Our days are spent working on hiding from Murdock. We have developed a new normal surrounding ourselves with new habits. Both Waylon and I work from our new home over Zoom calls, phone calls, and emails. I started with a new treatment for trauma survivors and people who have faced domestic abuse. Waylon has avoided all human life by working on computers at out new home. I make sure he still gets an hour of sunlight; by walking with his new leg. His eyes still shine with those brilliant blues but with dark circles under his eyes. Waylon says we have matching bags. I try to avoid mirrors if I can.
The afternoon sun was hitting the tin roof hard. You could hear the bugs whining and the lizard's hissing for cool water. I could look through the little slot in the window where the mail man just fanned himself from the heat as he slide our mail in. His once crisp white shirt now damped with sweat down his back. He jumped back into the mail van drove off.
I counted ten seconds before opening the front door and walking out the mail box.
"Hi stranger!" Ms. Doubtfire waved from her porch. The old woman could wear a parka in this heat and still be cold.
"Good Afternoon Ms. Doubtfire!" I waved to with my mail and briskly walked back into the house.
"You should come for Bing, Charlie! I'm making chili!"
I inwardly groaned. Seriously be in the sun and want tomato soup.
"I'll see if me and Phillip can okay?" I yell and quickly shut the door before she could continue talking to me again. The bang of the door shock the fake artwork hanging on the nail. A basic landscape of a meadow. I fucking hate it. I hate the plain beige walls, the crappy AC unit running on full blast but smells like old man, and I fucking hate the guard dogs sitting at the kitchen table cleaning the same guns they carry under their shirts.
"Anything good today?" Guard 1 chuckles from the table.
"No. Just more junk." The junk being all the fillers and advertisements for stores Waylon and I can't go to. Not for another week at least.
Since Waylon got into contact with the government about Murdock we had to go fully underground. Everything about our lives went to smoke. As how me and Waylon died, so far his wife and the other people in out lives believed we died in a car fire together. Now we live in Arizona waiting for Murdock to rear their head to us. Neither of us knew how bad and how evil Murdock could truly be.
That means new names and whole new home. At least we got married, with new wedding rings. It wasn't the most romantic but safe to say being Mr. and Mrs. Phillip Quinn was better than nothing.
I go upstairs to were Waylon is still in bed putting his leg on. He looks thin and tired. We both are. I crawl over to him in the bed and kiss the back of his neck.
"You need a hair cut." I tell him while kissing down his neck and back.
He hums," You think Mom and Dad will let us go?"
I laugh, small happy laugh," I'll convince them to with us. I need to get my nails done and massage for two."
He grins over his shoulder and kisses me back. Deeply and long. It's been our inside joke in this new world we created; telling each other what out ideal plans are before we are stuck in a the same old loop: work, community, and then bed.
Something to distract out brains from the fear of the unknown of tomorrow. But as long as I have him, I will take a boring, predictable tomorrow.
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If I could be sick, I would at this moment. This two ruined my life and now here they are about to make love while federal agents scratch their asses. I hide the AC before traveling back down to where the others where hiding.
Marina has cleaned up thanks to the Groom who has done nothing but bitch and moan about his bride.
Oh how I wish I could kill him but no; I need him. I need them both.
"Oh my darling, she must be so scared and alone. Just waiting for me to come and collect her. Trapped with a monster!" Gluskin wails as he preens himself in the mirror he found.
Marina chews on someone he killed for us to hide in this storage area. People drop off their junk and leave money for us to use. Gluskin had found some outfits and trinkets for him and a bride. Marina found people to eat. On the other hand, I don't eat or need anything. I basically just float and watch everything or anyone I want to.
"Oh but what a fairytale we will tell out daughter. A King rescuing his princess from the tower of evil and living happily ever after." He swooned as he spoke. His suit is new and in one piece. With a shower and clean face (excluding the scars) he looked almost normal.
Marina just grunted as he scratched himself. He also looked normal with a clean, shaven face and clean clothes.
"Gluskin that sounds like a wonderful story to tell. However, you need to be ready to comfort her. To care for her." I speak to him, gently. He is easy to manipulate; just talk to him about his bride and becomes putty. Marina was easy enough. His food is waiting with guns on him. He'll have fun with them.
"I am Mr. Upshor. I have everything I need for her and our new home. It seems you are not holding end of the deal." He put his comb in his breast pocket and then his black coat.
"I am. We just need to wait for the right time. You can't rush love." I warn him with raised buzzing. He backed away slowly.
"That is true my dear friend. I just a few small details of that is alright with you." He huffed and walked away from us.
I know exactly where he was going. I can only assume Star would be smart enough to comply otherwise Waylon is Marina's dessert.
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Outlast the Honeymoon
أدب الهواةWe made out of the asylum but the nightmare is not over yet. Waylon and I only had a few months to begin our healing journey. Until the shadows of Murdock came hunting for us. Now were not just running from Dr. Frankenstein's castle, we're running f...
