Understanding Gregory

Chapter 9

    "So you better run run, as fast as you can" Gregory sang quietly in the dark rather more happily than Cecil had rhymed.

    "I'm a spirit, and I'll eat you up up up, till my tums all full full full, wow thats actually really gross" Gregory said stopping for breath. She lent on her knees grasping in the fresh possibly mildly radioactive air.

    "Wow what a freak" Gregory mumbled to herself "good job I got outta that shit." Gregory said standing tall, her back, cracking. She began to walk again.She walked another three tiring miles in to the sunlight, before she began to get tired again. Here the grass was yellow, shading back to green. It was softer than the soulless mud, and right now, that seemed pretty good to Gregory. So she laid down, with her rucksack beside her, and went to sleep.

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    "This is not where I went to sleep" was the second thing to go through Gregory's head after she wondered "where the hell has the pub roof gone?" It was late morning, the sky solid blue, white puffy clouds pouted around their business, and around Gregory in a camp were several mildly scary people, but mostly they were over due for a haircut. It took a moment for her to realise her hands were tied up, with thick rope, cutting and letting blood out her wrists, as were her ankles.

    "Actually little boys do sell for more. It's like all the rich ones with power got born with some sick disease."

    "I think all the pedos, are sick, whether technically it's the same sex or not."

    "No, no I'm not disagreeing with you, I'm just saying it's a fetish."

    "Jeff-"

    "The fetish part comes more with the part where they beat the poor buggers to death." Jeff said. He had long black hair and skin with lighter patches. The other man had ginger hair, crusted brown skin, but he was young. They chatted casually of most peoples nightmares just beyond bonfire. Above the bonfire where cooking tin pots where the scent of celery leaked from.

    "Still gonna sell the fucker though aren't you?" The ginger one asked.

    "Course Tom, your such a donce sometimes." Jeff said. Behind the talking pair was a a cage. It was a caravan type, thick metal bars. The type the child catcher might use. In the middle a dark skinned woman was chained, her hair knotted and long, trying to escape the cage itself. The caravan that was detached from the cage sat some meters away, the front door open and bright colourful blankets falling out. To the left of Gregory sleeping were two women cuddled up, and free.

    

    "Oh, he's awake" Tom, the ginger one said pointing with a nod of his head. Gregory took in a sharp breath as she tried to sit up, a looser rope tied her to a tree. She pushed herself to sitting up. Jeff skipped over with a grin.

    "Well hello mate" Jeff said sitting on his knees "whats your name?" Tom walked and knelt down by the other side of Gregory. His breath smelt like that of a teachers who cared not for hygiene.

    "Oh, no sir, please let me go, my name's go fuck yourself" Gregory said, pushing himself so he could sit up more comfortably.

    "Haaha" Tom snuffled a laugh wiping his nose.

    "Goddammit it Tom" Jeff said "look kid you can tell us your name, or I will give you one."

    "Aye, well alright then I'll tell you, coz to me it don't look like you got the brains to be doing that." Gregory sneered.