Mutant Busters: Insomniac Hell

Chapter Thirteen. A week later.

TW!! Mentioned gore, depicted murder, religious trauma and swearing.

If I missed any, you know the drill!

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Sheriff was still asleep, but that didn't mean that the story was stopping. What this chapter holds is what happens before part two, which will take place in chapter fifteen. I guess you could call this filler, or call it what it really is. Which is a backstory, which is still filler. As your keeper of keys, and your teller of tales. I, the almighty Possum, I will make sure both of these chapters help you to see every one of their stories before we pick up where we left off in Sheriff's dreams. Until then, I'll be haunting yours, Maxwell Komijia.

"GAh- what? Where? Who?" I asked, much more confused than I'd like to admit. I looked around to see that no one was there, except for Sheriff. I don't think he counts, since he's still out cold. I still had my hand on his, mostly because it felt safer than letting Bp or Su near him. I don't trust either of them, no matter how good looking they are. I could feel myself holding Sheriff's hand a little tighter, remembering everything from last week. My arms, Sheriff's new form... Katanis death. To say lots has happened is quite the understatement. I'd say in just one day I've had more excitement than I've had in the last three years. I knew I was holding Sheriff's hand a bit tighter than I wanted to, but I was scared. He was someone else completely, yet somehow I was more scared for him than us. Not once did Sheriff act violently towards us, he actually avoided us in that form. I guess I shouldn't refer to the other guy as 'Sheriff' , maybe I can call him Ryan. Heh.

"Watch your mouth cunt. And get your grimey hands off him." I heard a voice call out. I looked behind me to see Ryan, but he looked exactly like he did before the war. Even if I didn't have much choice, I didn't let go of Sheriff. Not again.

"Well? You're made of the same liquid that came out of Sheriff, and what the hell are you doing here anyways? Don't you have orphans to torture or something?" I asked him, definitely being more of a dick than usual. Ryan rolled his eyes as he walked over to the bed.

"That's Mary's job, though I must ask how the hell you didn't blow her skull open sooner. And I'm here to check on my brother." Ryan said.

"How the hell do you know that bitch? And how the hell is she alive?" I asked Ryan. All he did was sigh as he answered.

"The bitch got a second chance because that deadbeat bastard Duncan liked her style. Whatever style she had. And I know her because I'm stuck with her ugly ass 'cause of that shitty betroval." He said. I couldn't help but burst out in a fit of laughter. He looked at me with slight annoyance, but I was quick to tell him what happened.

"No no! It's just that I know how bad she is first hand. I feel sorry for you. Big time." I replied. Ryan seemed to laugh at my simple mistake, as I did too. We spoke for a bit, telling stories of Mary's bullshittery, Sheriff's new form and other things. He told me about the whole bone getup, and I think I understand now.

"So that day I shot you, I shot your dad too?" I asked.

"Yep, he was pretty mad, and took it out on Sula like he always does. I wish he'd stopped before she left." Ryan replied. I listened to him talk about Sula for a bit, and let me be the first to say what? She was a law student before the blackout happened and optionally became a shadow in Ryans army. She was actually the only one he directly recruited, maybe why Duncan was such a cunt towards her. According to Ryan, Sula could switch forms from female to male, or from human to monster. She also called him 'Roomba' even though he was Prince of the Bone Throne. Duncan preferred Mary, while Ryan was head over heels for Sula. I honestly thought it was quite funny, mostly because he didn't understand what he was feeling.