Weep Little Lion Man // Lulu

Again he raised the knife and it crashed into the body as he flung his arm down. The blade bit deep into to man’s chest. Tiberius dragged it down his body, ripping the flesh into two in a long and ragged line. He raised his arm up again and brought it down on the already dead man. “Tiberius stop. The man is dead.” The gentle words of his partner make him hesitate, his arm came to a quivering stop just inches from the man’s blood stained skin. “I always overdo it? Don’t I?” He said with a light chuckle. I jabbed the blade into the dead body making sure it stuck. Than with great elegance he hoped up, wiping the blood smoothly from his face. “Did you ever wonder how we got into this kind of business?” He asked looking away from Shadow and the body that was all that separated them. The alleyway was quiet, but then they were always quite. It was why it was the best place to commit murder. Pleasant things can often happen as well in dark places.

”I thought it was our love for caring for the drug addicts in the world that made us do this.” The light laugh that followed made Tiberius look at him, it was the kind of sweet sound that made his heart feel light and fluffy, the way that he loved to feel, because he knew that it was this boy making him feel that way. Those feelings made him do silly things. -

Death seemed to fill the streets in a way where you could sense it from the corner of your eyes like a shadow, but when you looked there was nothing there. It was hiding unseen waiting for its next victim, crouched in the depths of the dark alleyways and hiding. Than it would strike and sink its claws deep into its victim the weak put up no fight and the fighters fell hard. Tiberius had fought with death all his life he had also been with it in sending a multitude of people to an early grave. But he resented the word death, for it was what threatened him every day. He knew there were people out there who seeked his blood, they might not know who he was, but every funeral came the cries of bloody murder and the wish that the killer would be killed and in the most gruesome way possible. No, death was not a new thing in this boy’s life, but it scared him like hell.

Stupid was an understatement when it came to people who did not fear death. There was nothing, but evil when death was around. Tiberius never could understand how a person could possibly welcome death? Why would you want to call upon a dieases that killed you, it tore the life from you very limbs leaving you as a nothing, a no one, but a memory. Hoping for your killer was not a way to live, you had to avoid that and fight it, hide and run like a coward, but it was the cowards who lived, they were not the ones who were buried six feet below the ground, they stood on the Earth and held it in their hands because they were alive and breathing. Death claimed you and held you, Tiberius couldn’t think of a worse punishment than death. That would be the end of everything, death was no escape from the world it was nothing, but a block in the road, preventing you from getting any further, only a true coward used death to run. Only a true coward used death to escape the problems they faced, because they were too scared to stand like a real man.

Standing right here and peering down at the dead man was not helping Tiberius’ mood. His eyes quickly travelled over the cold pale body and stiff limbs. As always looking at the body only made him remember the time he had stood here staring at his own mothers cold, dead body. But there had been no weeping people, there had only been one little boy staring at his mum. Tiberius had had no one to help him through that, unlike this man here, his mother had had just one person attend her death, and her burial? It was nothing, what kind of boy could afford a decent burial, when he was no more than ten years old? Suddenly all he could see was his mother, his eyes flickered to her face, she was so very young, but the bruises around her neck told another story all together. Tiberius could remember the man grabbing her around the throat and shaking her until she didn’t move. All because she had tried to protect him.

He shook his head, it hadn’t been his fault she was dead, it hadn’t? That man had tried to kill him his mother had gotten into the way, and he had killed her. Tiberius couldn’t remember much of what had happened next, he had ran until he couldn’t run any further he had ran until each breath caused so much pain he had collapsed. He turned himself away from the dead body. He always knew that when he started to remember the bad stuff he had been here too long. Tiberius always turned up to his victims funerals it was his last respect to the dead and it was often his way to tell them how silly they had been for messing with him. He always made sure to ignore the family and the way they cried; holding each other as if it was all they had keeping them alive and not running off to be with the dead, but Tiberius didn’t watch all that, he didn’t stare at them.

"Whole time. Since the beginning of the wake." Really? That whole time. "I had to be. I work here, 's my job to be here for the whole thing." It was Tiberius’ turn to raise an eyebrow. He hadn’t realised the boy worked here. He quickly took in the uniform; he had thought the boy belonged with the other wallowing moaners, but apparently not. He frowned. He still wasn’t certain of how much the boy had heard, or if he had heard anything for that matter. “Wow you are stuck here all day. How lame.” He responded. He bite his lip sharply, where had that come from? His mouth slipped open, startled. He hadn’t meant to say that. “I mean… Ermm… What did you hear?” He finished lamely.