Gilman Black (gilmanblack) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-05-10 12:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle002, gilman, mike |
Who: Gilman & Mike.
What: The Last Hurrah of Team Murder Bros.
Where: Gilman’s trailer.
When: January 14th, late afternoon.
Warnings: Drug use, coarse language, usual Murder Bro stuff. Brief cameo of Tatum's gross corpse.
His second kill hadn’t been as satisfying as he’d hoped. Tatum had been an uncooperative bitch, and he definitely regretted how much time he’d wasted with Dahlia. Just strangling her? Really? When she’d been so pliant, so agreeable? Not like Tatum. At least that bitch was fucking dead. There was probably way more blood than was possible to clean up, but that was okay. He didn’t need to use this trailer for his work. He just needed girls, and a place to develop his film, and everything would be okay.
It had been a painful shower, and even after sleeping on it, his face looked like he’d gotten the shit beat out of him. Beaten and then scratched. And after sleeping on it? Everything was turning fun colours. And if he breathed through his nose sometimes it made a weird whistling sound. Fucking Max. Fucking Tatum. Fucking everyone in this town who didn’t understand what a sacred fucking charge he had.
He had long since taken his picture, developed it, and mounted it in his album, and now he was sitting on his couch, holding an unopened can of beer against his more savaged eye. It was his absolutely last one, and he did intend to drink it. Eventually. It felt too nice. When there was a knock at his door he dropped it onto the floor with a loud, “FUCK” of frustration. What if it was the cops? There was a dead girl and a lot of blood and he couldn’t just throw a sheet over her and say she was sleeping.
But he couldn’t just stay inside.
Gilman peeped through his blinds and almost instantly relaxed. Oh. Just Mike.
“Hey, man,” Gilman said, revealing a newly gap-toothed smile, “C’mon in. This isn’t Tatum’s work,” he hurriedly gestured to his messed up face, “Except for this scratchy part. She was a real fucking cunt right to the bitter end.”
Gilman closed the door behind Mike once he was in and gestured him to the back area, where Tatum’s corpse lie, naked, legs splayed and caked with dried blood, and a pair of scissors jutting out of pulverized meat that might’ve been a face once.