Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

Drink Till You Choke

The more Silas drank, the crazier he got... mentally.

He leaned against the bar in the jazz lounge, his eyes glossing over. His jacket was draped on his shoulders, and he was swaying from side to side slightly. He gripped his glass of whiskey tightly, furrowing his brows.

Tonight was an utter disaster. The plan turned out completely wrong, Mandisa got hurt, and his sister of all people is a damn cannibal.

Lord, this made his head spin.

He set down his drink and side, sauntering—almost even staggering—over to one of the empty booths. He flopped down, his back hitting the comforting, cold leather. As his head continued to spin, he lazily looked up at the ceiling, noticing the dim lights. He needed to get his thoughts together.

His sister was a cannibal. He was beyond pissed that she hid it from him. His blood was boiling, as well as a slight anxiety–ridden nausea filling his senses. His ears flattened, his usual smirk being long gone. What was on his features was a plastered, tired frown. He ran a hand down his face, groaning quietly.

"Silas, please, just listen to me!" Raquelle's voice budded through the quiet. Silas gripped the table near his booth, hoisting himself up with a grunt.

"What, Raquelle?" He asked her impatiently.

"Can you just hear me out for two seconds?" Raquelle begged, sitting next to him. Silas then slid out of the booth, rolling his eyes.

"You lied to me, Raquelle." He growled out.

"You lie to me all the time!" Raquelle scoffed.

"Not about things as big as you cannibalizing people!" Silas lowered his voice: despite being drunk, he knew when things were a hush–hush topic.

"What was I supposed to say, Silas?! 'Bonjour grand frère ! Tu ne le sais peut-être pas, mais je mange des gens,'?! Non! Tu ne fais pas cette merde!" Raquelle snapped.

"Surtout, vous avez choisi de manger des gens?!" Silas bared his fangs.

"Vous aviez un travail et un but, et j'en avais aussi besoin!" Raquelle cried out.

"Je l'ai fait pour nous sauver, Raquelle! Pour gagner de l'argent!" Silas gestured with his hands violently, his voice breaking. " Eating people? That's your oh-so special technique?! I kill people, not eat them !"

"I'm tired of being in your shadow, all the time !" Raquelle hissed.

"That's not my fault! You chose to join me, to follow me around!" Silas exclaimed.

"Quit acting all high and mighty, bastard!" Raquelle shoved him. "You aren't iconic! If anything, you're like all those phony, jerk famous people!"

Silas stumbled backwards, eyes wide: he let his sister shove him. Though her words cut deeper than he originally thought.

"...what?" He whispered.

"I'm not going to repeat myself!" Raquelle exclaimed loudly. She stormed off to the coat rack, grabbing her jacket. "Ugh! Go wallow in your stupid ego...I'm going back to the hotel!" She then slammed the front door shut behind her, storming off.

Silas sat back down in the booth, moving his head into his hands. He completely forgot about his drink: now he just needed to process her words more. This was the first time in a while they had a fight like this. He didn't want to seem overbearing, he was just concerned for her behavior. Besides, cannibalism did seem way too much for finishing off a murder. Who would've thought she would eat people after seducing and killing them? That must not be good on her body, he concluded.