Reiterating

I guess...?

Nat's mad at me. She wants me to talk about the uh... abduction.

We were abducted. By two men pretending to be cops... or maybe they were crooked cops. I don't know.

I know they pulled us over. Then one of them started saying a bunch of sexist things to Nat along the lines of how she should be 'on her back with her ankles to her head.' You know, class stuff like an asshole would say.

She really kept her cool. I was impressed. He had started humping the door between them before Nat finally snapped and pounce on the asshat with a knife. The she got tasered by the other one. I looked up at he and he shot me in the forehead with his other ready taser. That sucked.

Passed out. Guess I should be lucky I didn't get a stroke... or a heart attack... or fucking brain damage.

I woke up naked, arms tied above me with rope and hanging off a hook.

The guy in the room was setting up a camera.

"We're gonna give Fracture a little show and see if we can't get him to give us a little bonus with a home movie," laughed a man dressed as a butcher. Kinky.

Homo-erotic, as Fracture might say.

So that dumb ass put his back to me. I got to getting out of my ropes. Fun fact, rope is weaker than metal hooks. If you can shimmy it right, you can cut yourself free on your own hook.

Or slit your wrist. Both are better than torture.

I rolled the dice and won, freedom.

I picked up a fire extinguisher at me feet. I get the sense that the finally for my little show was to be set ablaze as there was also gasoline in the room. Such class when they try to burn my ass.

So like I was saying, Fire extinguisher. Bashed the butcher's head in from behind.

That when Nat broke into the room for a peep show. Apparently, she had killed everyone else.

So we collected our effects, stole a new car from among those around the little abandoned hut in the middle of the desert we were in, and kidnapped the coked out druggy Nat found in one of the rooms.

Here a little bonus update of events since then, I took the coke addict out when Nat was napping. I dressed her up to look like Nat, bought her some knives, and then send her to a homeless shelter to try to 'fix her life.'

Should throw any on the border pursuers off our tracks.

Enjoy the crack head Fracture.

Fuck you Mexico, back to the land of Freedom Fries and Dutch toast!

Sloth out.

Love

I had a Dream about a child and it's Mother.

They were on a stone walk way. A side walk maybe. It was a dirty place. They themselves were ratty and filthy, dressed in outfits that were either hand-me-downs or thrift shop purchases.

The mother looked so tired. She marched down the street determined to get home but given her state she could have found rest just as easily in the middle of the street as she could her house. From a glance you might notice her bruises and the finger marks in her skin and figure she was worn down from an unpleasant domestic situation. If you took a minute to talk to her, you would probably assume it was work that had her so spent given the various complaints about it she was willing to give to any ear she could find willing to pay her any mind.

And if you stopped to watch her for a while and realized she dragged that child along everywhere she went, you'd probably realize that its a great many things that has her so down. A man, if she even has one, seems to be the least of them.

And I watched them for a while. They were an oddity. Before I realized it I wasn't watching them anymore.

I was looking up at my Mother as she dragged me around from place to place.

'Other people are so tall,' I lamented to myself. 'Wish I could be tall'

I couldn't remember a time where I had ever saw someone short like me. Just my mother and the blur of normal people we passed by as she took me from place to place. They never had people like me with them. No one to drag around. I must look so odd.

I wanted to ask why I was the only short one here but I didn't feel like getting thrown against the wall today so I kept to the rules and didn't talk.

Hate those stupid rules.

But I saw something as we passed an alley... made me stop which made my Mother stop in turn. I had never done that before. She looked at me with a confused look before following my eyes down the alleyway until she saw what I saw.

A body. The body of a small girl, another little person like me. There are others...

"Oh. Poor child."

I bit my lip a moment before finally venturing to talk. "Ch-... Child?"

"Yeah... like you. A kid."

"A little person..."

"Yeah I guess. Not like you won't be as tall as me when you're my age. In fact, you'll probably be taller."

I was in a world of wonders. There are others. And we change. One day, we get tall!

"Me and her will be tall one day?" I asked so I could be sure I was understanding right.

"You will. She won't. She won't ever do anything ever again. She isn't alive anymore."

"... Alive...?"

She rose an eyebrow in confusion at my question. "Yeah. You know what that is right? You can't possibly be this dumb."

What... is alive. I'm alive I guess? If I give her life, can she do things again?

"What does it mean to... 'be alive'?"

Mother stared at me for a good long while, as if it was somehow inconceivable that I didn't know.

'How would I?' I thought to myself. No one had ever yelled it at me in the street in passing trying to get me to move. Where else was I supposed to learn?

It felt bad. Like maybe, something was wrong with me. 'Why don't I know the things I'm supposed to know?' I wondered to myself as she stared at me bewildered by my ignorance.

"Well... let me show you," she said as she pulled out a thin metal object. "I want you to focus on this sensation," she told me as she slit my throat.

I tried to scream in pain but there was no sound anymore. I started to feel heavy. God it hurt so bad. I fell to my knees, my brain racing trying to comprehend what had just happened. Trying to sift through the rush of agony and the surge of adrenaline.

I reached out toward my Mother as my vision blurred. I cried out for her in a hoarse voice but barely any sound made it out.

Wh-What was happening? How do I make it stop?

Oh my god, the red stuff is coming out! I can't get it go back in. Its everywhere!

"That rush. That's life. And sensation of loss. That's life. That confusion and desperation in the face of a hopeless situation. That is life. That pain, that inescapable all consuming pain as everything gets taken from you slowly turning the world into an incomprehensible blur of misshapen monsters, THAT IS LIFE. I have done everything I can to keep you from that. So you'd be safe... but real love means keeping you safe from all pain for good."

I felt something grab my hair and lift me up. I tried to yell out in pain but I instead spit up blood as that metal implement got forced into my chest over and over again before Mother finally let go of me once more. I crumpled over onto the floor. I couldn't move and everything felt so cold.

"Remember that Mommy loves you. That's why she saved you like this. You'll be forever safe, right here with mommy. No more pain, ever.... can you hear me? I love you."

But I was gone by then. No more thoughts. No more sensation. Just darkness. Just the infinite black void. A place where I was nothing... but I was safe as nothing.

Fuck all of this crap

Fracture, stop sending incompetent idiots. Or maybe don't, because if you sent someone competent, one of us might actually get hurt. Still, sending rapists after a woman is cold, even for you. Don't you like to pretend you're better than that or something?

For those of you who aren't fuckface, here's how it went down. We were just about to hit the border when a couple of cops showed up out of nowhere. We weren't sure if they were there for the stolen car, just pulling us over out of boredom, or if they'd been bought, but it didn't much matter. Cops are always fucking trouble. ALWAYS.

These ones were pretty fucked up. Pigs tend to be sexist, racist pricks, but the one in particular who came up to talk right when we pulled over was the fucking worst. Rambled on and on about how women can't drive, about how I shouldn't be driving because I was a menace to everything on the road, and how I should be back in the kitchen or getting fucked.

I'll admit, I lost it. I killed that fucker right then and there. Turns out, I had good reason. His partner zapped me while I was killing him, and next thing I knew I was waking up chained to the ceiling listening to the assholes debating on whether they were allowed to rape me before they sent me in to get their money. If I hadn't managed to get free... Well, there were three of them, and they decided that they'd probably still get their money if they had their fun first.

The idiots came in one at a time, the first one planning on having his way with me, the other two investigating the silence. Those three went down fast too. No way in hell would I ever allow a rapist shithead to live. They had another woman chained to a bed in the room next to mine. I freed her before I found Sloth, and then we got the fuck out.

You act so fucking high and mighty, and yet this is the kind of scum you're willing to give your money? Fuck you. We're still alive, and we're staying that way.