The Devil in the Form of Those That Follow: Calamitous

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

TW: Overdose, attempted suicide 

"It makes me sick."

"Why do I have to stay out here?" Nixon asked. He was sitting in a car with a baby in his arms; That baby being Gene.

"You have a child in your hands right now," Carmen told him.

"Why do I have to watch him?"

"Didn't use a condom," Leo chuckled.

"I did you dickwad," Nixon gave him a dirty look, "Fine. I'll stay here."

"How obedient," Carmen grinned.

"Bitchboy," Leo mumbled before hopping out of the car, just barely missing Nixon's hand.

Nixon rolled his eyes, "This is dumb... isn't it?" Gene stared at him, absently. Nixon's lips formed a straight line. He stared at Gene, looking at every feature on his face. "You do look like me," he mumbled, "Just a bit chubbier."

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"CLOVER?! CLO-" Finley cried out before a fist hit his cheek. His body was tied against a chair. His eyes were also covered.

"Will ya shut up?" a voice said. It sounded like Catrina, just with a stronger accent. It sounded Irish.

Finley spit out some blood, "Where is she?!"

"If ya don't-" She was interrupted by the sound of a large door opening, "What?"

"She's passed out. I zink it was from shock," another voice said. That one sounded like Atlas.

"Go ahead and drag her in here. Don't want to be behind," Finley then heard the echo of a chair scraping against the metal floor.

"Clover?" he muttered. His question was greeted with another fist.

"Shut up will ya," the presumed voice of Catrina ordered, "Save ya voice for the big man."

Finley went to say something, but it instead came out as a breath.

"When will he be here?" the other voice asked.

"He may be outside already. Let's go check,"

The door slammed shut as the echo of feet became quieter in the distance. Finley looked to where he thought Clover was.

"Please tell me you're okay," he mumbled, his blindfold becoming wet with his tears.

After waiting for a couple seconds for an answer, he tried once again, "Clover, can you hear me?"

He then heard a small groan and movement, he straightened up, "Clover? Clover, are you okay?"

Before she could answer if she was or not, they heard doors opening along with voices.

Footsteps began to walk towards them. "Took you two long enough," they heard a different voice say; It was deeper than the other two. In fact, it was more threatening all around.

"Well, we first had to-" The voice who they presumed was Atlas attempted to speak, but was cut off by Catrina, or who they thought was her.

"What they mean is that we're sorry for taking so long, it won't happen again," The footsteps stopped in front of them. One of them walked in front of Finley. He could feel breathing on his face.

"Tell me about your family," It was the threatening voice.

"W-What?" Finley asked, taken back.

The person seemed to get closer, "You know who I'm talking about."

"I-I really don't,"

The person grunted, "That puny uncle of yours."