Today I died.
My cousin died too.
When my cousin died, my father died.
And his sister too.
I went to jail with no remorse.
And came back to do that shit all over again.
-Chauncey M. Lyons
Chauncey had Rhad over his shoulder. He put Melvin in a chair beforehand. Taking Rhad's grey eyes. Chauncey stood over a pot, he dropped in aloe Leaves. "For healing." Beside the pot was a can of black tea, he added it to the pot. "For evil cleansing." He had a can of motor oil and poured in a little. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5..." he stopped pouring.
Chauncey added some peppermints. "This is the shit she did. Just making shit up." he growled to himself. He put the pot under a faucet and filled it with water.
He placed the pot of poison on the stove and brought it to a boil.
Chauncey wiped his nose with his hand. "Oh shit..." he smacked Rhad's butt. "You still alive?"
No. His heart stopped when he had his eyes cut out. "I don't know what I'm doing."
He went into the livingroom of his house inside the Ghytto. He grabbed his coat on the sofa and dug through the pockets for his supply of heroin. Going back to the kitchen, he emptied the small sack into the tea... soup? Something. "Ah... one more thing."
Chauncey went to the bathroom. In the bathroom, he drew back the curtains. A dead body in a pool of dark color blood. "Where is my cup?" To the left side of the tub, he reached for a little white cup and dipped it in the tub.
He went back to the kitchen and poured the blood in the pot. He set the cup down and pulled out a wooden spoon from the drawer. He stirred the concoction. A big bubble formed and he popped it with the spoon.
The smell was ghastly. "What are you making?" he talked to himself. "Well, I can't eat." he told himself. "You could eat. Is it poison?" he asked himself and himself answered. "I guess... oh, I need legs."
He pushed Rhad off his shoulder. Chauncey then grabbed the butcher knife off the counter and sawed his leg. HE threw it on the table and then put it on a large plate. "What's wrong with me?"
"You've been playing with some much magic." he told himself. "I did it?" he asked himself. "You did. Do you know what's real?"
"I killed myself in a closet."
"And got revived in jail." he told himself. "I did?"
"Of course. What's my name?"
"Myles Vancant?" he guessed but he answered himself once more. "Dad's dead."
"Yeah, I did that."
"You're dead."
"No... I'm... alive."
"That means we beat death."
"Yeah..."
"We can do anything."
"Yeah... I can."
He turned the heat off the pot and moved the pot to Rhad's leg. "Where is my drug kit?"
"Car?" he guessed for himself. "Did I leave my shit in the car?"
After receiving the meds from the pharmacy, he opened the box and took out the green cuspules. "Where's my razor?"
"Dad did it." he told himself.
"He does everything..." he mumbled. "Stop telling me."
"Curse."
"Hush, Myles!"
"Why are you doing this?"
His head swirled, "I just wanted to see what would happen. Try it out!"
"How many times do I have to receive you?"
"Oh, you just can't wait for me to die!" he slammed his fist on the table. "You right... you disappointment me everyday."
Chauncey pulled a chair behind him and sat down. "Melvin," he smiled. "You finally made it to thankgiving."
"Oh thanks!" Chauncey voiced him. "Sorry I missed the last ones."
"What's wrong? You usually like spending time with family. We miss you."
"Oh, my wife and I been at odds..." said Chauncey through Melvin. "Isn't that why you murderered her?" pouted Chauncey. "Yeah... but the bitch gone anyway. How's your mental?"
"I'm dead Melvin... I feel weird."
"You probably need to clean your spirit out."
"Where do I go for that?"
"The House of Angels can do it..." said Melvin, "Stop making me talk. Yo crazy ass is doing it again. Why you keep killing yo self?"
Melvin didn't actually move.
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"What's wrong with people in this realm? Now we have a church praising a fucking snake I don't understand." Childhood folded her arms. "Who's Hannielle?" her father came behind her, "Everyone says I look like a vampire."
"Hate to break it to you. Vampires and angels aren't that far apart. It's like... instead of hell, we roam the world like humans. Or whatever," Regal sighed. "This world works different."
"What's wrong with it?" she asked. "I'm not sure..." her father Regal asked, aka Gabriel. "It's an awful evil... ain't it?"
Childhood slapped her face with her wing trying to be cute. "But vampires."
"Niggas..." he chuckled. "You know this realm isn't supposed to be here."
"Why are we here?" he complained. "All this smog and depression all over the place."
His brow lifted, "Stop being a princess."
"I just asked a question."
"Like I said, it's not meant to be and God already checked, it's not the devil. Some strange fucking magic." he said.
"They have a school here." she said. "And?" he gazed at his daughter. "I think it's cool. And..." she smiled. "I wanna go."
"Ok. Any uniforms?" he picked her up. "Brown shirt with a black shirt and jacket—no white undershirt and black jacket."
He looked to the side, "alright... for a day."
"A day? Why?" she bent back in his hold. "Because I said so."
Childhood flicked his halo. "Jail!" he shouted. "No, I can't go to jail."
"Yes, you can." he pinched her cheek. "Jail. Ninty days."
"No!" she wiggled. "Let me go!"
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.
.
Childhod coughed up blood and looked at black boots. "Fuck you!" she spat at her kidnappers. "Fuck you! Fuck you!"
"This is a mouthy fucking girl." Chauncey smoked a stick of weed. "Tie her up."
"You hurt as shit!" she yelled. Her wings emerged from her back. Chauncey eyes glowed, "My, My..."
"I ain't never seen a vamp like that..." said Melvin.
"I'm an angel of God!"
"God?" Chauncey tittered. "Little girl, ain't no God in the Ghytto."
"What about the snake?" she questioned. "Mind yo business!
" he growled. "Who yo' daddy? He a king?"
She shook her head slowly. "What's that?"
"Chauncey she's not from here." said Melvin. He looked down at her. "We just beat a child for nothing."
"After all we put her through? She's still standing," she blew smoke into the air. "What's yo' name?"
"Childhood..."
"Well, Melvin... she's named like a hoodrat."
"My mama..." she said.
"Oh! How adventurous..." he folded his arms over his chest. "For that to happen, yo mama must be a witch."
"Yeah..." she sniggered. "My mama a witch."
"And who," Chauncey sung, "Might she be?"
"Olisha!"
"Olisha?"
"That's near the old school." muttered Melvin. "She from here little one?"
"Nah. She from Elsewhere."
"Elsewhere?"
"That's still witch terrority." said Melvin.
"No. She rom elsewhere near roundabout."
"Still witch terrority..." Chauncey rolled his eyes. Childhood couldn't cover it up, "I'll make a bet with you..."
"I would kidnap your mother."
"Why? Why not join a different church." she shrugged. "I date your son, Iarius." she grinned. "If you let me go, you could be rich."
"Nah, I'm a prophet already." he said.
"But you could be actually close with God himself. My grandpa."
"This is foolishness. Child, not your name, you ain't good at bets are you?"
"I'm an angel. I can teach you some angel triks."
"She's so bad at lying." scoffed Melvin. "you know who she remind me of? Vuyon."
"Nigga my brother is dead."
"Legless." he tittered. "So..."
"Why did you eat his legs?" giggled Melvin. "You finna ask me next why I shot my daddy?"
"Nah, so anyway. Let's take her wings."