Us Monsters (Wip)

•20 • the two strangers•

Ima start naming the chapters bc why not

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Lafayette brushed his teeth, the faucet dripping water into the plastic sink.

The man heard a sob echo through the bathroom, and slowly turned off the faucet, listening closely.

"Hello?" He called, peering down the fluorescent lit sets of stalls.

Lafayette rested his toothbrush on the sink's rim, stepping forward to the stall at the end.

"Someone in here?" He asked, knocking on the stall door.

There was a moment of eerie silence. Lafayette moved forward slowly, the tile floors making a quiet clicking noise when his customary flip flops fell on them.

Peering through the crack in the door, the frenchman saw the light reflect off of a small shiny razor blade.

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Hercules was on the ground, holding the man at an arms distance as he sat ontop of him.The prisoner screamed, squirming his hands to free them, assumably to punch the guard.

"I dont wanna hurt you." Hercules said to the man, trying to avoid his flying fists.

"Then leave me alone!! I dont wanna have to kill you!" The prisoner pleaded, almost sobbing as he hit the man again and again.

Hercules, not even remotely sure what to do, simply blocked himslef as best as he could. He didnt want to hit back at the man. He just needed a way to safely cuff him.

Suddenly, the mans fist flew into Hercules' nose, sending a dull pain throughout his face.

"Fuck..." he mumbled, holding it tenderly as it started to bleed. He felt the wieght of the prisoner leave his body, and leaned back on his elbows.

Suddenly, the man in orange came back, holding a big rock high above his head.

"I didnt want to." He mumbled as the rock teetered in his hands.

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"Hello?" Lafayette said, gently pushing the door open. Inside, a crumpled man laid with a sharp razor blade in his fingers.

"Go away." He said, pointing the blade at the frenchman. But what the man intended to be threathening came off to the frenchman as just the opposite.

"You dont have to do that." Lafayette said, sitting down opposite of the man. The stranger still pointed the blade in Lafayette's direction, but both men knew he wouldnt do anything.

Lafayette turned his arms, showing the man the dark scars that ran down his wrists.

"I tried that. Its not worth it." The frenchman said, smiling though he had tears clouding his vision.

"Maybe not for you. But me.."

"For you too. People will miss you. And you will miss them." Lafayette replied.

"No one will miss me." The man said, chuckling to cover up the sobs.

"I will." Lafayette said.

"You dont know me. If you did you'd never even talk to me." The man spat.

"It will get better. Even in this. Whatever you did. Whatever you feel. Its not worth dying over." He said, the man nodding ever so slightly.

"Please give me the blade. Dont do anything, just.." Lafayette said, slowly reaching out his hand and taking the blade from the man, sliding it to the other side of the room.

The frenchman brought the stranger into his arms, holding him as he started to sob.

"Its alright, mon ami. Its over."

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"Itll all be over soon." The prisoner said.

"Please dont. Wait. Please. You dont have to do this. We can just go back, no one has to do anything." Hercules said, holding up his hand. The prisoner saw the fear in his eyes. The sorrow. The pain.

He couldnt do this..

The man in the orange jumpsuit dropped the rock, sighing as Hercules jumped up.

"Just please, one more minute. I just want one more minute of freedom, and then..then I'll go back easy." The prisoner said, walking to the edge of the forest and gazing up at the night sky.

Cautiously, Hercules joined the man, sitting down on the grass. He kept his hand on his pistol, but something told him the prisoner was no longer a threat.

"I knew I wouldnt get far. I knew that even when I was planning this. I knew they were gonna catch me the second I got out." The man said sadly, the guard turning his head.

There was a long pause, before Hercules dared to say a thing.

"Then why'd you do it?" He asked curiously.

"I just...I just wanted to be free again, one last time." The man said, the only response being the croak of the nightime frogs who lay deep in the forest.

"I got life. I knew I'd never see the outside again. Real outside, not the yards. I wanted to see the horizon, without a fence in between. I-sometimes people do crazy stuff for the little things." He said, chuckling.

Hercules noded, in that moment thinking of his frenchman.

"Yeah, I get that." He murmured.

The two man sat for awhile. In all honesty, Hercules wished he could let the man go. Let him have the freedom that he so desired.

But alas, all good things come to an end.

The prisoner had accepted his fate, and Hercules would have to accept it too.

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This is a short chapter, but a very important one.

The two strangers, who wont cross paths with our charecters again, hold the meaning of this story in their interactions within this chapter.

In other words, if one looks closely enough, these two small charecters can reveal the fate set out for one of the charecters in this story.

We wont see the true meaning of that until the very last chapter of this book.