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| Harley's Permanent High; a.k.a Jimmy's gateway drug | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 3 2013, 18:36 (91 Views) | |
| Max | Mar 3 2013, 18:36 Post #1 |
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The Facetime bowl of soup
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"The devil's backbone my friend" Harley says to Jimmy as they watch the road, obscured from view thanks to a bush. “This is where we separate the men from the boys” As a car sails down the road Harley waits patiently for it to reach the stop sign, when the car does it continues on heading closer to their location. “Here we go!” he shouts, in an instant his shirt is off and Harley is in the air his body phasing turning furry and brown, long spikes begin protruding from his back, and in seconds enough to of them sprout to completely cover his back and the top of his head. Jimmy’s eyes widen as Harley lands in the middle of the road, the only standing structure within miles, save for the shrubbery that was their cover. The car that had neglected to stop was suddenly very fond of the maneuver as its brakes screech to a halt at the site of the spiked monster in front of it. The car fish tails as if it’s moving through water, stopping short of Harley, who hasn’t moved an inch except to flex his muscles. Leaving enough time for the driver to honk the horn, Harley bolts back into the bushes a huge grin projected on his face. The car doesn’t stay still for long, with the path clear the wheels spin out of control as the frantic driver sails away faster than he had arrived. “What the hell was that about?” Jimmy asks, sitting on his butt hugging his legs. Harley is on his stomach laughing his spikes shake like tree branches in a wind storm. “Oh Jimmy, that was fun, you know that thing where people get joy, F-U-N” He smirks. “You could have hurt someone!” “Oh please, I’ve done this thousands of times, well not recently, but allot of times in the past, it will increase reaction time” “Is that why I’m out here, to increase my reactions?!” Jimmy is now on both feet. “Yeah, sure let’s say that” Harley stands up, his height slightly lessoned than his human form. Jimmy studies him, realizing he’s hunched over supporting the weight of his spikes. “You get the next one” “Yeah, I’ll be right out there” Jimmy says sarcasm dripping of his tongue as he walks away. “Oh come on new guy, look if it makes you feel any better, I only scare the drivers who don’t stop at the stop sign down the road.” “Why?!” “I don’t know, that’s just what I was taught to do, now come on, we need to make sure we don’t miss anymore drivers.” “Wait!” Jimmy says, turning back to face Harley, “Say that again” “We can’t miss any drivers” Harley repeats. “No!” Jimmy points at him, “You said you were taught to do this, to jump in front of cars?” “Yeah, so?” he begins scratching between the spikes behind his tiny ears. “Who taught you to be so reckless, Sagi?” “No…my maker” Harley says, his composure changing to a somber tone. “You mean the guy who…bit you?” “Yeah…her name was Angelina…and I loved her more than anyone” “What happened?” Jimmy and Harley are now standing closer together still obscured by the branches. “I’ll tell you, but um…brace yourself, not all of us get the pretty pictured origin story that others do” “I’m listening” He pauses for a second, and then looking up at the setting sun he asks “Ever heard of, the permanent high?” |
![]() "Am I a hero or a monster? My only conclusion is that I'm a little of both, but of which one of those two is the most dominant? I really couldn't say" (Jimmy) | |
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| Max | Mar 3 2013, 19:37 Post #2 |
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The Facetime bowl of soup
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"It's called Trepanning" He says, watching the sky, "Used on a person, it alleviates headaches and migraines, I used it to get high" "You did drugs?" "Just about all of them my friend, one night I was tripping on acid so bad I wanted to go trepanning on myself" "What does this procedure entail?" Harley chuckles and removing the bandage from his forehead he reveals a circular shaped scar above left eye, "It involves gaining a permanent high by drilling a hole in your own head" FLASHBACK A younger faced Harley lies on the ground, blood oozes out of his temple and a bloody drill rests in his near-lifeless hand. In an apartment the size of a public restroom, his door bursts open and a dark figure walks in. His face is scared and his clothes are expensive, but his demeanor is anything but professional. “Henry!” the man proclaims, “I see stealing all the acid in my stockroom wasn’t enough, you actually had to attempt the permanent high” Harley tries to speak but blood replaces words in his mouth. “I didn’t catch that” the man says entering the apartment, “Oh well, so tell me…does it work, are you tripping right now?” Without even waiting for a response the man says, “I never suggest the permanent high to my customers; after all you can’t sell drugs if all your customers have holes in their heads” Back to current events at the highway Harley says, “Now all that I’ve told you so far is from perfect memory, but I was so messed up, I might be altering a few details here or there, but I assure you, the rest was confirmed for me later." FLASHBACK Out of nowhere a huge spike pops out of the man’s chest, his eyes go wide at the site of the object that has replaced his cold heart. He’s dead before he hits the ground unaware of his attacker. Standing behind him is a woman in a flowing coat; her long dark hair covers half her face. She views Harley, carefully and says, “I’ve seen so many people so close to death…you look amazing compared to them though.” “Are you death?” Harley asks the woman as she approaches him. “Maybe” she replies with a wink. “Spare me…please!” he begins choking on the blood milkshake his mouth is making. “Spare you…can you walk beside death?” He doesn’t answer, he just watches as dark fur spreads across her body, and huge spikes protrude from her back, she kneels down and grabbing his arm. She removes the power drill from his hand and tosses it, and then carefully, as if his hand will disintegrate in hers, she bites down hard. A car drives down the highway, causing Jimmy and Harley to duck down; when it passes they both get back up. “What happened next?” Jimmy asks in a whisper. “Her name was Angelina, she taught me how to be me, how to scare traffic. The two of us were inseparable from that point on and then she met someone else…he married her and took her to some mansion where she got a new life that didn’t include me. After that I spent several years on the streets, as a were-porcupine, drugs don’t do anything for me anymore.” “Would you still take them if they did?” Jimmy asks. “I don’t know…but yeah, I met Sagi and his team when they were a bit smaller than they are now, said no to him twice.” “How’d he change your mind?” “He didn’t, but I got a look at their newest member and couldn’t stay away and won’t stay away from them, their family now.” A calm breeze blows past them and moonlight hits the ground, Harley stretches out, letting his spikes protrude out more, “Now, I believe you have a car to catch.” Jimmy grins then taking a deep breath he says, “Let’s do this” |
![]() "Am I a hero or a monster? My only conclusion is that I'm a little of both, but of which one of those two is the most dominant? I really couldn't say" (Jimmy) | |
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