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Little Boy
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Jimmy fumbled with the pack, panting with exhaustion. He’d spent the better part of the day clearing out the shopping mart of its remaining supplies, judging what to take, what not to waste his time on. That and trying to retain alertness. He’d put himself through a hell of a lot and his strength was pitiful to begin with. Easy tasks and monotony were tiring. Twice he’d fallen asleep mid-task, when he’d only meant to sit down for a moment and catch his breath. His joints ached. He knew he was playing the game stupid, but it was a risk he had to take. There was no reason to overexert himself in packing, he’d need everything in the coming hours.

It was silent outside; he’d even heard a birdcall once.

What I wouldn’t do for a bird right now. Bang it against the wall till it’s dead. How would it taste? Meat. Meat meat meat. Hehe. Bang it till it’s dead, heheh.

He wasn’t sure why, but he’d developed a craving for meat. Hamburgers, steak, anything. Perhaps it was the fact he couldn’t cook it, and hadn’t had a good meal since waking up on the island. Jimmy was no survival expert, he had no idea how to build a cook fire, fix himself a proper meal. He took the canned foods, the things he could eat raw.

Show them how you’re worth it, when you get out there, fucking show them what you’re like, what you’ve become. Don’t talk. Don’t fucking talk anymore. Prove it. Words are filth, fuck you. Fuck you, coward. You were a dirty coward, don’t try to deny it-

It was hard to focus on anything anymore. His mind felt shattered, and he felt vulnerable. Sometimes he’d catch himself scratching at his wrists, not knowing why. It left him feeling afraid, and that wouldn’t do at all. He’d punched himself in the gut until his pain replaced his fear, and he’d forgotten what he’d done in the first place.

Moxie, people use it as a term now. You got moxie, you got balls. Heheh. Danya pulled a fast one. He knew what I could do- so he gave me the moxie, ain’t that right?

Aside from his foodstuffs, Jimmy had little belongings left. His clothes were tattered, but he didn’t care so much about them. His gun was working fine-, he’d fired it once at a shelf to ensure it wasn’t broken. A bullet wasted, but much gained.

Unless they thought it was a joke. Unless- unless they thought cus I didn’t have any- they thought it was a joke. They were laughing at me. Just like back then, they might not have said it but they were ALL laughing at me. And it just keeps on rolling doesn’t it, laughing at the King, that’s how they thought it’d be, those fucking cunts those fucking PIECES OF SHIT-

He’d smashed a till at the thought, throwing it at a window, watching it crack and pretending it was a face. He’d screamed and cursed as it hurt his throat, bellowed and kicked until his face was red and he’d spit up blood. His throat was raw for the rest of the day, but he’d shown them.

But it wasn’t enough. Oh no, it wasn’t enough at all. He had his gun, but he had a mission. They’d killed Rosa, and the more he thought on it, the more he was sure she was the only one he’d ever loved. He stoked the embers, spending time walking up and down the store with his gun in hand, smiling and shaking, remembering what he was going to do. Inside, he felt like crying, but he beat himself in the face until he dare not think it.

Kill. Fuck. Kill. Kill. Kill fucking everything- kill fucking everyone. Hero, fucking pussy, that’s what I am, you fucking piece of shit. Fucking kill yourself Jimmy, that’s what you should do. But no, not yet because they’re filth, so kill. Kill, not so hard right? Mad dog, let’s see your war face, all the heroes had a war face so let’s see yours Jimmy, you fucking whore- slit throats, cut cocks, fucking kill kill kill, that’s what you’re about right Jimmy?

He grew fond of smashing the windows, so he wouldn’t have to look at himself. Minutes turned into hours. Rosa never came back. His rage grew.

Doesn’t she know it’s dangerous out there? Fucking bitch, doesn’t she know I’m the man, I’m the one? I’m the one who’s going to get out alive, ain’t that right? Oh yes, that’s what I said yesterday, that’s what I say today. Fucking whore. Come back Rosa, come back

But Rosa was dead and buried and he’d dug her up himself and screamed that story already.

It’s not fair. She was perfect.

Worst fucking nightmare Jimmy, you’re their worst fucking nightmare. You want to make it out buddy, right? So you gotta be your enemy, you gotta be worse then them. Wear a mask, that’s what a coward would do, right? AND YOU ARE A COWARD, RIGHT JIMMY?

And so the day passed. Or maybe more. Jimmy ate and slept and shit, and bid his time.

Night came again, and Jimmy smiled to himself.

Worst fucking nightmare. Moxie. Fuck and kill and don’t be afraid. Heroes can’t die. That’s what you decided you were, right?
Edited by Little Boy, Jul 19 2011, 11:20 PM.
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