Animosity: Undead

Chapter 28

Levy's PoV

''Well, guess we will both be waiting for them.'' Loke sat next to Mika.

''What if something bad happens to Kris and Niccolo?'' I said.

''There won't be a bad thing to happen to them. To Jean and Dean too.'' Loke commented.

''I do not care about those dirty siblings. Fuckers.'' Those Incest.

''What? Why?'' Mika asked. Mika seems to know something about the two. She's been awkward around them since three weeks ago.

''Those sick whores. They're in a relationship. Incest!'' I argued. Yes, it's unbelievable at first but they are.

''You have no proof for that Levy. Your just imagining things.'' s**t. Loke is not believing me. What a great night.

''I heard those ready to grind 15 freaking minutes ago when I went upstairs. Instead of looking for Kris the two is kissing.'' I said.

I, clearly, am not a liar.

''Okay, we will just ask them when they come back.''

''Yeah came back after grinding their v****a and p***s together.'' I said. Those two make me mad. Fine, I can accept their incest relationship if they have explained. But having s*x while Kris is missing, unforgettable.

''Woah, woah...Levy that is not good, girl.'' Loke said.

''Oh, I bet that's true, babe.'' Mika defended me. Thatnk goodness.

''W-What?'' He must be in shock.

''I heard them too. Two months ago, f*****g at our club room and three weeks ago at the women's restroom of our school.'' That's why she's awkward around them.

''They're not silent when having s*x?'' Loke asked.

''That's not the point here!''

I cannot believe this man.

*Clang

We heard a loud sound from the left wing.

''What was that?'' I ask.

My heart is beating fast. My baby might be affected by this.

''W-What was that, Loke?'' Mika grabbed Loke shirt which made me grab his belt.

''Girls, I know your nervous but please do not tear my clothes off. It's cold in here.''

''I am sorry. I'm just scared that's all.'' Mika said.

''Okay what about I'll tell you a story so that the two of you will calm down, can I?''

''What story?'' I asked and grasped my belly. I think my child would like that.

I'm serious worried about Kris.

''The story, Loke. The story.'' Mika said as Loke stared at me for a moment.

''Here comes The Runaway Bunny. The Runaway Bunny is a 1942 picture book written by Margaret Wise Brown and illustrated by Clement Hurd. The plot deals with a small rabbit, who wants to run away...''

''All I want to hear is the synopsis. I've heard that story.'' I said.

''The synopsis it is...'' Pregnant women are hard to handle. ...''A little bunny tells his mother that he is going to run away, becoming variously a fish, a rock on a mountain, a crocus in a hidden garden, a bird, a sailboat, a circus acrobat, and finally a little boy, until he resigns himself to stay where he is and remain her little bunny. Mother Bunny appears as a fisherman, a mountain climber, a gardener, a tree, a cloud, a trapeze walker, and finally the mother herself. That's the synopsis.''

Boring.

''Oh. Short. Another one please.'' I requested.

''Okay, here's another one. A sweet story of a young boy named Jay Jay who shares a special bond with his Grannie. Full of love, hugs & kisses, and tasty Sunday dinners, this cozy story is an ode to the joys of food and family. How about that? Sounds great? It's calle 'Full, full, full of love.''

Mika glared at Loke.

''Not that. Sounds boring. Try again, Loke.'' Does this man only heard about boring stories.

''Goodnight Moon it is. Hear this. The text is a rhyming poem, describing an anthropomorphic bunny's bedtime ritual of saying "good night" to various inanimate and living objects in the bunny's bedroom; a red balloon, a pair of socks, the bunny's dollhouse, a bowl of mush, and two kittens, among others; despite the kittens, a mouse is present in each spread. The book begins at 7:00 PM, and ends at 8:10 PM, with each spread being spaced 10 minutes apart, as measured by the two clocks in the room, and reflected in the rising moon. The illustrations alternate between 2-page black-and-white spreads of objects and 2-page color spreads of the room, like the other books in the series; this was a common cost-saving technique at the time. Sounds goor right?''

''Boring as hell.'' I said.

''Still boring? I can't believe pregnant woman is so hard to soothe.''

''How 'bout wh---WHAT????!'' I am utterly shocked.

''Is Mika pregnant?'' I ask.

''What? No?'' Mika denied.

''Loke cannot be pregnant so it's ----me... How the f**k did you know?''

''Excessively touching your womb. How many months?''

''Still a week, Loke. Kris is the father.''

''Does he know?'' Loke asked.

''Yes.''

''Oh my ghad. That is happy news, Levy.'' Mika hugged me.

''Yeah congratula---''

Mika cutted Loke's words.

''Tell her the story of The Tell-Tale Heart... that is soothing for the baby.''

Oh my gash. Mika likes thriller stuff. This ain't gonna be good.

''Okay, I will. Clench your butts ladies...''

Oh my gash.

'' TRUE! I am very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses -- not destroyed -- not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily -- how calmly I can tell you the whole story...''

This is thriller. I hate thriller.

''... Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! --would a madman have been so wise as thi---''

Loke is improvising this story.

''... I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily...''

This is gonna be a long night.

''... Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart...''

Now, I'm feeling scared. s**t. Even mmore scared now that I remembered the clang minutes ago.

''...When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a single dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye...''

Vulture Eye?! now I am thinking that somebody is watching us!

It's not soothing. I look at Mika. And Gash she's enjoying it!

''... directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot. And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over acuteness of the senses? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into cour....''

When is it gonna end? I want to stop this but I'm gonna hurt their feelings when here they are, trying to soothe me. Trying to let me forget about worrying on Kris for a second.

''... I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbor! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall...''

Loke looked at me.

''... No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath -- and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men -- but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! What could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continua----It's not soothing anymore, ain't it Levy?''

I sighed. I didn't mean to break their spirits just to try to cheer me up. f**k.

''I am very sorry. I hate thrillers.''

''Oh. I should've considered your opinion. I am very sorry Levy.''

''No. I am the one to apologise. It's hard soothing a pregnant lady, as Loke said.'' I laughed.

''That is sweet, Levy. Let us be the godparents.'' Loke suggested.

''All of the club mem---''

I stopped.

The f**k?

Why is my heart beating so fast on that silhoutte?

''Kris?'' I asked. Loke and Mika gazed at the silhouette I'm talking.

''Levy...That is not...Kris...''