Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 41
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Mateo was having the weirdest dream. He knew it had to be a dream because the big brown lug was in it, and he didn't have any reason to talk to this buffoon in real life. Still, he didn't want to wake up just yet, not until he could put the bastard in his place.
"What's wrong, Matty?" the Wolf asked in the most condescending way imaginable, all smiles and good cheer. "Can't get high enough? Those stubby little legs too short for you?"
"I am perfectly normal! You're the oversized freak!" Mateo shouted and leapt as high as he could, reaching... reaching...
His fingers brushed the smooth skin of the grapes right before the massive idiot jerked them out of his grasp yet again.
Mateo dropped down to the ground, moist beads of condensation actually trickling from his fingertips while the giant jerk cackled like a loon far, far above him.
"That was so close, Matty!" he said, daintily waving the bushel of grapes like a floppy dinner bell. "Why don't you try again? I'm sure you'll do it this time."
"You bastard! Gimme those grapes!" Mateo jumped straight up, wildly swinging his claws through the air, but the Wolf was always yanking them out of reach at the last second.
"Oh, nearly had 'em that time, Matty!" He threw its head back and laughed, exposing rows upon rows of sharp, yellow teeth, swimming in pools of drool. "Wanna try again? Here, I'll make it easy for you." He bent down and dangled the grapes right above Mateo's head, the shiny red globes glistening in the sun, dripping with moisture, so full of juice it looked like they were ready to pop.
"I don't need your help! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!" Mateo made a mad grab for the grapes, but it was as if the Wolf could read his every movement, keeping the prize just an inch above his grasping hands.
"Did you just call your own mother a bitch, Matty?" he asked, his eyes as round as dinner plates. "That's not very nice!"
"Shut up! She's not your mother and you're not her son! She's my mother! I'm the only son she has! And Kiana's not your girlfriend either, she's my fiancée!"
"Oh really? If you want her so badly, then why don't you try and take her from me?"
"I will!"
"Then go ahead. Try it."
The Wolf was now holding a bushel of Kiana heads between his pinched fingers, and all of them were shouting at him in high-pitched voices, mocking him, insulting him, driving him mad.
"You're pathetic!"
"Eww, eww, eww!!"
"Disgusting! Leave me alone!"
Mateo jumped up, trying desperately to grab on, but they were dancing just out of reach, always, always just out of reach...
"I don't love you, Mateo! I love Ander! He's huuuuge!"
"We'll never be together! Why can't you get that through your thick skull!?"
"You jerk!"
"Where is your shoe?"
The heads were sticking their tongues out at him, spitting on him, sneering at him, laughing at him, ridiculing him even as he tried his very best, jumping up and down, gasping for breath...
"Just leave me alone!"
"I don't love you!"
"Get away from me!"
"I don't love you!"
They were so high up... Was Ander always this tall? He was looming up like a mountain, his laughter rumbling through the sky like blasts of thunder, and still the Kianas were screaming and laughing, throwing vile insults at him as their heads banged together, swinging from the vine...
"By the gods you're so ugly, Mateo!"
"And you can't shoot worth a damn! You say you tried to save me, but you almost shot my head off!"
"You're useless! You can't even hold your liquor!"
Mateo couldn't take this anymore. What right did she have to scream at him like that? After all he's done for her? "Stop it, Kiana!" he screamed, sweat pouring from his face. "Don't you dare talk to me like that! Can't you see I love you?"
The heads all opened their mouths and screeched in unison: "I don't love you! I don't love you! I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!"
And the giant was still laughing. Just laughing and laughing with that retarded grin plastered all over his face. Nothing but a musclebound oaf who couldn't even find his own tail in broad daylight with both hands and a torch. And Kiana... she... she...
She can love her precious Ander and go rot!
"FINE!!" Mateo bellowed, shaking his fist in the air. "You want Kiana? You can HAVE HER!! I don't want her anymore! She... She's sour! Yeah, that's what she is! She's just sour and I don't want any of your stupid grapes because they're sour! You hear me you giant piece of trash!? SOUR, I say!! S-
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