Post by Hatchet Gully on Oct 29, 2020 21:21:02 GMT
“They don’t do Halloween in prison. Holidays are sad times. It’s more of a female thing.”
“Not creative enough, are they? I can think up a million things with limited resources. Like putting your underwear over the pants and a blanket on your neck: Superman. Cover mans up with toilet paper head to toe: Mummy. You could even make some masks from some paper plates if you can manage it.”
Hatchet Gully looks out onto the empty parking lot imagining his time on the rec yard at this time of year. He starts to take A$hley around again for another lap getting used to the car again after being inside. The holidays brought on a fog onto the compound full of the memories of the past not to be had for a while or ever again for some. He could never forget those haunted faces.
“Like I said it’s a bitch thing. The guys can’t play no games. A mask comes on right when we wake up. Only way to survive is to look like you the baddest motherfucker in that bitch so nobody even think about fuckin’ with you. I ain’t talkin’ bout no cheap Halloween mask either. It’s that threat in your eyes from that thousand yard stare that tells ‘em that if something pops of with you someone is getting hurt.”
A$hley thinks for a moment.
“No facepaint or nothing? Weak.”
Hatchet laughs and shakes his head.
“Ain’t no need when you expectin’ blood to spew. How’s that for some paint?”
“Oi careful on the turns… Alright so I got you this signup at the Cheap Pops Pro. Now you can go and do whatever ya want. If you were to inhabit some horror monster, who would it be?
“Ey, What kind of question is that? I’m my own monster like I said. That shit just don’t leave you when you get out.”
“Yeah, yeah you’re devil in a cage… Now answer me.”
Hatchet goes easy on the next turn in thought and nods.
“Chucky.”
“Ya wot?”
“Yeah, Chucky. That’s a bad man right there. He got a bitch too.”
“The dolls? The not even a meter tall ball o’ plastic?”
Hatchet Gully rides easy until he spots something on the road and merges into traffic.
“Look, girl. Behind that innocent doll is the man on a mission. He stay a killer throughout and the one thing that keeps him going is survival. You can pretend to be the most evil fool on earth like Mayfair invoking the Devil himself to match that ugly mug, but if you ain’t survivin’ you ain’t nothing. That fool was locked in a cage for a bit but try surviving for a time with some demons and see what happens.Out here in the world Mayfair has his pick of food but I’m comin’ out with that survival instinct inside me. It is sticking this time and nothing is gonna get in my way.”
A red light comes on at the end of the street and he parks right next to a police cruiser. A$hley stiffens up but he laughs.
“See the thing about Chucky is that he won’t stop when he got a goal in mind. You gotta straight up blow him up or some shit. Otherwise, he’s stabbing through anything and anyone to get at you. He know about that cover too. See a real killer comes up right next to you and you think nothing is wrong. You just chillin’ there none the wiser like a dumbass when the danger is close.”
The cop hums as he waits for the light. He glances over at Gully who nods with a smile and he hesitates for a moment before nodding back. Everything is fine. The light turns green and he goes. Hatchet changes lanes and comes up right behind him. He speeds up.
“But the danger is right on your heels. Chucky know what to do. It’s just a few seconds and you already done fell in his trap. Then it’s just a hand going for that knife. A bag coming over your face, or a drill in your eye.”
A$hley holds on to the dashboard as he rises in speed until the final moment before impact he stops right behind the cop at the next red light just before impact. Again it’s only a glance.
“Some fools don’t know the type of mess comin’ for ‘em until it’s too late. That’s a devil in a mask. And that’s Gully.”
“Not creative enough, are they? I can think up a million things with limited resources. Like putting your underwear over the pants and a blanket on your neck: Superman. Cover mans up with toilet paper head to toe: Mummy. You could even make some masks from some paper plates if you can manage it.”
Hatchet Gully looks out onto the empty parking lot imagining his time on the rec yard at this time of year. He starts to take A$hley around again for another lap getting used to the car again after being inside. The holidays brought on a fog onto the compound full of the memories of the past not to be had for a while or ever again for some. He could never forget those haunted faces.
“Like I said it’s a bitch thing. The guys can’t play no games. A mask comes on right when we wake up. Only way to survive is to look like you the baddest motherfucker in that bitch so nobody even think about fuckin’ with you. I ain’t talkin’ bout no cheap Halloween mask either. It’s that threat in your eyes from that thousand yard stare that tells ‘em that if something pops of with you someone is getting hurt.”
A$hley thinks for a moment.
“No facepaint or nothing? Weak.”
Hatchet laughs and shakes his head.
“Ain’t no need when you expectin’ blood to spew. How’s that for some paint?”
“Oi careful on the turns… Alright so I got you this signup at the Cheap Pops Pro. Now you can go and do whatever ya want. If you were to inhabit some horror monster, who would it be?
“Ey, What kind of question is that? I’m my own monster like I said. That shit just don’t leave you when you get out.”
“Yeah, yeah you’re devil in a cage… Now answer me.”
Hatchet goes easy on the next turn in thought and nods.
“Chucky.”
“Ya wot?”
“Yeah, Chucky. That’s a bad man right there. He got a bitch too.”
“The dolls? The not even a meter tall ball o’ plastic?”
Hatchet Gully rides easy until he spots something on the road and merges into traffic.
“Look, girl. Behind that innocent doll is the man on a mission. He stay a killer throughout and the one thing that keeps him going is survival. You can pretend to be the most evil fool on earth like Mayfair invoking the Devil himself to match that ugly mug, but if you ain’t survivin’ you ain’t nothing. That fool was locked in a cage for a bit but try surviving for a time with some demons and see what happens.Out here in the world Mayfair has his pick of food but I’m comin’ out with that survival instinct inside me. It is sticking this time and nothing is gonna get in my way.”
A red light comes on at the end of the street and he parks right next to a police cruiser. A$hley stiffens up but he laughs.
“See the thing about Chucky is that he won’t stop when he got a goal in mind. You gotta straight up blow him up or some shit. Otherwise, he’s stabbing through anything and anyone to get at you. He know about that cover too. See a real killer comes up right next to you and you think nothing is wrong. You just chillin’ there none the wiser like a dumbass when the danger is close.”
The cop hums as he waits for the light. He glances over at Gully who nods with a smile and he hesitates for a moment before nodding back. Everything is fine. The light turns green and he goes. Hatchet changes lanes and comes up right behind him. He speeds up.
“But the danger is right on your heels. Chucky know what to do. It’s just a few seconds and you already done fell in his trap. Then it’s just a hand going for that knife. A bag coming over your face, or a drill in your eye.”
A$hley holds on to the dashboard as he rises in speed until the final moment before impact he stops right behind the cop at the next red light just before impact. Again it’s only a glance.
“Some fools don’t know the type of mess comin’ for ‘em until it’s too late. That’s a devil in a mask. And that’s Gully.”