"Friends abandoning you left and right, Todd." He walks over to me. "But that's the lesson you learn, eh?" Dogs is dogs and women turn out to be dogs, too." "You shut up," I say, clenching my teeth. His Noise goes all fake sympathy and triumph. "Poor, poor Toddy. All this time traveling with a woman and I'm guessing you never figured out what to do with one."
"You stop taking bout her," I spit. I'm still on my belly and my legs are tired.
But I find I can bend my knees.
His Noise gets uglier, louder, but his face is all blank like a terror from a dream. "What you do, Todd," he says, squatting down to get closer to me, "is you keep the ones that're whores and you shoot the ones that're not."
He leans even closer. I can see the pathetic hairs on his upper lip, not even made darker by the rain coming down. He's only two years older than me. Only two years bigger.
Snake? thinks the horse.
I put my hands slowly down on the ground.
I push a little into the mud.
"After I tie you up," he says, turning it into a whispering taunt, "I'll go find yer little lady and let you know what kind she is."
BOI. WOMEN. ARE. HUMAN. JUST. LIKE. EVERY. GENDER.
By the way, this isn't my writing. It is from the LITERALLY INCREDIBLE FAVOURITE AUTHOR READ ALL HIS BOOKS Patrick Ness' book The Knife Of Never Letting go and I am starting the Chaos Walking trilogy all over again because WHY NOT. Litterally go out now and find any book by him, it is guaranteed by yours truly that you'll enjoy it.
'Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.'
