Sudden Lunacy

Thousand Year Old Gay Man

Nails scratched against wood as Marcus's ears picked up on the sound of a lock clicking into place. He started to struggle at whoever it was who held him, but stopped as the rabid boy's eye appeared in a door crack.

After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Marcus found himself looking into the eyes of a dark-skinned man round the age of fifty, the man's fedora rim almost touching his forehead because of the smallness of the closet. The man smiled at him with warm light eyes as he used his other hand to motion Marcus to keep quiet. He definitely was not infected.

"Hands off banjo lips!" Marcus yelled attempting to squirm away. The man shushed him, making his blood boil further.

"Don't scream don't yell, even if you feel the need to, a straight man like yourself being almost testical to testical with a thousand year old gay man and all; but please, just hold it in until we figure out how to deal with the Rabid couple out there."

Marcus didn't plan to keep quiet at the hands of this gentleman, and clamped firmly into his palm.

"OW!" The man exclaimed drawing his hand back before instinctively slapping Marcus across the face, which he would later have to admit, really hurt. "Bloody hell! What in the world is wrong with you?! I am trying to help you, smile friendly even, and you bite my hand? The end of the world, and you find someone being nice, so you decide,'oh, let me turn cannibal!' It is the latest trend after all! Uncivilized that is." He spoke quickly his voice slightly higher pitched than Marcus's. He was clearly from the north like Marcus, but had a weird way of speaking like he was in transition from American to British with some weird little French influence...

"Who are you?!" Marcus growled, angry with himself for being caught of guard.

"Be quiet kid!" The man whisper yelled, "Losing it won't help us get past them! We are safe now!" He chuckled. "Can't figure out how to work doors. Idiotic spawns of Hades."

"Why did you take so long!"Marcus angrily demanded.

"Pleasure to meet you, and quite possibly die with you." He said with a grin as he looked Marus down from head to toe. He extended his hand. "Not the best looking man, but I could say, I could do much worse."

Marcus was about to reply with something rather hateful when he was suddenly cut off by a loud slam against the door. Followed by loud yells, there was no doubt the duo were trying to bust it.

"Come owht! Let's parteeee!" Banshee yelled in between bursts of high pitched laughter.

"Come out to plaaaaa-aaaayyyy!"

"What do we do? Neither of us have guns and you aren't exactly Blacky Chan over here." Marcus growled.

"Buy you some manners maybe." The man in the black fedora mumbled with a frown as he put his rejected hand back at his side. He didn't really seem worried about the situation at hand. He actually seemed abnormally calm and relaxed. The man wore a really long trench coat, which kept brushing against Marcus's arms to remind him how closely they were standing together.

Marcus growled again."I was talking about getting out Fedora Geezer."

"Well first we buy you a book of insults. 'Fedora Geezer'? Then number two, I guess we have to kill them or something. This can't go on, and you need to get to the gas, am I wrong or am I right?"

"You just can suggest to kill someone that easily! They are insane, sure! Are you heartless!" He protested in a loud whisper, realizing he was now mimicking Conroy's exact concerns.

"Actually yeah." He responded as he searched the closet for something to use as a weapon. "Lost it is a wreck a few months back. I was actually supposed to get a new one next month. I got an artificial stock now. Good thing it can last a few years." He stopped with a frown. "Sorry, didn't get your name."