Between Stripes

S E V E N T E E N

We stepped into the room to see the remainder of the Maniax messing with all sorts of dangerous stuff.

Jerome stepped towards the bigger, scarier weapons whereas I sat myself on the floor and began to rummage through a box. Dobkins was sat next to me with a knight's helmet arranged goofily on his head.

"How's it going Dobby?" I said, trying to spark a conversation with him. He was generally quite quiet. According to Galavan, Dobkins was a poisoner and rapist. Schizophrenic too.

"H-hello." He nervously said, his voice was distant as if I'd shaken him from a lovely daydream.

"Hi. Ya mind if I call ya Dobby?" I asked, picking up an old pistol and toying with the trigger. Dobkins shook his head.

"Good. Ya know who I am, right?" I asked and before he could reply Jerome's loud voice rang out.

"Ooh shiny!"

Dobkins and I looked over. Jerome was holding a long, covered samurai sword. Undoubtedly there'd be an ecstatic grin on his face.

Greenwood stepped over and grabbed the handle. He clutched the sword in between his hands. Somehow his grin was large than Jerome's could have been.

A loud laugh left Greenwoods mouth as he wielded the weapon in the light. It was pretty impressive. Around two foot long and a perfect, stainless silver.

"Give it back." Jerome ordered, tilting his head forward. Little movements like that were a telltale of his melodramatic personality.

"I saw it first." Greenwood grumbled, his eyes didn't leave the sword. He jabbed the air in front of him and grinned manically. I rolled my eyes. Greenwood was incredibly irritating normally, never mind when he was getting in Jerome's way.

"No, you didn't." Jerome didn't stop smiling, and his voice was dark. He held out a hand. "I said give it back."

"Make me, you little brat." Greenwood wielded the sword and it came close to Jerome's neck. It was a slow gesture though, an empty threat.

"Ooh." Dobkins taunted lazily. I smirked and copied him.

"Ooh." I murmured before letting a stream of insane giggles escape my mouth.

Jerome chuckled lightly.

"Your samurai skills are excellent Greenwood San, but they are nothin compared to me." Jerome practically leapt into character. His posture was the first to change, then his voice.

He leant down slightly and scooped up an old chainsaw. Dry blood caked the handle.

Greenwood grinned as Jerome brought the newfound weapon to life.

"Prepare to die!" Jerome said in a raised voice. He lifted the chainsaw upwards, laughing. Greenwood laughed along with him.

"Rum, rum, rummm!" Greenwood imitated the chainsaw as he lifted his own weapon. Their weapons collided and a strange sound was born.

I laughed as the entertainment went on. Somehow a knife had found itself in my palm and I was sawing into the side of the box. My subconscious was so strange.

Right.

Shhh! Big-Jerome is performing and it's goddamn entertaining.

"That's enough!" Galavan called out as he walked Ito the room. "That's good."

"I tried to stop them." Dobkins said smugly. I frowned and shot him a glare. Just to scare him I slammed the knife onto the wooden floor. His eyes widened and he scooched away from me.