It's Hard To Be Holy

EP. 54: Chapter VI (Cont'd)

Coarse and Offensive Language. Reader Discretion Advised.

Where the fuck is he?!

And control had not diminished Alan Carr's rage, merely forestalled it.

He'd better be puking his fucking guts out in that bathroom, Bud.

You're scaring me—

You brought this on yourself!

Even now, he speaks! He challenges!

I can keep him in control!

But every bathroom Alan Carr barged into was empty of Eds, and every hall the same—

I told you, Bud! I told you: Don't let him out of your sight—

What was I supposed to do?!

He doesn't respect you!

He lied to you!

Bide your time, then kill, kill your Buds!

Goddamn you, Bud! And those people, those meager fucking people! Who does she think she is?! 'My Edward...' she says. I know things about 'her Edward' that would kill her dead on the spot. What I wouldn't give to see her drop? How dare you subject me to worthless people, Bud?!

And who ever loved Bud anyway? Who would miss him?!

Just the sight of the knife is all he needs.

But there are easier ways—

'Cafeteria!' Alan shouted aloud, startling a grouping of nurses. That's where they'd met. That's what Ed had said! It was worth a look anyways. Better than prowling around bathrooms.

The nurses were glaring at him as he ran for the stairs, but what did he care for women not worthy of the greatness of doctorate. Nurses and school teachers, useless, bitter, meager fucking bitches all!

And what's the difference between them and your Bud?

How dare he leave us with those people?! I'll fucking kill him, Alan promised Bud, kicking open the stairwell door that indicated the cafeteria stories below. I'll make you watch him break, and you won't stop me.

You've made your point—

Still, he speaks! Still he challenges!

I don't think I have, Bud. You'll fucking know when my point is made. You'll all fucking know!

A world without Bud, not such a bad world!

He took the steps, four at a time, in a teetering sprint and felt as if he were carried on by beating wings of wrath—

'Watch it,' barked a doctor in a white coat, dodging out of the way as Alan burst through the landing door.

'Fuck you,' spat Alan Carr, and the doctor blanched.

Of course, he did! Those types of people are all nothings! Education does that to you. Makes you think, makes you weak. Look at him, he's not sure what to do. He's going to splutter, he's going to get defensive. Step to him! Watch him crumble!

'There's no need for that kind of lan—'

'You want me to say it again?!' and Alan's voice was cold, and Alan's voice promised merciless pain; and just as expected, the doctor puckered and ran.

These fucking people, Bud. Why do we have to be subjected to these people, these nothings?!

You're scaring me!