? Dangerous business? He was just a kid. How could a grown woman be despicable enough to go after a high schooler? Tunny felt anger surge through him, already feeling protective of this boy he hardly knew.
He turned to stare at him when Tunny asked about seeing things.
Dumbass, Tunny scolded. Not all crazy people see things, you rude piece of shit.
But the stare turned thoughtful, and the boy started spouting out how he saw words, and lyrics, and heard these noises…
He had dreams too.
Tunny wasn’t alone. Someone felt what he felt, saw strange things in his dreams, just like him.
The only difference was the level of confidence the boy held about his beliefs. He seemed to know and understand why he saw what he did and truly believed what he was saying was true, was real. Tunny, meanwhile, was still skeptical about what his dreams meant, not even sure if they meant anything at all. Now he was even less sure.
What he was sure about was how poorly this kid has been treated, first by Paris and apparently by Queenie as well.
“Wow,” Tunny breathed. “That’s a lot of shit.”
First things first, though.
“Okay, we can talk about this later. Because we have a lot to talk about. For now...you could use a shower, Kiddo. I’ve got one in my apartment, two floors up. If you take me up on that offer, I’d also like a name. I’m Tunny,” he added after a moment. If he was going to help this mistreated kid, he might as well come off as a friend.
Well, it’s not like Miss Facespace was wrong about everything. The boy looked worse for wear, his messy dark hair was dirty and it didn’t look like he’d bathed in a while. Will had snapped at the girl too when she’d said her garbage. Why did she feel like she could talk to anyone that way just because of the way they looked?
The boy had turned to Tunny and was trying to explain his ravings. The way he spoke certain sentences was strange—like everything he spoke was a reference, some inside joke he couldn’t understand. So he took apart each sentence carefully, trying to logically piece together their meaning.
“Queenie didn’t like not winning.”
Tunny tried to hide his confused expression. He could get behind the idea that she didn’t like losing in general, but he couldn’t tell the meaning behind the way the boy worded his sentence. It was like something had happened in the past.
“She had to fix it so she was in charge again.”
This…was alarming to Tunny. In charge of what? Her company? Or something…bigger?
“Business woman of the year and dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind.”
Okay…I’m gonna leave that one alone.
“She’ll hunt me down again.”
Tunny narrowed his eyes in disbelief. This kid had personal business with Queenie? Dangerous business? He was just a kid. How could a grown woman be despicable enough to go after a high schooler? Tunny felt anger surge through him, already feeling protective of this boy he hardly knew.
He turned to stare at him when Tunny asked about seeing things.
Dumbass, Tunny scolded. Not all crazy people see things, you rude piece of shit.
But the stare turned thoughtful, and the boy started spouting out how he saw words, and lyrics, and heard these noises…
He had dreams too.
Tunny wasn’t alone. Someone felt what he felt, saw strange things in his dreams, just like him.
The only difference was the level of confidence the boy held about his beliefs. He seemed to know and understand why he saw what he did and truly believed what he was saying was true, was real. Tunny, meanwhile, was still skeptical about what his dreams meant, not even sure if they meant anything at all. Now he was even less sure.
What he was sure about was how poorly this kid has been treated, first by Paris and apparently by Queenie as well.
“Wow,” Tunny breathed. “That’s a lot of shit.”
First things first, though.
“Okay, we can talk about this later. Because we have a lot to talk about. For now...you could use a shower, Kiddo. I’ve got one in my apartment, two floors up. If you take me up on that offer, I’d also like a name. I’m Tunny,” he added after a moment. If he was going to help this mistreated kid, he might as well come off as a friend.
