Mercy: Lost - Ch:1 - A Werewolf Love Story

My mind trembled, but I made no effort to move, my head was hurting too much

‘’Smooth, Why don’t you go around cracking everybody’s head open. That’ll make you friends real quick.’’

‘’I don’t need your sarcasm sour puss!’’

‘’Yeah sour puss we don’t need your sarcasm’’

I counted off the voices, the first one I didn’t know. But I had a feeling I’d like them; it was something about that sarcastic tone, that angry edge. It was familiar.

Then there was Blanc…and well she is who she is

And then that Jerry guy, with the immature preteen snicker on the word puss

I sighed a little ignoring their bickering while I debated on whether or not to turn my head to get some air or to just suffocate to death

‘’…She needs to breathe…’’

‘’What?...’’

I could feel a handful of my hair being yanked up, and unconsciously as my head was lifted, i sucked in as much air as my lungs could hold before the person let go and my face met the pillow again

‘’oh…’’

my lungs strained to hold it. but after a couple seconds they gave in and it whooshed out, warming my face

‘’Gary!!!, I thought you were dea-’’

she whacked my back a couple times, with as much force as a garbage truck and let out a dry sob. Then before she had even finished her sentence, She struck up a pig Latin convo. with ‘’Jerry’’

‘’ixnay onway ethay imprintay alktay’’

‘’okway’’

While I agreed with myself on their stupidity and thought mostly on how to force a breath through this pillow, I was flipped over, as easily as a pancake

my eyes were on the ceiling, the chandelier dangling almost in sync with the pulses that shot though my head, most of them from the obscene amount of perfume Blanc was wearing. With every movment she polluted the air around her with these toxic fumes

I shoved her away in between violent sneezes, not bothering to notice the fact that she was all dressed up andmakeup on like she was going some where or something

‘’Gary?’’

my hand instantly cupped itself over my nose ‘'you smell..’’ And after a small struggle, ending with me sprawled across the floor and shifting toward the open space under the bed, Jerry spoke up a light laugh in his voice

‘’..Are you alright’’

I ignored him, and scuttled under in to the darkness like a scared cat

I didn’t like being in the open, where I was venerable, at least this way I could see them coming.

Blanc dropped down poking her head in, her pink lipstick and the powdered blush on her cheeks sticking out against all that white

‘’Gary?’’

I frowned at her ‘’what?’’

‘’watcha doin?’’

‘’I’m riding the fucking tapioca express, what’s it look like I’m doing?’’

she blinked and in a second of silence came to realize that I wasn’t serious, and so her grin appeared, she made that weird horse sound and smashed her head on the bed frame while laughing loudly

‘’tapi-tapiocaaaa….hooh man that’s good stuff’’

my face set its self in stone while she poked her head out to say ‘’she’s alright’’ and then pull it back down simply to grin at me

‘’uh…Blanc?’’

and another unknown voice enters from stage left, I could see their loafers and pleaded pants (loser) as they took a hesitant step in

‘’oh…I’ve never been in this room…are you...Blanc?’’

her eyes went wide and she smashed her head on the frame again while struggling not to look like an idiot

‘’yea I’m right here...haha you found me, ya!, uh....let’s go!!!’’

and she was up and out the door in under 10 mili seconds, dragging loafer guy with her, like she seems to do to every body, Mystery dude’s and Jerry’s feet staying in place.

The only way to tell the difference was Jerry’s tube socks and pajama pants

It was a while before Jerry’s right foot went to take a step toward the bed and before I could even tell what happened it seems mystery guy hit him…pretty hard seeing as he was launched to the other side of the room, but maybe not hard enough because he was laughing

‘’Possessive already huh? Alright alright, I know when I’m not wanted.’’

The mystery guy grunted, plopping down on the bed as Jerry left

Then it was just the two of us