Post by Puppet on Jul 28, 2007 20:37:42 GMT -5
There was very little about that small apartment that was extraordinary or exciting. One would walk past the place and not give it a second glance as they continued down that neglected street of Fort Mac. They might, perhaps, be inclined to give it a second look if they saw a slightly tall, gaunt figure brooding by a window, glaring out at the streets below, and would then quickly walk past the place, dismissing it as another of the day’s oddities.
But there was something about that small apartment that was well beyond the realm of normalcy, well beyond even just a simple oddity, and it had little to do with the brooding man by the windowsill. A young man, barely considered an adult by society, sat splay-legged on the floor, clutching a doll close to his heart. Some form of mental disorder rendered the young man’s mind comparable to that of a small child, save one minor exception:
The boy was a monster. It was only the small doll in the form of a deer, held lovingly between his arms, that kept him from tearing as many apart as he could. If that small item was ever lost, all semblance of control over the boy would be lost as well.
#
Amidst the chaos that one Friday night, Jacob found himself wondering just how the bloody hell Donny had managed to lose the damn doll. Could Donny even open windows? For that matter, why had he opened the window in the first place? And why did he think Jacob had stolen it? It had fallen out the window!
Jacob was distracted from his thoughts as a well-placed kick by Donny landed firmly in his stomach. He bent over with pain, his eyes stinging as tears streamed down his face. Damn, the brat could kick.
“Where’s Bambi?!” He demanded, aiming a furious kick at Jacob’s skull, who rolled out of the way in the nick of time.
“I don’t know where the fuckin’ doll is, dammit!” Jacob said, clumsily getting to his feet while clutching his stomach. Donny blamed Jacob for the disappearance of Bambi, as Jacob had made a habit of stealing it whenever he wanted to use it to control Donny. He’d always been this violent when Bambi was taken, but as Jacob didn’t actually have Bambi to barter with, Donny was just becoming more and more enraged.
“Bambi!” Donny yelled, apparently at a loss for a more accurate description of his plight.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go find it, it’s probably just on the street somewhere,” Jacob muttered, carefully watching Donny for fear of getting kicked again. “We’ll go find it,” he corrected, seeing the murderous look on Donny’s face which clearly said “Keep me from my doll and I’ll kill you.”
Jacob’s hands were all but shaking off of their respective arms. Sweat came down his face as he made his way across the apartment, glancing at Donny who looked remarkably savage. His arms hung limply at his side for whatever reason, and a crazed, furious look was upon his unnaturally young face. If Jacob couldn’t find that doll soon... he shuddered to think of what might happen, particularly with Donny, for all intents and purposes, loose upon the streets of Fort Mac.
He all but ran out into the thankfully deserted street, frantically scanning the patches of streetlight for any sign of the small doll. He couldn’t see anything in the endless circles of light on the ground, venturing to guess that Bambi lay somewhere in the darkness.
Donny had guessed the same thing, it seemed, and he dashed off into the night.
“Donny!” Jacob cried out, scanning the darkness futilely for his manic younger brother. Donny didn’t respond, but continued to bolt down the streets at a breakneck pace. “Ah, hell,” Jacob muttered, chasing after his brother, hoping to some unknown deity that his and his brother’s running through the street wouldn’t disturb anyone.
He ran down the street like a madman, trying to catch up with Donny, who had outstripped him just as easily as Jacob had expected. However, it didn’t take him much longer than a few seconds to catch his brother... sitting on the road, holding something that was desperately trying to get out of his grip....
“Donny, get off the road!” Jacob said sharply, running up to him and trying to heave him off of the ground. He was almost surprised by what he saw, but he’d been living with Donny long enough to expect to see what he did. In one hand, he held a rescued Bambi. In the other, a weakly protesting stray cat that must’ve taken Bambi when it fell to the street.
A manic gleam was in his eye as he tightened his grip around the cat’s throat, choking the life out of it. It was flailing manically, but it was a small, starved little thing, and its claws couldn’t find their way to Donny’s skin. There was a disturbing crunch as Donny snapped the cat’s neck and, surprisingly enough, obediently followed Jacob to the sidewalk. Even more surprisingly, he tossed the cat’s dead body aside, embracing Bambi with both arms. He held the deer tight against his chest, careful not to apply too much pressure for fear to damage the one thing that he held dear.
“Come on, Donny. Let’s go home,” Jacob commanded, walking down the street. Donny, pacified with his doll, followed suit, clutching his doll.
It’s a good thing it didn’t go far, Jacob thought to himself. He took a brief glance at Donny, who now looked as misleadingly innocent as he ever did.
But there was something about that small apartment that was well beyond the realm of normalcy, well beyond even just a simple oddity, and it had little to do with the brooding man by the windowsill. A young man, barely considered an adult by society, sat splay-legged on the floor, clutching a doll close to his heart. Some form of mental disorder rendered the young man’s mind comparable to that of a small child, save one minor exception:
The boy was a monster. It was only the small doll in the form of a deer, held lovingly between his arms, that kept him from tearing as many apart as he could. If that small item was ever lost, all semblance of control over the boy would be lost as well.
#
Amidst the chaos that one Friday night, Jacob found himself wondering just how the bloody hell Donny had managed to lose the damn doll. Could Donny even open windows? For that matter, why had he opened the window in the first place? And why did he think Jacob had stolen it? It had fallen out the window!
Jacob was distracted from his thoughts as a well-placed kick by Donny landed firmly in his stomach. He bent over with pain, his eyes stinging as tears streamed down his face. Damn, the brat could kick.
“Where’s Bambi?!” He demanded, aiming a furious kick at Jacob’s skull, who rolled out of the way in the nick of time.
“I don’t know where the fuckin’ doll is, dammit!” Jacob said, clumsily getting to his feet while clutching his stomach. Donny blamed Jacob for the disappearance of Bambi, as Jacob had made a habit of stealing it whenever he wanted to use it to control Donny. He’d always been this violent when Bambi was taken, but as Jacob didn’t actually have Bambi to barter with, Donny was just becoming more and more enraged.
“Bambi!” Donny yelled, apparently at a loss for a more accurate description of his plight.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go find it, it’s probably just on the street somewhere,” Jacob muttered, carefully watching Donny for fear of getting kicked again. “We’ll go find it,” he corrected, seeing the murderous look on Donny’s face which clearly said “Keep me from my doll and I’ll kill you.”
Jacob’s hands were all but shaking off of their respective arms. Sweat came down his face as he made his way across the apartment, glancing at Donny who looked remarkably savage. His arms hung limply at his side for whatever reason, and a crazed, furious look was upon his unnaturally young face. If Jacob couldn’t find that doll soon... he shuddered to think of what might happen, particularly with Donny, for all intents and purposes, loose upon the streets of Fort Mac.
He all but ran out into the thankfully deserted street, frantically scanning the patches of streetlight for any sign of the small doll. He couldn’t see anything in the endless circles of light on the ground, venturing to guess that Bambi lay somewhere in the darkness.
Donny had guessed the same thing, it seemed, and he dashed off into the night.
“Donny!” Jacob cried out, scanning the darkness futilely for his manic younger brother. Donny didn’t respond, but continued to bolt down the streets at a breakneck pace. “Ah, hell,” Jacob muttered, chasing after his brother, hoping to some unknown deity that his and his brother’s running through the street wouldn’t disturb anyone.
He ran down the street like a madman, trying to catch up with Donny, who had outstripped him just as easily as Jacob had expected. However, it didn’t take him much longer than a few seconds to catch his brother... sitting on the road, holding something that was desperately trying to get out of his grip....
“Donny, get off the road!” Jacob said sharply, running up to him and trying to heave him off of the ground. He was almost surprised by what he saw, but he’d been living with Donny long enough to expect to see what he did. In one hand, he held a rescued Bambi. In the other, a weakly protesting stray cat that must’ve taken Bambi when it fell to the street.
A manic gleam was in his eye as he tightened his grip around the cat’s throat, choking the life out of it. It was flailing manically, but it was a small, starved little thing, and its claws couldn’t find their way to Donny’s skin. There was a disturbing crunch as Donny snapped the cat’s neck and, surprisingly enough, obediently followed Jacob to the sidewalk. Even more surprisingly, he tossed the cat’s dead body aside, embracing Bambi with both arms. He held the deer tight against his chest, careful not to apply too much pressure for fear to damage the one thing that he held dear.
“Come on, Donny. Let’s go home,” Jacob commanded, walking down the street. Donny, pacified with his doll, followed suit, clutching his doll.
It’s a good thing it didn’t go far, Jacob thought to himself. He took a brief glance at Donny, who now looked as misleadingly innocent as he ever did.