Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Judas
Did I feel bad? Nah…
But Randy looked like a spent little whore when I walked out of the warehouse. Covered in come, and soiling his pants.
‘And he jizzed his pants,’ I sang in my mind.
I snickered, the song lyrics curling around me like smoke, as I bumped into shit on my way down the alleyway. My mind created a whole new world, and ‘this mermaid’ couldn’t differentiate half the damn time what was real.
I was a self-proclaimed asshole, and part of the reason was simply that I didn’t bother playing ‘real-or-cake’ before continuing forward.
It made for some pissy Karens, hissing bitch ass cats with sensitive tails, and bruises from walls when fighting back.
But this had been my life so long I didn’t know anything else.
The alleyway was a piece of shit. It was worse than the prison, and I wondered how the fuck anyone actually lived here. Didn’t homeless people freeze their dick off?
I guess Texas wasn’t known for blizzards, but that didn’t mean the jewels didn’t get cold in the rain and the gods’ hissy fits.
Thunder is god’s farts. Rain is getting a handy from an angel annnnnnd natural disasters are just the asshole angels throwing a tantrum over their daddy being the big cheese.
I rolled my eyes, ignoring the demons as they whispered in my brain.
I was busy. I had a task. A task that the thoroughly mouth fucked man in the warehouse would castrate me for doing.
I had to do this for him. The entire year of snooping in his life couldn’t be ignored, the pain resonating in those walls like the ghosts in my noggin.
It was too much for the ‘distinguished’ try-hard that Randall King forced himself to be.
I was a piece of shit, but I had to see if at least one of my exit plans was effective. Before I set out to grovel at the silver city, I came here to a small, little hovel of a collection of homeless people. We got along well enough, though I wasn’t exactly loved here.
People were afraid of me no matter where I went. Hell, I killed people without even realizing it. It was right to be a bit spooked by a broken marionette, wondering when the little devil would go possessed doll on everyone. Too bad I couldn’t pull off red hair.
“Judas?”
I waited to respond, calculating if this was a demon. They looked real enough, holding a hoodie overhead to avoid the rain pelting down. The bridge above our heads hummed every time a car went over it.
The vast distance of my height was little compared to the vibration it created for everyone under the giant’s protection. The homeless were scattered around the broken tires, tents, and self-made boxes serving as shelters, littering the area.
A big trash can was lit with some newspaper, and the majority of the people I knew crowded around the illumination, murmuring soft conversations to one another.
The woman in front of me was old, like grandma’s diaper old. She didn’t seem fragile, though. Something told me if I tried to mess with her, I’d lose a nut. I narrowed my eyes, leaning my head down to the female.
So fucking short.
Damn, this lady made my neck hurt how far I had to lean down even to see the top of her gray head.
This is how Gee feels with Zee?
“Judas Masters?” she said again, in a more mom tone now, less curious.
I bowed my head and saluted her, not feeling like speaking in case she wasn’t real after all.
“My name is Judith. I have the information and the requested package. Please go to the back area by the junkyard to retrieve your parcel.”
Hmm. A year. A fucking year it took for this bitch to respond to me? She thinks she can just pop up a year later and give me what I want? Ha.
“Also. I am sorry, but there is still no trace of a Taliah Masters. My team and I continue daily to search for her.”
Of course. Tal always was good with hide and seek, wasn’t she? Nothing like our fucking sister to be the one to run off from this hellhole. Bullet wound or not, she had to see some fucked up shit that night. Me ‘dying’ for one. Hell, if it hadn’t been for Tal, I would be dead…
Falling. Falling. Falling.
I was falling. Roe’s face was getting farther and farther away, my body soared through the fucking sky like a downed bird.
I was going to die. The jagged cliffs and roaring water under me were an assurance that if the searing pain in my side didn’t kill me, then the pancake splat to the water would.
I’m so sorry, Pharaoh.
I couldn’t shake the flashbacks.
The red.
My name.
With Larry, the bitch, slapped back into oblivion of my head, I could see it all now. Tiffany, though a raging bitch that she was, didn’t deserve the death I gave her.
She’d said my name, over and over. Yet she didn’t scream. She must have been trying to keep Xenia from waking up.
Fuck.
Xenia.
She didn’t even wake up. My hands had pulled the cover over her curly black head and pressed down hard on her neck.
“Fuck,” I screamed into the air around me. Still fucking falling. “I deserve to die.”
The echo of my brothers’ screams and my own bounced in my head. The silence of my mind was deafening.
And then, I landed.
The pain of the water was a divine fucking punishment, feeling like cement that immobilized me instantly. I couldn’t see. My vision was blind to the pain. Their screams were the last thing I heard before I let the water drag me into the hell I knew I deserved.
“Fuck off,” I said, shaking and battering my head from the memories.
That wouldn’t help me now. As my hands lowered, a flash occurred, and blood covered my hands, blurring the tattoos and dripping down my fingertips. The next second, another flash, and they were clean.
“You okay? The parcel is…fragile. You may want to retrieve it quickly. Not sure how much time it has to be…reviewed.”
Judith was still there. Still fucking glaring at me despite her action figure size. Fuck me, I had to get a hold of myself.
Unhinged Judie is a biiiiig no no.
“Yep. Thanks, sweet cheeks. You got your payment already, so unless you wanna give me one of those gummy blowies, you can go.”
The woman didn’t make a different expression, and instead pushed her horn-rimmed glasses up her face and turned away from me, walking away to do whatever the fuck her old ass did.
It was always the people you never dreamed of doing the darkest shit. Soccer moms made the best dealers, the maid killed the socialite, and, of course, grandma was the most efficient assassin.
Walking over to the group gathered around the trash can, I made my usual greeting.
“Sup trash pandas? Did you already pawn my bed? I kinda need it back.”
“I would miss that bad ass, don’t fuck with me, man, scent you carry too much, Judes.” Garreth snickered, turning his chiseled ass toward me.
Fucking kid was twenty, and I had no damn business playing with him, but fuck me if he didn’t make me want to commit to some play time.
And hellllo.
Zee and Fallon are fucking babies compared to my brothers. Why should Gee and Roe be the only age-gap taps?
How old was Randall?
“That’s the immaculate ambiance of piss and B.O., Kid,” I said, rolling my eyes, and walking up to warm myself by the fire.
The blush on his neck made me think of Randall’s, and my cock did a little wiggle for my pretty cop, likely seething back in the warehouse. Would he follow me here? Was I smart when I made my way to the homeless-ies? Maybe I wanted him to follow me.
No. Judas. Get your dick in your pants and focus on making his life less of a shit sandwich. You are the reason he’s in this mess.
“So fugitive. You wanna get some drinks and play chess?”
I ignored Garreth’s words, keeping my feet moving forward, with a wave over my shoulder.
Randall would be getting up by now, right?
His legs probably couldn’t move, but he’d be back from jelly mode in no time.
I didn’t put it past him to chase after me, even incapacitated, which, for all intents and purposes, I definitely should have made him go night-night before leaving him in a puddle of come.
Maybe that was an oversight.
Or maybe you like playing with Randy’s Pandy and don’t want to hurt him.
Damn demons.
“Fuck your grandma. She needs something to replace my dick snot.”
The voices didn’t quiet, but they became that muted blur that was tolerable.
The junkyard smelled like spoiled meat, a new upgrade from the usual old-tire-and-dirty-water stink. Now, it was right out of a horror film.
Guess that made me the busty blonde running toward the danger, huh?
Picking up my pace, I started jogging baywatch style, letting my non-existent titties bounce as my feet connected with the ground over and over. If Randy wanted to follow me after all, and up his stalker game, then I’d better give him a good show.