MICHELANGELO III [nowles, day 5]
Mar 31, 2022 17:24:55 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Mar 31, 2022 17:24:55 GMT -5
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Rosie shoots away from the rubble and I scream the whole damn way. It's therapeutic, I leave the hatch open, it's like being stuck in a wind tunnel.
I don't think we ever really learnt how to mourn, y'know? Fleur died and we all just kinda moved on. The factory kept going, the family kept going, no one really talks about her anymore.
The same thing happened when Mom died, Dad didn't talk about it. He just started crashing on Uncle Mourn's couch and Kade started to learn how to make pancakes without burning them and that was that. It's like it's an Adroxis tradition to just be numb to everything - you can't hurt if you don't feel, I guess.
Except I feel a lot. I always have, right from the beginning, and I think that's what made me so different.
For a whole year after we lost Mom I was awful. I backed up all Dad's pistols because I blamed him, laughed when they blew up in his face and then locked myself in my room and set the bedspread on fire. Yale was getting kicked around at school so I climbed up on the fire escape of the building next-door and shot at all the bullies with Hal's custom shattering bb pellets. The Keepers took Snot-Slinger when they took me to the Justice Building so I screamed at them through the door and broke one of the vases against the fireplace.
And I recognize it okay? I know it's not normal to use your cousin for target practice after they call you dumb. I know Mom would probably hate how well I can throw a punch now, but it doesn't matter. Because she's dead. And so is Fatima.
The best thing we Adroxis are good at is balling up our emotions and making them into something else. Dad gets tired, Kade gets energy. Uncle Mourn gets quiet, I get loud.
"HELLO?" I knock on the broken doorframe of the first building I find and the sound echos out, "Anybody home?"
Something growls in the darkness.
"'K, never mind."
Let's try another door.
My hands are itching now, I've got so much shit stored in Rosie's hull it's more like a junkyard than the junkyard is. I promised Fatima a bomb that could fit down Le Roux's pants and I've still gotta deliver it. Unless he's dead already. I heard another cannon boom on the way here, but with any luck its just Rafael's little boyfriend. He looked half dead when the alley came down, I wouldn't be surprised if he only got a few breaths in before he kicked it.
I've gotta wait until the anthem though - maybe someone took me up on that bounty after all.
And wouldn't that be perfect. Both of those fuckers dead. All three of them even - including the cannibal. It was supposed to be some kind of common goal, but Fatima wouldn't even be here to celebrate.
What's the fuckin' point then.
It's different having someone else keep you in check out here. I feel like I'm about to explode, or maybe I just wanna make something explode. That little voice of reason's gone now, I think my conscience went down with my ally, but I'm not really complaining.
“We're all killers here." Raf had said before the dust settled, but I know he'd never lower himself to something like that. He'd get his little dog to do it, that's more likely.
Kareem almost had the right idea. He'd had skill, he'd had practice, but look where that got him. Whoever took him out was more than a killer - what do you call a killer that kills a killer?
Doesn't really matter. Gonna call it Nowles soon.
I don't think we ever really learnt how to mourn, y'know? Fleur died and we all just kinda moved on. The factory kept going, the family kept going, no one really talks about her anymore.
The same thing happened when Mom died, Dad didn't talk about it. He just started crashing on Uncle Mourn's couch and Kade started to learn how to make pancakes without burning them and that was that. It's like it's an Adroxis tradition to just be numb to everything - you can't hurt if you don't feel, I guess.
Except I feel a lot. I always have, right from the beginning, and I think that's what made me so different.
For a whole year after we lost Mom I was awful. I backed up all Dad's pistols because I blamed him, laughed when they blew up in his face and then locked myself in my room and set the bedspread on fire. Yale was getting kicked around at school so I climbed up on the fire escape of the building next-door and shot at all the bullies with Hal's custom shattering bb pellets. The Keepers took Snot-Slinger when they took me to the Justice Building so I screamed at them through the door and broke one of the vases against the fireplace.
And I recognize it okay? I know it's not normal to use your cousin for target practice after they call you dumb. I know Mom would probably hate how well I can throw a punch now, but it doesn't matter. Because she's dead. And so is Fatima.
The best thing we Adroxis are good at is balling up our emotions and making them into something else. Dad gets tired, Kade gets energy. Uncle Mourn gets quiet, I get loud.
"HELLO?" I knock on the broken doorframe of the first building I find and the sound echos out, "Anybody home?"
Something growls in the darkness.
"'K, never mind."
Let's try another door.
My hands are itching now, I've got so much shit stored in Rosie's hull it's more like a junkyard than the junkyard is. I promised Fatima a bomb that could fit down Le Roux's pants and I've still gotta deliver it. Unless he's dead already. I heard another cannon boom on the way here, but with any luck its just Rafael's little boyfriend. He looked half dead when the alley came down, I wouldn't be surprised if he only got a few breaths in before he kicked it.
I've gotta wait until the anthem though - maybe someone took me up on that bounty after all.
And wouldn't that be perfect. Both of those fuckers dead. All three of them even - including the cannibal. It was supposed to be some kind of common goal, but Fatima wouldn't even be here to celebrate.
What's the fuckin' point then.
It's different having someone else keep you in check out here. I feel like I'm about to explode, or maybe I just wanna make something explode. That little voice of reason's gone now, I think my conscience went down with my ally, but I'm not really complaining.
“We're all killers here." Raf had said before the dust settled, but I know he'd never lower himself to something like that. He'd get his little dog to do it, that's more likely.
Kareem almost had the right idea. He'd had skill, he'd had practice, but look where that got him. Whoever took him out was more than a killer - what do you call a killer that kills a killer?
Doesn't really matter. Gonna call it Nowles soon.
nowles uses rocket booster (spare part, endurance) to travel from
junktown proper to the den
