(6) Sinless Days: The Sinner’s Sisters

--- Mercer ---

The world was at peace.

For him this was rarer than fuck.

Which is why he was savoring laying in bed, limbs tangled with Julie as their sleeping selves latched onto each other like a pair of leeches trying to bleed each other dry but caring too much about the other to drain faster than the other one.

Or rather he was savoring that very warped imagery his twisted psyche had filled his dreams with until something started poking him in the back.

But having slept in a dumpster numerous times in the past, he was fully able to ignore it. Until it moved to his shoulder, at which point he was ignoring it more out of stubbornness than ability. When whatever it was started poking his cheek he decided it was time for violence and pointed his gun in the vague direction of whatever was poking him.

“You’ve five seconds to drop it before I shoot.” He growled.

“I’m not disrespecting the Pokey Stick like that.” An overly familiar voice warned him, before poking him again.

He pulled the trigger on his gun.

“What the fuck?!” Julie screamed from beside him as she shot up in a panic. “Who’s here?!”

“Hey, Jules.” The voice greeted, having completely avoided his concussion round.

“Oh… Hey, you two.” Julie sighed, realizing this was just more of the bullshit she agreed to put up with when she married him.

(Wait, two?) He frowned, finally rolling over to find the pale dirty blonde teen with rings around her eyes wearing a grungy hoodie he’d been expecting. The slightly older dark skinned woman with blue hair was less expected. “This is going to be one of those days isn’t it…”

“Probably.” The blue haired woman admitted, sipping at a cup of coffee he was pretty sure had come from his machine.

“Les-bro.” He greeted, glaring at the coffee.

“Cis-ter.” She greeted back without looking at him.

He shifted his glare to the other intruder. “Blonde bitch.”

She didn’t even look at him as she answered. “Prison bitch.”

Frowning he tracked their mutual line of sight before his arm quickly shot up to cut it off. “Hey, hey! No ogling my wife!”

“I don’t mind.” Julie assured him, stretching her arms in the air and completely missing his complaint.

“How would you feel if your sister saw me naked?” He asked his wife.

“Actually I think I’d like that.” Julie smirked before running a finger over his pecs. “Mostly because she’d be forced to realize my husband is hotter than hers.”

“You know you really do fit in with this family.” The blonde girl laughed with a clap of her hands. “You’re such a petty bitch.”

“Thank you.” Julie smiled looking quite pleased with herself.

It was at that moment the door to their room was kicked open by glowing eyed Scarlet, looking like she was already beginning to shift as claws grew out of her hands and she snarled with a maw full of fangs.

From beside him he noted that the blue one already had a gun aimed for dead between the Malcontent teen’s eyes. The gun not swaying an inch despite being held up by a single hand.

The blonde wasn’t very far behind faint sparks already popping from a device she’d pulled out of her pocket.

“Oi! No violence until I’ve got pants on!” He told everyone, forcibly de-escalating the situation.

“Well that’s boring…” Julie muttered from beside him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Look, we can sort this all out once I’ve got some pants on me and some coffee in me.”

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“And where the fuck is my coffee?!” He asked, glaring at an empty machine that he knew was set to have a pot full by now.

A loud slurping sound drew his attention to the blue haired (bitch) looking him in the eye as she downed his coffee.

“That is an act of terrorism and I will respond appropriately.” He warned her, reaching for his gun only to find it missing. (The fuck?)

“Shouldn’t have left it unguarded.” The blonde brat told him poking him with his gun as she added an unholy mix of sugar to his coffee. “You’re honestly lucky we didn’t do anything to it.”

He couldn’t help but scoff as he stole his gun back. “She may be a terrorist but she wouldn’t disrespect caffeine like that.” He glared at the abomination in the blonde’s hands. “I wouldn’t put that past you though.”

“Fair.” The blonde nodded sipping at her sugar coffee.

“In case you haven’t figured it out, they’re his sisters.” Julie said from the actual dining room.

Scarlet looked between the three of them with a scrunched up expression, likely trying to figure out how they’re related despite the fact that she and Bell didn’t look all that similar themselves.

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“Amari is from my mom’s side.” He pointed at his blue sister and then to the blonde one. “Charlie is from my dad’s side.”

“Right, and these are Scarlet and Bell.” Julie introduced from beside Scarlet and Bell as she sat with said girls at the table. “They’re from the addiction Mercer inherited from his parents.”

“Ah.” Charlie nodded in perfect misunderstanding.

“That is not what’s happening here.” He glared between his sister and his wife.

Amari stared at him for a moment. “Mm, I don’t believe you.”

He forced himself to take a deep breath before grinding out, “Why are you two here? Drinking my coffee and poking me with a stick?”

“Because it’s fun.” Charlie answered without missing a beat.

He caught the stick before she could poke him this time, only to get a raspberry as he yanked it out of her hand.

“It is, but mom wanted me to check in with you after hearing how your house was firebombed.” Amari answered more seriously before jabbing a thumb at his blonde sister. “I figured she’d know where you moved since she actually lives in this hell hole.”

“You’re just mad the Way chewed you up and spat you out.” Charlie scoffed with a derisive shake of her head. “Couldn’t handle the Way of the badass.”

“No, she couldn’t.” He agreed, raising his hand towards the blonde and receiving a high five.

Amari flipped both of them off.

“Anyway,” Charlie sighed. “Blue bitch got my mom all worried about you, and I told her you were fine but she still wanted me to check in person… At which point I realized I haven’t annoyed you in almost a month, and I am way behind quota.”

“Eh, it’s been a busy month for both of us.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, in part because of all that garbage you stirred up a couple of weeks ago.” Charlie glared, before shrugging herself. “Then again, it needed to be dealt with.”

“It did.” He nodded. (Even if it meant interacting with the asshole to do it…)

“Right, so how bad of a situation did you get these girls from?” Amari whispered barely loud enough for him to hear.

“Asylum bad.” He answered just as quietly, knowing that Charlie was leaning in to eavesdrop. “Why?”

“Because they’re being nervous and shifty.” Amari pointed out.

“Yeah, and you remember how you were when Mom-”

“With Jules.” His sister interrupted.

He closed his mouth and glanced at the girls only to realize they were actively avoiding looking at Julie who was clearly trying to ignore that fact no matter how much it bugged her.

Having known the pair slightly longer, and aware that the two were not masters of secret keeping, he decided to just point blank ask them, “Scarlet, Bell, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Scarlet lied, looking away from him even faster than she’d responded.

“Uh-huh.” His eyes narrowed. “Do you need your sister’s powers to know how little I believe that?”

“Not at all.” Bell grimaced, earning a finger gun from him.

“So spit it out you two. Whatever's wrong we can just talk about it.” He assured them.

“Um, well… It’s just, uh, well… You two…” Bell managed to get out.

“Amari and Charlie?” He asked, figuring that it was in character for the girls to have issues with new people.

“No, um, you and Julie…” Scarlet clarified.

“Okay, what about me and Julie?” He prodded, knowing that whatever this was couldn’t be that bad.

“Um, well… We know you guys had a fight because you took us in…” Bell tried to explain.

“Something I’d happily do again.” He promised.

He ignored Charlie’s, “You’re such a dad!” to the point where it might as well not have happened at all as far as his memory was concerned.

“Look girls, having you here was a surprise.” Julie admitted. “But you’re both free to stay here as long as you want to. We bonded talking shit about Mercer.”

Amari smiled. “Yeah, you two might as well be family after doing that.”

“It’s true.” Charlie nodded with enough solemness he was contemplating trying to shoot her again.

“See you two aren’t going anywhere.” Julie assured the girls, before backpedaling a bit. “Unless you want to, you’re not prisoners here.”

“But then why have you two been fighting all the time?” Scarlet frowned.

Julie blinked. “We haven’t been.”

Scarlet glared at her. “No, I’ve heard you every night yelling and even hitting each other!”

“B-but like I was telling you, my, my otherselves say they aren’t fighting!” Bell cried out trying to calm Scarlet down.

“And we aren’t.” Julie agreed, looking deeply confused before her eyes went wide, “Wait… you’ve heard us… every night?”

“Yeah, and even sometimes during the day! So don’t try to pretend you want us here!” Scarlet growled, her eyes flashing red as Julie’s face turned the same color.

“Fuuuuck…” He cringed, realizing what this was all about. “You two have… sensory abilities… that I completely forgot about…”

From beside him Charlie burst out laughing as she realized what he had, earning a confused look from everyone who hadn’t figured it out yet.

“What’s so funny?!” Scarlet yelled.

“You…you heard them… Heh-heh-ha, you heard them… having sex!” His more immature sister cackled in between gasps for air.

Julie buried her face in her arms in an attempt to hide away from the embarrassment.

From beside him Amari refused to look at him even as she took a long sip from her coffee to keep her mouth shut.

As for him? Well, given how he was used to running around in a costume as a poor life choice as well as being a dramatic little bitch about things as a very good battle tactic, he stoically took the situation more annoyed with Charlie’s laughter than the actual embarrassment.

At least until Bell innocently asked, “What’s sex?” and the kitchen went dead silent.

“Heh, funny…” Charlie let out a nervous chuckle as her laughter died out. “You, uh, you know what sex is… right?”

Bell and Scarlet glanced at each other in confusion before they both shook their heads. “No.”

“Where, where babies come from?” Charlie desperately supplied.

Bell’s face scrunched up. “Sex is the stork?”

Closing his eyes in pain, he explained to his sisters that, “They, uh, they had a very… isolated childhood.” (And their confusion at my jokes makes so much more sense now…)

“Uh, huh.” Amari nodded, before taking one long sip of her coffee and setting it on the kitchen counter. “Welp I’m out.” The bluenette told him as she started towards the exit. “I’ll tell mom you’re still alive and that she’s a grandma now.”

“Same!” Charlie called out having already pried open a nearby window for her to climb out of.

“Wait, what? No! They’re not-!” He trailed off realizing both of his sisters had left and in two separate directions. (Damn it! Which one is going to cause more damage? Memory says Charlie but instinct says Amari with mom and- Fuck! I don’t know who to go after!)

“Come on, what the fuck is sex?” Scarlet growled, looking around in confused anger and apparently not understanding what she was saying.

He inhaled deeply, and upon weighing his options in this situation decided that it was better to just bite the bullet, he exhaled before explaining that, “Right, so you two need to have the sex talk… And given how you’re both girls it’s Julie’s job to explain this to you two.”

Julie’s head shot up. “Wait, what?!”

“Meanwhile I’ve got to go do a favor for the way’s resident Eldritch abomination before he gets kill happy, byeee!” He called out as he dove feet first through the same window Charlie had made her escape through moments before.

From behind him, he heard Julie scream, “Coward!”