I have to punk out this week, and leave you with a scene from my forever WIP "500". The following scene isn't really gory, but the inferred references are. Keep an open mind or leave now. Just sayin'. - CC
(In this scene, Stein has been led around by Roger De Los Muertos, or You-Know-Who's Assistant, and he seems to want to break the man. Scenes from his life are rerun like a bad movie, out of focus, and out of order. If it works well enough as a stand-alone, awesome. Otherwise, I apologize for the abstract slice. This is an experiment.)
Stein felt naked. Steam rolled in around him, hot and humid. He looked down and gave a little yelp.
“Oh come now, not as if I can't see all of you anyway,” Roger said, standing next to him in a towel. His sunken white chest had weeping sores dotted across it, like crying eyes. Stein recoiled when they blinked in unison.
“What the fuck?”
“Seems to be your favorite statement come lately,” Roger scoffed and rolled his head back on his neck.
“Know where you are?”
“Gym,” Stein said flatly. His hair was soapy. He turned to the water spray to rinse the shampoo out. “Kevin.”
He switched the water off and Roger handed him a towel. Or at least—fuck. That caught him by surprise. Kevin Cordoba stood there in a towel himself. His face was red and he stammered. Even though Stein knew exactly what he was going to say, his face worked into a mask of surprise.
“Do I know you?”
Kevin managed a small smile and clung loosely to the towel when Stein moved to snatch it out of his hands.
“Jesus,” Stein said to Roger, outside himself, seeing everything as it occurred. “I was fucking seventeen man! I don't want to see this—“
“You did very horrible things, didn't you Stein? What was it that you did immediately after you told him to get the fuck away from you?”
“I don't want to talk about it.”
“No?” Roger said, “Because I can show you what your friends did to him—“
“They had to identify him by his teeth, Cristein. He was tied down in the bed of a pickup truck like an animal. No one ever knew young boys could be such—monsters.” His grin wavered, “But not you Stein. No. You came off smelling like a rose. Seems Angel and Jason did time in the big house. Jason was stabbed in the throat with a sharpened spoon. He died at the scene, and no one knew where or how that inmate was able to keep a weapon like that. They found out when Armando died a day later from internal bleeding.”
He jerked the towel from Kevin's paused hand and blotted Stein's face.
“Three for the price of one. You've been quite the commodity during your time.”
“I didn't know goddamnit,” Stein said, gritting his teeth. The shower faded, and so did Kevin's hopeful smile.