Day 34
Dee sat up from Vinn's couch bed, jarred by the sound of someone opening a creaky metal door.
“Vinn, please take Nicole somewhere else to bang. I can’t sleep in the shower, you two can have sex there. Just let me sleep.” Dee moaned in annoyance.
“I’ll just get my things and be on my way then.” Said a darker, gruffer voice than Vinn, but equally Delmarian. She took off her sleep mask and glared at Hyde.
“YOU!” she scolded.
“Calm down, I’m getting a some supplies and heading back. Why are you sleeping in the cave home anyway?”
“Silverback and I had a fight…about you. He seems to think you’re a guest in our home and I thought we should toss you to the bugs.” She barked.
“What the hell did I do to get you so riled up?”
“What…what did you do? You moved into my house without me getting a say in it, you eat my food, you sleep on my couch, you snore, and you keep scooping up my best friend to go fuck every 9 seconds and I can hear you. I can’t get away from you in my own home, and you won’t just stay in the big Delmarian built cave home because of your stupid military buddy code. Just sleep here. Nobody else sleeps here But Vinn and Nicole, and it’s a big damn cave with spare rooms. Come up with a system. It’s one thing to have Vinn sleeping on the couch downstairs and having discreet sex with his Nicole during nocturnal hours and otherwise being a gentleman and part of the group, but you just exist here. Nobody invited you, nobody wanted you here, they just didn’t want Evee getting killed staying behind with you, so you got invited as a plus one.”
“Damn, you really don’t sugar coat anything, do you?”
“I haven’t slept a solid 3 hours in a month without waking up to sex noises or going to the kitchen to find my food eaten, or my favorite TV spot lit up with war movies at 3AM. You’re an asshole, and I’m stuck with you and I can’t leave, and you won't sleep here, and I can't sleep here BECAUSE THE DAMN SPIDERS GLOW IN THE DARK AND THE LIGHT KEEPS ME UP AND THEN YOU BARGE IN HERE TOO!” she yelled.
“How am I supposed to know anyone’s trying to sleep in here at 3am. Vinn and Nicole are on the basement couch and I needed a supply run. I can’t magically predict this shit. You human females just bottle shit up and simmer till you explode, don’t you? You can’t just speak and use words to say something upsets you when it first upsets you? No you gotta act like nothing is wrong till it festers and turns you into a ravenous monster. Now I can read Evee enough to know when she’s pissed at me and trying to hide it, but I don’t even know you, let alone your girl code, so why not just tell me when it became an issue?” he argued.
“Because you scare me. I was nervous around Vinn when he first came around, and he’s a damn teddy bear with horns. You kill things for fun, and let's not forget that tunnel bullshit before you got cloned.” she said, looking serious.
“Is that what this is about? Because if this is about me snoring and keeping you awake that’s your damn fault for silently brewing but if this is about Kraken and the other thing…I’m sorry.” He said changing his tone.
“What? You never apologize for shit.”
“Not for snoring and being trapped in a box with humans, that’s not my fault. I came here for Evee and to protect her, I didn’t bring the damn bugs or know in advance to park my ship…excuse me HER ship in the back yard in case we got locked down some day. So I’m not sorry for being here, or god forbid, eating food or making too much noise when I sleep. I sure won’t apologize for failing to clairvoyantly reading the mind of a human female and catering to her sleep schedule without her having to ask me. So if this is about that, no offense but you should have done what you do best and open your mouth, yap about it. You do that more than anyone until it’s useful.” He said defiantly, and then calming down and looking sad. “But I spend every day regretting things I did in a past life and I don’t know if I should feel guilty or not, but I do anyway. I’m not him, but I came from him. And he tormenting you all, threatened your lives, almost killed Vinn and Jack.”
“You didn’t almost kill Jack, if you think you had the chance to kill Jack, you’re an idiot. He just wanted you to think that to get you in his crosshairs, or you’re just an arrogant dick that thinks you’re the top dog everywhere you go. Vinn kicked your ass, and Jack could have killed you a dozen times if Gizzy didn’t tell him to stand down. You’re not the alpha male in this clan, you’re not even in this clan, you’re just a Nicole parasite that got adopted as a pet because you changed…theoretically.” She barked.
“Look, I’m at least part of the monster that chased you down in those tunnels, I dragged you into a nightmare, and you thought you were about to die, or worse. I traumatized you. I hate myself for that, and I did far worse to Nicole. But for some reason she forgives me and understands how that man died in the pit, and I’m just carrying his memories, and clearly you don’t accept that and frankly in some moments, neither do I, so I agree with you. I am so sorry, but I can’t take back what someone else did to you, even if I remember myself doing it like some kind of dream where for 13 years I was someone else who I hate more than you ever could.”
“Holy shit…” she said just sitting silently.
“Yea. Imagine waking up every day and your entire life feels like a lie, and every memory of your past is someone else piloting you like a drone, doing terrible things you can’t stand even to think about. 13 years of that, and I can’t shake the fact that I’m just that monster, lobotomized and badly fixed. I may be an asshole, that’s just who I am, but I would love to forget being Kraken. I remember grabbing you and pulling you through that hallway. I remember the terror in your face knowing you were going to die in a gruesome way, and I remember being completely indifferent to whether or not you lived or died. Like a piece of meat, just not the piece of meat I was ordered to hunt, and I left you there alone and went back to my hunt…your best friend. And I didn’t give a damn about any of you. And that…breaks my heart to remember, because it’s so far from what I feel now and who I am. Dying changes you, you can’t understand that, but I understand perfectly why you hate me, and you are correct.”
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“Yea, you fucked me up a little, but I got over it. I had some weird dreams and shit, but you didn’t like, torture me or anything. Not like you’re torturing yourself. I know you’re not that person, but you look just like him, you talk like him, and sometimes you give me that weird look like I’m just a piece of meat in a tunnel, and it makes me very…confused.”
“I disgust you, it’s understandable.”
“No you don’t. That’s what confuses me.” You give me that look like you’re gonna grab my ankle and drag me into a dark tunnel and now that I know you don’t wanna kill me or torture me as bait…I kinda wanna know what you’re thinking about doing to me in there. Because Evee never objects to you grabbing her and carrying her off and I know my friend, she would object if she wanted to.”
“Are you serious? After all I did to you, and your friends, you actually feel something for me that isn’t revolt?” he smirked curiously. "You unpredictable little shit."
“Yea, get over it. We all know you’re not Kraken, so maybe you need to get that through your big giant thick skull too. I’m pissed off because I haven’t slept, I’m stressed out and stir-crazy trapped in a house with you and Evee and every time I hear you or walk in on you, my initial reaction of shock and gross gets a little closer to “get it, girl.” And that worries me. I went from fearing you to just being curious about you, and I don’t know if you’re aware, but me and Silverback are swingers. Mkay? We like to party and meet other couples at the clubs, and now we’re stuck in a little box with each other and no outlet, and I think we realized half of the relationship is based on the fact that we can bang other people. So yea we’re clearly so in love that when we can’t swap and experiment and have our fun scenarios, we just stop having sex much, and I start thinking about the men in the house. All of them taken, of course.
And then I see you with Evee…EVERY. TWO. HOURS…just going at it like badgers on crack and I think Damnit…you seem happy. Vinn and Nicole are fairly tail in love so much it seems like they were written by lovers as a shitty romance book, Vicki and Jack are boring but happy to be boring, and I don’t know how Mel is holding up, she’s always borderline insane so how can you tell. Meanwhile, my man is old and tired, I’m annoying the shit out of him, and I’m starting to see why he lets me do other guys, I’d pass me on to someone else too if I was stuck with me. And now we’re all we got in here and I can’t help but dream about what crazy spy gadgets Jack must have to keep Vicky so pleased, or what Vinn does that makes someone fall in love that hard, and then I see your hairy ass like a 90’s porn pop-up every day and wonder if the Nicoles maybe have the right idea with the Delmarian fetish.” she admitted.
“Dee shut up.” He said abruptly. She did, too baffled to comprehend the audacity of this guy.
“I was getting to a point.” she said carefully.
“Well I don’t have 30 years to stand here without beer and rotisserie chicken because I got your point, loud and clear. You don’t like me, but you want me, and that pisses you off. Your other drama is not my fault, so I don't need to hear the backstory of it. So you got 3 options. Either shut up and let me get my supplies, and I’ll leave you alone, or you can shut up and wait for me to get on that couch, where you can either clock me in the nose to get it out of your system or get your clothes off. You need some therapeutic release and I don’t know if you’re gonna punch my face for 5 minutes or flip over for me, and frankly you have a point either way. So take a second to silently make your decision, and I’m gonna have a beer while you do. Then I can either leave or stay, make up your mind. Make your decisions, I’m perfectly fine with all 3.” He said boldly.
She watched him trudge up the stairs, both amazed at his hubris and the size of the dick-energy it contained.
“Bring me a beer too.” She yelled, getting up and checking the door to the tunnels, she scooted a chair up to it to block it from opening. A smirk appeared on her face as she wiggled the latch to check.
Silverback let out a mighty yawn, strolling to the kitchen to get breakfast. He spotted Dee and waved with a big grin.
“Morning sunshine.” He said loudly, sending her into a vertical jump. “Sorry, did I startle ya?” he asked.
“I just…weird dreams, still foggy.”
“You want me to make you some coffee or eggs?” he asked.
“No, I already ate…meat and a giant redbull.”
“Odd choice for breakfast. You’re not pregnant, are you?” he joked.
“Please, PLEASE do not even joke about that right now. I am so confused and, I feel just terrible. I don’t know how to even put the words together.” She said looking guilty.
“Could just say sorry.” He shrugged. She gave him an alarmed look of shocked confusion, blinking to process if he knew or not.
“For…” she started.
“Dee, I can tell when you stayed up all night and feel like shit. We had a fight, you couldn’t sleep, you probably stayed up all night hardcore gaming and streaming in a maid outfit for donations to feel better, and now you regret it and your body is reminding you that you’re not 20 anymore, and you can’t do that without feeling bad the next morning"
“Yea something like that.”
“Point is you’re stubborn and bull headed, and now you feel dumb and exhausted because you couldn’t just say sorry and come back to bed. It’s just how you are, and it’s fine. I’ll make you some steak and eggs, you need the protein and a nap.”
“The last thing I need right now is a big hunk of beef and the ability to dream. I just need some space. And I’m…sorry?” she said.
“Well, you must have had someone on chat talk some sense into you. I never thought you’d apologize so easy. Hey, whatever they said may be good advice. I’m gonna hit the gym equipment in the attic. This indoor shit has got me all messed up" Silverback groaned.
“Yea me too.” She admitted.
Hyde sat up mid snort, ready to fight off something and made eye contact with Vinn standing there with a beer and a plate of pasta. He tossed the beer at Hyde.
“Rough night?”
“Rougher for some.” He said, cranking it open and chugging it down. “What did you, uh, how long have you been here?”
“Bout 3 minutes. Just came here alone for leftovers noticed you on my couch.
“Evee and I had a fight, please don’t mention it to anyone, especially her. It was a private matter. You understand?” he asked.
“Hey, I get it. You don’t talk about shit, if you need a place to crash, you can crash here. Just promise me you’re not banging Evee on my couch.”
“I can honestly say I have not, and don’t plan to bang Evee on your couch.” He said embracing the technicality.
“Hey, then it’s like I never saw you. And if you two make up and need a place to be discreet, you can come here, if we’re not here but dude, use the shower. Put some tape on the door so I know. I hate walking in on you two, and I get it, she’s smoking hot, I’m pretty happy with mine, and they look the same, but bro…you gotta be sneaky about it, and I’d rather you defile the downstairs bathroom we can hose off, than have you banging in the kitchen.
“I don’t wanna talk about it, but I understand what you’re saying. Let’s leave it at that.” He nodded, getting up and grabbing the rest of the 6 pack as he trudged off.