The rat in its hole {Defleur&Inret}

Drug affairs

Integrity was a bliss nowadays, a bliss that Kusy was currently missing. The man he was heading for had forgotten the tacit agreement, a condition the avowed custodian was not pleased with. They had all complied with the unspoken rules , acknowledged by heart and accepted. No excuses for such behavior, the man in suit had decided, and so went on to chase down the problem.

His heels clicked as he wandered down the dimly illuminated hallway. The gait was ever so light and steady, a slim figure that crossed the corridors. He strolled his way, casually but resolute with a countenance remarking indifference.
It was a wrecked building, considering the flickering lights, which had obviously been in their place for years as Kusy’s gaze roved about, noticing. Whilst following the path he was told, his mouth corners gradually started expressing the displeasure that grew inside of him. It was not disgust that grazed his feelings, but the consideration of having business in here. Serious business which needed to be taken care of, personally, instead of sending some minions.

Through the puckered lips escaped a sigh, followed by attempted relief as he finally reached his destination. He shot another few glances across his shoulders, eliminating the possibility of being seen meeting the trash. When his sight was clear of any witnesses, Kusy adjusted his tie and brushed off imaginary dust of his shoulders. The black suit seemed impeccable, the polished shoes contributing to the marvelous look of his, and the additional black gloves indicated his intention.
The rat Inret did not know what expected him, and as Kusy had fixed his looks, he proceeded with knocking twice. With a tentative pace and break between, would he draw the attention of the tenant. Without any further words or the plea of being let in, stood Kusy calmly in front of the door, hollow blue eyes striking gazes at the shabby front-door.

Kherron Inret

319 words

so short, sorry ~ wasn't much to ramble about

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Kherron and Kusy

From behind the stripped wood door came a low moan and sounds of feet shuffling. Gradually, the noise became louder until Kherron's heavy breathing could be heard past the thin layer of door. There was an absence light under the door despite the fact that at least one resident of the apartment was home. "C'ming.. coming.." Kherron murmured languidly, his voice carrying to Kusy. Then, the lock clicked, there was the slide of the door-chain being removed, and a short squeal from the hinges as the younger man pulled the door inward.

With the door open a couple inches, Kherron slid into view, hunched over and leaning against the door frame. His eyes flickered, the initial excitement entirely dissolving from his expression as he took in the small, weaselly man that had wormed his way over to his part of town. "Kusy ... " He exhaled the man's name in a single breath, wafting the distinct smell of alcohol between them. Kherron's eyes narrowed, his brows sluggishly twitching together as he made a show of sizing him up. There wasn't any true animosity there, but nothing vaguely amicable either. Nor did Kherron have any delusions that the owner of a female-only strip-club would possibly find his presence anything more than tolerable.

"Look ... " He drawled, dropping his gaze and waving dismissively between them. "Still don't take your girls or their guys." His voice was soft, tinged with hesitation not dissimilar from the poignant glimmer in his eyes. Moving the one hand up to his face, Kherron planted the side of his head into his palm and sighed heavily, letting his shoulders ease down.

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Drug affairs

Feet were shuffling, scurrying to make their way to the door, only to open a few inches. With the gap inches wide, Kusy could scent the plague creeping his way. The wafts of distinctive stench invaded his nostrils, but without further comments or expressions, he successfully ignored it.
Self-control was now a topic, succeeding in maintaining a suave countenance which was accompanied by lifting his eyebrows, supporting the look of utter distrust and arrogance.

Apart from acting, drew a certain fact Kusy's attention: Kherron was still taller than him. A fact he would like to put aside and store in the back of his mind, but could not. Jealousy was always a lingering factor, influencing his act and demeanor uncontrollably. It was infuriating him, no matter how often he encountered those moments of realization.

However, when Kusy's name was dismissively mentioned as if it was some redundant title, with sprinkles of alcohol odor slapping his nose, he lifted a hand and waved it leisurely by side along with his envious thoughts. The gesture could be interpreted as both; a disparaging act to signal his displeasure with the smell, or a wave to flick the formalities by side and continue with business. The latter was what Kusy chose, as he dared, without permission, to place his first steps into the apartment, and pushing the door farther open. His access could not be denied as he marked his territory with broad shoulders and stable steps, slinking past Kherron with grazing his figure.

When Kusy entered the room, the first thing he did was to make sure of his environment. His gaze scoped about, taking notice of the seedy blue walls, paint crackling at certain places, and the raddled wardrobe taking its place in the corner.
He turned on his heels, investigating the flat closely for any indicators of drug abuse or at least drug ownership. Something to convict the alleged criminal of his deeds and dispose of him. An inkling had hold of Kusy, which dispersed itself in his mind, causing him to search more eager for evidence. Something was off it said, something was unusual, out of the ordinary, as scents mingled within the room. Smells which were familiar and some which reeked of betrayal.

However, before prolonging his silent examination, Kusy’s glance wandered, settling on his competitor.
He started: "Inret, I am uncertain about your current intentions, I have to admit - " and dived right into the topic, discounting Kherron’s previous remark and scorning small-talk. " but I do know your purpose.“ – he lowered his gaze, before eventually averting it. His lips had settled, ready to resume speech, but would not inch. His black gloves had caught his attention, he straightened them by pulling at their ends, and tested flexibility as he stretched his fingers. Then, he tightened the strap on each and clenched his fists. " I am well aware of it and you should be too“ he resumed the eye-contact. " But you have crossed boundaries Inret. Boundaries I do not“ pausing " like “ stopping " to be crossed “. His words adopted a threatening undertone, his countenance became sinister. Eyebrows knitted, his expression took shape of menace, casting glares at Kherron.
" I do not wish for competitors in my business Kherron. I do not wish for anyone to compete with me. I do not like them, Kherron, that’s why there ain’t any.“ A low growl erupted from his chest, giving away the notion of fury with barred teeth and a frozen posture.
" However, if you can disprove my apprehension and dissolve my suspicion, I might let you go.“ his body became vivid again by easing his posture  "But so far, my dear"  he bent down and took hold of a black sport bag, pulling it out from beneath the tiny table " this does not look too good “.

Kherron Inret

675 words

hurr-durr, it's Jack's bag

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What did I do this time?

Kherron and Kusy

Still perched nearby the door, Kherron watched Kusy go about searching his apartment with increasingly sullen eyes. Within moments of Kusy opening his mouth and talking, the remainder of his words fell out of focus and the candance of Kusy's voice droned into monotony as Kherron's attention also slipped away. Besides the intermittent drum of his head ache, his thoughts felt slick and what he did manage to think seemed to fall through the haze in his mind. What did Kusy want? He peered harder at the wiry framed man, trying to discern that 'what' while Kusy gestured vocally and rummaged through things with his foot. Focusing as he was, some of the words reached his ears, albeit the rest of the situation fell into soft focus. "Drugs?" Kherron echoed, struggling to come to terms with what exactly was happening. To Kherron, Kusy was mostly the owner of a strip club, but, and not altogether surprisingly, his drug trade seemed to take precedent. That still didn't answer what this had to do with him.

"Kusy .. " Kherron rolled his wrist in the older man's direction, pushing the air from his lungs in one long sigh. He opened his mouth to speak again, but just as his lips twitched and he produced the first syllable, an abrupt twang in his head stole the words from him and he inhaled loudly. " Ghhk, aah ...thissabadone " Kherron's breathing grew more bated, a thick wash of pain coming over the crown of his head as the initial pain ebbed. Still, he knew he would have to talk to get Kusy to leave and the sooner he could force the words from his mouth, the sooner Kusy could leave. Throwing his hand behind him, Kherron levered himself off the open door and wobbled forward a couple paces. He kept his gaze pinned on Kusy, silently running what he needed to say through his mind. He steeled himself, taking in another long breath before he tried again. "I-don'-know---what-you-want. Take the bag. Not mine. Actually-please-take-it."

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Drug affairs

Kusy found what he was looking for upon rummaging through the black bag. Drugs. Needles, injections, pills. He could not believe his eyes as he tossed the cloths about, uncaring for the content, merely focused on the evidence of felony. It was a crime committed in his district, something unforgivable that Kusy would not tolerate, he decided. He wrapped his hand around the injections, holding it tight as the stammering noises of Kherron reached his ears. His perception was clear but wrath tainted his attention, and by biting his lip, he made clear: Shit was going to get real.

Through narrowed eyes he spied Kherron’s face, seeking some sign of regret, but there was nothing. Sheer bluntness stained the rat’s face as he stumbled forward, taking weak steps.
Kusy did not care, he focused on another matter that the drug-addict was obviously unwilling to answer. Disobedience, he called it, an act that demanded utter care and a proper reaction.

"It’s not about the bag Kherron“ - he replied with monotony from a still squatting position. „It’s about the act, Kherron. It’s about what yo’ focker did. Yor little deed fella. Think bout it, try t’ think clear Kherron. For focking ONCE“ - he stood up, fixated on his opponent’s weak frame.
Kusy exhaled through his blown nostrils, his brows knitted with complacency crumbling in his stomach.
He halted in his position before diverting from his frozen and yet calm stance to something aggressive . There was an urge kicking inside of him to simply lung the competitor which had yet to be suppressed by considerate thoughts. This game was not only played by him and before converting to senseless violence, he would try to resort to more civilized manners. „Tell me Kherron, tell .. tell.. focking tell m..“ the stutter impediment seemed to be contagious. Without being able to grasp a clear thought besides the flaming fury inside of him, he attempted to express "yo focking ugly cunt of a…“ - his hatred in more eloquent ways, unsuccessfully. He grasped his head, let the injection fall to the ground, and tousled his hair by groping about, trying to enforce clear thoughts.

A condition the man in suit was not fond of, rather terrified as his head evolved into a more crowded area. Clouded by fantasies of vile gore, Kusy eventually indulged to the pleasure of exercising them and stormed forward. Although,  he aimed for the closet, instead of heading for the future victim itself, pulling at it from behind and throwing it over. It shattered violently and echoed from the walls, resonating through the entire room. A loud crack followed, and the ground vibrated beneath the weight of its content. That contributed to the headache he had conceived, and resulted in more frustration.
He proceeded with short shouts of abbreviated words pressed from his mouth, trampling through the room and throwing the table over. The table, the two chairs, whilst widely gesturing.
Wherever this came from, Kusy condemned it. Whatever it was, he did not know. Whoever had caused it, was clear. Kherron, the rat seemed to be responsible for it. He probably spread this infection, as obnoxious as he already was, Kusy concluded. "YO FOCKING… DID.. this.. .shss." he briefly retreated, trying to express the blame he attempted to put, but failed. Cringing and jerking, he clutched his head and slumped down on his knees, the agony was too much to handle. A pain he had yet not experienced, something unknown seemed to interfere with his thoughts deliberately. "YO.. Kh.. I . kill:…"

Kherron Inret

595 Words

.. idk

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Kherron and Kusy

“K-kusy?” Kherron’s voice climbed several octaves, his words breaking from the front of his throat. Dropping his mouth open further, the last syllable trailed off into a high pitched whine and he lurched forward, fixing the older man with an inquisitive stare. Even so, the corner of Kherron’s eyes were beset with pain, deep lines bridging across his forehead just above his arched brows.

Before his eyes, Kusy’s image swam in and out of focus and because it was only a moment ago that he could discern what was happening, the whole situation seemed to spiral out of control. “Oi..god..godgod-oh-god..” he started to pant and the hand he pushed between them trembled with uncertainty. Sweeping his gaze over Kusy again, he lowered himself onto the balls of his feet, his knees visibly bowing inward as fear settled over him. “Kusy, you canna’, no, no..” Kherron broke into a cough and repeatedly swallowed, his voice lost as a dry spot hit his throat. At the sight of Kusy clutching his head -- right at that spot he knew so well -- a lance of cold chilled Kherron’s body. Transposed over Kusy, her almost transparent image took his place. Hadn’t she crouched like that, begged him to stop? This was almost the exact area she died, and the realization Kusy was exhibiting her same symptoms stole what fog remained from his mind.

“Someone.. someone stop this!” Kherron shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. “Godgodgodgod..” The next breath brought a pulse of adrenaline with it and the room began to feel warm. All at once, there wasn’t enough air and Kherron struggled to breath. He took in short, ragged breaths, but nothing quelled the burning in his the lungs. Instead, that perpetuated the cycle and drove him to inhale again.

Instantly, those two points beneath his temples flared up with pain. Heat crashed into the side of his head, followed by an almost slicing sensation. “Gggk -- !” He groaned and one of his knees buckled onto the floor. To Kherron, it seemed the area beneath his flesh swelled, pushing the skin to its limits. At any moment, that knife-like pain could twist. Gradually, this wave of pain seemed to be reaching a precipice, that swelling building and building just beyond the reach of his fingers.

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"What.. ar- you try-n to do“ Kusy fumbled with words as he watched Kherron stumble towards him. Apparently he tried to approach and lend a hand, but was paralyzed by his own misery beforehand. His knees had turned wobbly before he could actually help. The lanky guy expressed shouts of displeasure, pure agony escaped his lips as if he could plea to some gods. Implore to show mercy on them, two filthy beings crouching on the ground, controlled by their flaming headache.

"Why did you do this“ his thoughts became clearer, eyes still squinting, he glared at Kherron. "Why did you do this to ME“ - he repeated, unable to determine a reason for the pain as his memory denied him access. It resulted in further confusion with stained pictures swarming his head and as his environment had lost tangibility, Kherron fused with it and escaped any palpable feeling, Kusy’s worries amplified. His uncertainty regarding Kherron’s existence manifested itself through a bunch of words "Where are.. - you.. wheeereee" he seemed to whine, grieve about his current condition and beg with his whimpering undertone.
"Please“ he added, his tone achieved a high-pitched volume and he sunk to the ground. It had been a while since the last time he had felt so feeble and fragile in presence of another person who was now a witness. Kherron had seen how Kusy gradually lost complacency and any resemblance to his old self, he was the one to watch him lose his dignity. A thought Kusy fiddled with while gnashing his teeth, and his countenance contorted. There had to be a way to re-establish dominance, a brutal way of proving virility.

Flinching on the ground, there wasn’t much room to enforce his superiority, only by kicking and trying to launch himself onto the taller being. He tried to land kicks with his recently polished shoes on Kherron’s physique, unable to aim properly. Wherever it would hit, would be fine, he decided while attempting to protect his head from the headache by clutching it. His eyes tightly closed, face still contorted, embedded wrinkles deep on the surface while propping up his elbow and trying to erect himself. His whole body seemed to be jerking and reject his demand, muscles refused to work. He hauled himself forward and forced himself to extend his arms, one eye slightly open to aim at Kherron. Kusy’s fingers were stretched, his hands convulsing, trying to grip Kherron’s neck. It would be a good first step on the way to killing him, relieving him of his headache and eliminating the witness.

Actingcaptain

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