The Shadow's sunshine
#4 of Character
Caution, not a nice story. Another tale of what happens when an inner being, someones Shadow, decides its time it flowed out through them. Little dark, contains spousal abuse, so you are hereby warned.
There is no yiff here, I put adult (and had to put M/F) because I don't think this is quite suitable for clean.
"You stupid bitch, how could you burn dinner? It's what I fucking married you for!" I yelled, striking out with a snarl. Her hurt sobs and crying just making me angrier.
I stalked to our room, pushing past her as I went, don't know why I even married her, "Good for nothing." I muttered under my breath.
The dream came again, like last time. He was a five foot four freak, half man half rodent, I hated how he demeaned me like this.
Within that dream, I was stuck inside him, seeing what he saw, feeling what he felt, and it scared and angered me.
He got more women than I could, before or after I was married. He fucked better than I did. And he had women wrapped around his little finger.
"Fuck!" I screamed, waking from the nightmare again.
I tried to sit up and couldn't, something was holding my arms and legs back, that bitch had tied me to the bed.
"Get your arse in here now and let me go or so help you I'll... I'll..." I trailed off, looking up at the roof.
You are the worst kind of scum
So this day I leave you bare,
To teach you to treat the fair
And not drown in a bottle of rum
I blinked, a poem?
Growling with feral abandon, trying to rip my arms free, she was doing this to me, she found out about my dreams somehow, about the freak and his love for bad poetry.
"When I find you I am going to beat you so fuckin-" I cut off as I felt one arm become free.
Smiling, just smiling I reached over and undid the other restraint, freeing my arms.
I stalked into the lounge room, expecting her to be there.
Instead there was a tape and a key.
Picking up the tape, I put it in the VCR blankly, not really understanding why I was doing it.
"Hi!" my own face said to me, "If you managed to fight your way this far, then here's a sample of what's to come."
The guy walked back from the camera, it looked exactly like me, exactly, I was trying to process this as my wife came on the screen from the left, blowing kisses at the camera and turning to my look-alike, kissed him, and was kissed, passionately.
"Fucking slut, wait till I find these two..." I muttered, eyes glued to the screen, unable to look away.
I watched the guy screw my wife, "My WIFE!" I said out loud for my own emphasis, every way you could imagine, and a few I had not even thought of.
As the screen darkened I picked up the key, "Fuckers dead, and her too if she is still stupid enough to be there."
I studded the keyring, there was an address.
Driving around I found the room quickly and, pulling the pistol from my glove compartment, I stalked toward the room.
Fitting the key into the lock I turned it, opening the door.
A pain flared in my hand, the gun hit the ground.
My wife with a baseball bat, a soft smile on her bruised face, "Jack, so glad you could make it." she said, swinging at my stomach this time.
As I sat there, gasping for breath, knowing several ribs were broken she walked casually over to the TV and turned it on, pressing play on the VCR.
His face appeared on the screen, looking just like me.
"Hi Jack, remember me? No? Well you will soon. In all honesty Debbie didn't really have to hit us that hard, I just figured she deserved to have a little more revenge on you and it would help distract you from this..." he said, but if he continued I didn't hear it, pain screamed through my head, I felt another awareness pool around my own and the slow, cool voice of that fucking rodent from my dreams say, "Jack, all you had to do was show one bit of affection, just a hint of love and it wouldn't have come to this."
Pain became everything, I couldn't escape it and it tightened around me, making me less and less, I tried to cry out one last time but I was severed from everything now, there was only the pain...
-
I straitened the clothes the scum bag had been wearing, they were much too big for my slim, short rat body, but they wouldn't be there soon.
I heard her voice then, my angel, "Well, it adds up, even a 'dirty rat' would be less of a bastard than him."
She brought her lips to my muzzle then, and I worked on erasing every thought of him from her memory, through love.
My ribs were a little sore, but it was a small price to pay.
Yes, I know, I should really stop listening to Tool, but their songs give me such wonderfull dark thoughts.