Alter Arlo

by Nordika Night

“You have pain and grief. Yum. You have hate and rage. Delicious. You have power and promises. Mm.”

“You panic and stop breathing. You hate yourself for not breathing because of your promises. Your promises tie you to this lake, and this lake ties you to your past. Your past haunts you, but the memories of it please you. Conflicted.”

Inhale the chaos.

Keiran climbed right over top of my body to lay on his back beside me.

Clue

“You made my cheeks get hot, so I wore the paint to cool them down.”

Clue

Finn’s cheeks were covered with his bandana, I could see the flush creep up to his forehead and right under his eyes.

Clue

“He’s not crazy,” I defended, even though he most certainly was crazy. “He’s my stalker.”

“Don’t die now. I can’t…I can’t live in this fucked up world without hating you.”

I can’t live without hating you either. It’s all I’ve fucking got.”

“Ever heard of dissociative identity disorder?”

BOOM! Definitely read the foreshadowing for this.

“I don’t get it,” Zade whispered, shaking his head. “He picked me.” He shook terribly, and his voice broke. “He picked me.”

I was shattered for the man I reluctantly loved to hate.

“We’ll figure this out,” I told him. “Together.” I smacked his cheeks. “I fucking pick you too, Zaden. Every goddamn time. I pick you.”

And I’d continue to pick him for as long as my ratchet-ass heart pumped blood.

“And when something happens, the water will save him like his twin’s blanket.”

So soothing...

Zan looked at me like he loved me. Keiran looked at me like he possessed me.

“To come into my space is…” “A fucking gift,”

I want every fucking last bit of you. Your weird habits, the way you blush, the cleaning, and the goddamn stick up your ass. I want it all. I want…I want you to pick me like I pick you. I…” Never one for words but also not one to stutter, my throat closed up with a monumental truth that was afraid to come out. “I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours.” I wrapped my hand around his and the bottle of lube. “In here.” I tapped his head. “In here.” I tapped his heart. “And in here.” I ran my hand over his stiff dick. “All of you.”

“I pick you, Zaden. Now and every day. Just you.”

“To haunt the darkness of the night with you. To no longer be enslaved to freedom but freed by my slaver. To scare you nightly by threatening death, but to kill you slowly by providing you cigarettes. To carry your baggage, but to never actually do it because you need it to build strength. To be an actor but never act with you. To chase endlessness with the greatest riddle of my life.”

But the real star of the show was Andi, Zade’s only female member. Painted in Keiran’s skeleton paint, her smile was wicked, and her eyes were bright as she drove a fucking army tank down the street,

Alexa, play Killdozer by Kim Dracula

I grinned, looking down in time to see the driver's side door open and a literal psycho-killer step out.

Alexa, play Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads

“I’m telling you I’ll hunt you forever and howl at you for eternity.”

“Ew!” Rosie shrieked. “There’s people on my boots!”

I definitely shouldn’t have laughed, loudly, at that.

“Take your gloves off, Finnegan,” I demanded, pumping him in my fist. “You might have given me a bit of a latex fetish and somehow turned me gay, but I love the feel of your real hands on me as much as I love you as a person.”

“Waiting for me?” he scoffed. Finnegan Ravish scoffed. Right in my space.

The temerity!