Unusual || Sitkolson

•11• Skull and Rose

6:37AM 10/2/42

-ANGELO-

I sit in my boyfriends lap watching as the three men before us debate what to do with Ricky in hushed voices. "Guys do you really thing we should do this?" I whisper. They stop to look at me. "We could make him one of us, have another member-"

"No." Ryan speaks flatly, cutting me off. "No we can't. We can't take that chance. You gotta wipe 'im Ange. At least to where he can't remember addresses or the houses." Devin and Vinny agree, nodding their heads and looking to me.

I sigh, defeated by the majority. "Fine. I'll do it. Just get him in here and tie him down."

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I stare down at the poor struggling man, placing my hands on his head. He glares at Ryan, Ryan returning a look colder than stone. I sigh, closing my eyes and humming for a moment, "For not we have been chased, I shall remove the lot, and have your mind erased." And with a few movements of my hand, I touch his forehead. Just like all the others, he starts screaming. Ryan puts his fist to his mouth, turning away as the agent starts to bleed from his nose, mouth, ears and eyes.

"AHGG! YOURE DEAD SITKOWSKI! DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOURE DEAD!" Ricky screams through the pain. Ryan walks out of the room heavily and down the hall. With a snap of my fingers I hear the screams stop. Ricky lies unconscious, blood staining his pale face. We all take a moment, staring at the agent. Few seconds later, Chris begins untying him. He picks him up carrying him to the car. We all follow, and few moments later, we're driving away, leaving Ryan's fragile but dirty deed far behind us.

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It took hours for Ryan to come out of his room back at Chris and I's house. When he did he was quiet, too quiet. We all left him alone because quite honestly we didn't want to find out what would happen if we didn't. I sit on the sofa, continuing to sketch a skull and rose piece when Ryan walks into the room, groggily. "Morning, sunshine." Chris grins. Ryan ignores him, taking a seat in the rocking chair across from me. "I guess someone's a bit cwanky fwom their nappy." Chris teases in a baby voice.

Ryan rolls his eyes, "Fuck off, Chris."

"Aw what's wrong?" Chris smirks.

"Nothing."

"No really, I'm interested."

"Fine you want to know? I'm fucking pissed with myself for having sex with the man my girlfriend cheated on me with. I'm not very happy with the fact that he killed her right in front of my eyes either. I'm completely outraged that I let myself go around and have sex with Feds along with getting completely and utterly wasted. But you know what's the cherry on top? The thing that really rubs me the wrong way?" He pauses, laughing and shaking his head. "I actually liked it! Hopefully it was just a good fuck, nothing more. That's all I'll make of it. So there, you got your answer. That's why wittle itty Wyan is not in the best god damn mood lately." He gets up, walking out of the room. Chris and I look to each other, wondering if he'll ever get over this. Hopefully he will. But I just don't think that's the Ryan we know.

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AN:
Word Count: 650 words!
SUP! HAPPY ONE DAY AFTER HALLOWEEEEEEEEN! I originally wanted to get an update out on Halloween but I was v busy so ye srry but this is better than nothing!!1!1!1!1!!1!! Yes yes ikik this is short but I don't have time I'm sorrrrryyyyy. Alrighty then, well that's all I wanted to say so enjoy and I'll tty all later. Have a good day/night. Xx
Signing off.
-Autumn