Jun made this ritual circle in the middle was a line with a ball at one end facing northeast and line at the bottom of it going diagonal.
I'm still tied, he paces around looking at the ritual like it's a masterpiece.
"This is a Pump." I'm not feeling the fear I should. I slap myself mentally for even thinking to ask. "I'm going to take the dog out of you or the human."
"You can't do that shit!" I shout. "I can. I mean if I had the stake knife. Then I'd turn you mortal, make that ass breathe."
"Make me breathe? Bitch I can breathe on my own." This Asian got a lot of nerve. "The Llare was made by the van helsings. Could you believe that?"
If I learned anything besides how to rap a spell. The Van Helsings are vampire hunters. The whole vampire thing, the soul and shit is real. There is a myth that the Helsings clan was invented. While Growden is a habitual racist like in the text book it literally says the Growdens hated other countries. They mostly hated the middle east and believed that the first Arabs were white and forced out of country from Africa.
They literally raised their kids and cousins to be stupid. It kept the bloodline pure, as told it Chapter 8: Belief in Segregation! We had a test on it, when the realm stood up. They protested again, like they did to keep segregation in America.
The realm doesn't welcome weak souls. Why? BECAUSE THEY'RE MORE LIKELY TO BE DRUNK! ON DRUGS! STUPID! They wanted inclusion, we didn't.
They just want the realm!
It's like a big piece of land, In Chapter 11 of Politics, it talks about the Urban Expansion Project of 7/30 where black people and Indians were 'escorted out the hood'.
Growden literally tried to buy the Ghytto! So Aleigha stood up. He already had to deal with his daughter's revival--WHERE FUCK DID THAT--it's the realm. It's goddamn realm.
"I guess it is the realm… you thinking a lot over there."
"You are a vampire aren't you!"
"No… you dumb bitch. I'm psychic. Psychics don't always speak to ghost or whatever but yeah; I'm medium"
"The Middle Man?"
"I don't care what white people got against y'all."
"Your Asian…"
There is nothing but wind. "So?" he throws a match on the ritual circle.
Holding it in too long
I think it's time to test it
Given the hour, Given the minute
Thinking about some sick shit
Thinking about, it's time to drop this
Lash out, layabout
Check the location
Walk out with my drip glistenin'
My back bends, my chest hurts as he raps. My teeth feel like they're coming out. I hear a howl from nowhere. The floor is cold… I'm lying in a cell.
'WALLIE! GET OF HER!"
'LET ME FINISH'
I don't wanna be here. A tear leaves my eye, I'm gasping. My stomach hurts.
I can move my eyes to see a hairy back. "There it is…"
Growling and snarls hit my ear. "come on big bad wolf…"
L E A V E M E A L O N E
Something storms out of me. I feel as if my teeth came out of my skull and a boulder came out my stomach. The spell is calm, my arms still tied. I heave in the black grass.
L E T M E B A C K I N
A mangled creation crawls on the ground with elongated arms. "Wallie…" it wheezes. I'm terrified, "My best… friend…"
What is that?
Jun comes behind it and shoots it in the head. HE puts the gun under his suit. "Alright, that'll be about 690. But you don't have money, and I totally understand so I have payment plans." Jun squats in front of me. "You can pay me fifty now. And twenty five dollars weekly or… use my gold plan and pay 90 monthly. Then we have our platinum plan, I don't have insurance and it comes with a free coffin."
"I'm not a vampire…" I mumble. "I know. To be something else… you could sign up for the Two Faced Program and I take you to body shop and they'll give you a spirit. That's a 1178 entry fee; no tax. So you can breathe…"
He smiled at me.
.
.
.
I am so done with him kicking me in the face, stomach, head, and trying to cut my body in half.
I CAN'T FUCKING DIE.
I don't understand shit like my head is still attached to me and this nigga is threatening to rape me.
I really don't want that. I'm in a basement with a dead body. I know it's a dead body cause he told me it was a dead body. I am upset!
Guess what the mummy is. Aleigha body still holding on, which means a nigga ain't dead. And his son is holding me in custody.
The walls, black. The floor, black. But the walls sound like metal so I'm keeping busy making beats.
Antichrist my ass. I don't deserve this shit. I got the cut, the cut disappeared. I got shot, the shot gone. Fuck Tori. I hate my life.
What about my doctor appointment? I'm really concerned about my mental health. I fucked this nigga one time and now I'm in jail.
The doors come undone and Coochie has his hands in his pockets. It's something behind him, a short figure in a burka. "You ready?"
"What!" I turn around. "Rape or gunfire?"
"Either, yo pussy dry and it would take hours for the ambulance to get here." he starts examining his nails. Coochie flicks his long pink nail. "I should pick my finger in yo eye. But anyway. On with festivities."
"What festivities?" I furrow. "I need to exorcise yo ass." The figure beside him coos. "This is Patiniwo. He'll be doing our ritual because I just fucking hate you."
"Oh you can't stand to be around me…?" I sneer. "Yes!" Coochie leaves the room cursing me under his breath. I look at Patiniwo. "so like you a freak midget?"
"no." I jolt at his deep voice. Black smoke pour out the bottom of the burka and Patiniwo gets taller, taller, taller, touch the ceiling. Under him are thin bony legs. His burka is still covering his head, under his feet, golden flowers start to grow.
I press my back against the wall and break my neck looking at this skeleton. "Sin is great." he bellows. As he bends down, I see his glowing eyes through the burka. "I. Have seen you…"
"Where?"
"Here. You bit him." he jabs his finger in the floor. Patiniwo looks me over, a smoke escapes from under the burka. "where?" he says in a breathy tone. "Exhaust?"
"Exhaust what?"
He blows smoke again and stands straight. "I am Patiniwo, the reaper of hemp."
"Marijuana?" I don't mind getting high. He chortles, "Fool." I knew it. Just when I think weed was harmless, nature itself fucks me over. "Confess!" the room shakes. "I don't know what you mean!" I stomp. "All of this is about fucking Aleigha, I don't know Aleigha--"
"You lie" the scent of marijuana wafts around the room. A shade of green and purple fog covers the floor. It wraps my legs. "Confess!" his finger is aimed at me. I don't make I'm supposed to say.
I slide slowly off the wall, I slump over, I can't see. I open and close my eyes, a crowd of people appear in mask. I hear drums and flutes.
'ALEXIS!'
'GIVE ME BABY!'
Who? I'm hearing things.
'Do you have your period?'
'Stay away from that boy. You don't know him.'
'But I don't know anybody!'
'What happens if we kill the king?'
'It'll be fine. Besides all we need is the medal and a body. The throne will be fine.'
'Shuja…'
'Don't listen to Lucant. We ain't brothers, I don't know the nigga like that.'
'Alexis, would you marry me…'
'Sure, Janna…'
'Stop it, your killing him!'
'It's fine baby! Just press the neck like this…'
'Let my hands go! Get off me!'
Tears trail my cheeks. "What did you do?" I didn't do that. I didn't want to do that…