Road to Respect ~ Sopranos

Chapter 9

Joseph

Joey opened his eyes when he felt something press against his back. He saw a hand reach around him and start to run their hand over his chest and abs. Joey let out a small chuckle as the hand got lower and lower until it got to the elastic of his boxers. It didn't move any further, so Joey reached down to help her out, but when he touched the hand, he felt a lot of knuckle hair.

"Fuck!" Joey pulled back and turned over to see Brendan Filone staring at him. Joey pushed himself off the bed and crawled until his back hit the wall. Brendan meanwhile was smiling and laughing, but it was more of a gurgle due to the large slash across his neck. His left eye was missing as well, letting Joey look through his eye and out the window to see the bright purple sky.

"Congratulations, you earned your chance."

Suddenly everything seemed to stop. Brendan stopped mid-laugh and Joey stood up. He wasn't in his room; he was in Mr. Soprano's. But the walls were wrong, they were red, and dripping, glistening in the blue light of the sun.

"Is it weird that I'm really that fazed by it?"

"A little, but the good thing is that you're in the right career field."

Joey walked over to the frozen Brandon and looked through the hole in his head like a telescope. Inside Brendan's head was a picture of Joey and his parents, but instead of his mother, he saw Livia Soprano, and instead of his father, he saw Fabian Petruely. He tugged on Brendan's right ear and the image inside was set on fire.

"Yeah, you're the new James Bond."

The new picture in Brendan's head was of the room back in Maine, the room in the bar. Joey was handcuffed in the bed with a dazed look in his eyes. Ash was on top of him with a sick twisted grin, but it wasn't her face. It was her body, her clothes, her hair, but her face belonged to Chrstopher.

"May I burn in hell... if I betray my friends."

Joey pulled away from Brendan and looked out the window where there was a black duck frozen, flying right outside the window. He watched it for a moment when he saw something creeping down from the sky. Joey narrowed his eyes when he saw that it was a lightning bolt, traveling slowly down until it hit the black duck, making it explode in a gory red mist.

"God Damn it, Joey." Joey turned and saw Carmela standing at the doorway wearing a very revealing maid costume with a mop in her hands. "Did you have to make a damn mess?"

Joey tilted his head to the side, but the room turned with his head. Joey stayed in place but all the contents of the room slid down the floor and towards the wall, which was now the floor. "Why'd you do it?"

Joey turned towards his closet and saw a painting of him holding a child that looked a lot like him. They were standing in front of a tree. Joey blinked and the picture changed slightly. There was now a chair at the bottom of the tree. Blinking again he saw a rope now dangling from the tree.

Then he saw a woman standing on the chair with the rope around her neck.

Then the child Joey was holding smiled wickedly at the chair.

Then the child started to walk closer to the chair.

Once he made it to the chair he kicked it, making the woman fall.

It was only then did the woman's face come into frame and he saw that it was Hunter, a dazed look in her eyes with a crack pipe in her mouth.

"You came to me because we both know I have very unsavory types of friends. Types of friends that will help me hide the body of a little slut that is fucking her best friend's boyfriend."