Malignant Being

Day 3: Madison

A day off and Madison chose to cause trouble. He could hear his brother behind him, screaming at him to stop blowing shit up. They had never been outside of NY and to be in LA, watching both the LAPD and Coast Guard attempt to stop the chaos was intoxicating. He stood on the Hollywood sign, glaring down the mountainside and popping various pills like candy.

"Damn, I need to pick up again."

"Madison, stop! What are you doing?"

Madison turned, infuriated to see Blake took the long way up to follow his brother. Why couldn't he just be alone? First his brother didn't give him the time of day and now he wants nothing more than to overcompensate and smother him.

"Blake, you know this is supposed to be a solo vacation day, as in you do you, I do me."

"Yeah and you'll end up doing something stupid like overdosing again," Blake groaned.

"Can't. We're immortal now, remember?"

"Well I still don't entirely trust that Detroit guy and apparently overdosing for us means causing more unnecessary chaos."

"Well then I don't see the problem with it. I'm getting the task done. Am I not?"

"Madison, be serious for once in your life. You're an idiot and I'm the only thing keeping you alive."

"You used to be. Now I got kickass powers doing it instead."

"Madison."

"What, Blake?! Shit, what the fuck do you want from me?!"

"To stop being so fucking reckless! I'm tired of cleaning up your messes!"

"No one asked you to!" Madison leapt down off the sign, glaring at his twin. Blake took a step back, not willing to have yet another fight with him. Madison drew in closer, chuckling a bit at how for almost every step, Blake took one back.

"What are you afraid of? You think I'm gonna hit you?"

"I don't wanna fight, Madison."

"Blake, why don't you go do something else with your time? Seriously. I don't need you here. And you don't need to be here. I don't need you watching me anymore."

"If I don't you'll do something stupid."

"Like what? Kill someone? Already did that. Kill myself? Can't. Get killed? Impossible. So what do I need you for?"

"To keep your ass in check. How do you expect—."

"Oh stop it! I'm grown as hell. I don't need this noise. Go do something else with your life."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, but find something. Your ass spent too much time running after people and playing captain save a ho, you don't even have a life all your own."

"I have..had a life, but you see how that shit turned out."

"Sounds like a you problem, nigga. I'm out of drugs, and there's not enough malicious intent in this town to go around for the both of us."

"You've been spending way too much time with Detroit. You sound like him."

"He's a cool dude. I feel like everyone would be a lot happier if they'd just stop fighting this shit. We're immortal demons, dude. Enjoy it."

Madison pat Blake on the shoulder and leapt off the side of the hill. Rolling like a bowling ball down the steep slope, growing larger. Trees were torn from the grown and flung about like weeds, landing all over the highway below.