(Earl's POV)
The kid drop as I remove myself from his body. That will teach that little bastard to fuck with me and what I do with my property. I morph back into my... casual skin. I look at the boy... Gumdrop I think it was something stupid like that. He was in the fiddle position rocking back in fear as the little... presents I felt him were now taking effect.
I look right into his cold hollow eyes. A sense of satisfaction warms my undead heart. I slowly raise my hand point my index right at his skull. I felt the cold chill of the shadows course through my undead body from into the point of my index.
"Bye bye.. brat ha-ha" I aim but stop.
This shit face most likely as a family doesn't he? Family means they will look for him and if they look for him they would ask around. If they ever found the body all Carrie needs to do is testify and I'm...
Screwed
I lower my finger and sat back on my chair. Speaking of which Carrie may be out looking for him and if she finds him here that would be very bad for business.
I went to the house phone and call someone up. The phone rang for about 2 rings before someone pick up.
"Who is this? What do you want?"
"O'Malley it's me Earl"
"Earl how's it going body"
"Bad actually... I was attack in my house hold by that little shit who has been hanging around my daughter lately."
"Did you win?"
"Of course... I just need you to drive here so you can drop him off somewhere... most likely an alleyway."
"Why do I have to do why can't you?"
"I have to stay here just in case Carrie showed up looking for him... are you going to help me or not."
I heard the warthog on the other side make a deep sigh. "Yeah I'm coming" I hung up on him as I sat back tipping back the rest of my beer into my mouth and down my throat. I watch the child he was a strong looking lad. Man he could hit I mean it.
I felt that accursed tremor run through my body as if it's disgusting ink like tentacles were wrapping around my heart. I knew I shouldn't have gone that far but man is he tough well either way I won I won't be seeing him ever again. I place my right hand on my chest hoping to calm the tremor shooting through me.
My warthog friend drove in. He walk out dragging behind him was that vending machine guy who works with Bruce. They both pick up the brat and gave me a pick nod as they left through my door.
I watch them leave. It occur to me at that point that, that little shit someone got into my house and I don't see any way he could have done that. I went up my stairs and look in everyone. I found nothing that was until I entered my niece's room. There it was open as day her window was wide open.
"Wow even when she is not here she is still trying to screw me over." I went over to it and close the window. However when I did I got a good look outside and that when I spot her rushing to my house. She looks panic and a bit scared of coming back. My niece is finally coming home.
How delightful.
I heard her come into she was never really silent.
"EARL!"
Wow she actually sounds mad... and something more not in her voice but I could taste it in her soul something stirring it was more than concern it was way more powerful than that. Whatever it was it was disgusting to my nose. It was as if I stuck my head right into a burnt popcorn bag and took a big ole whiff of it.
