Title: Revenge of the cats
Fandom: Gummo
Characters: Solomon, Tummler, Bunny Boy
Rating : Orange
Genre: Angst, Drama
On top of the heap of garbage was the crown of gilded cardboard. He put the head of the largest cat, the only real winner, with to your friends, celebrated this unexpected death in the sudden rolling landfill.
Lasciandoseli behind, got on the bike has lost its owner and left the area.
was time to see someone else.
And the eyes have taken the color of the sky by dint of looking at him, and with those eyes, what you saw no one knows ...
Revenge of cats
Rain. A
piss hot and sticky, which was a burden on the air and sweat, making the breath and wheezing in the road in a muddy mess that made it impossible to use the bicycle.
depart from the front of the hair gel and mixed with soft water, Solomon gave up driving his vehicle and began to push the handlebars as uphill. A few steps ahead of him, Tummler clumsily stretched her legs to crush snails its way.
imitator, the boy picked up a stick from the ground and ruthless against the remains of molluscs, raucous laugh.
whores. Stupid animals. When it rained, only two of them could turn to Xeina, no one else.
Tired of this new pastime, Major spat on the ground, cursing the weather. Behind, Solomon threw away the stick. Tummler
If something broke, automatically Solomon agreed. If Tummler was some idea, the Solomon performed.
were like that.
amused to wander a little 'in the streets deserted roadside garbage cans uncovered, the most interesting displays of luxury in the center of some capital, showed the most varied contents. A cassette tape of life, with tape wrapped around an old Barbie naked and bald. As reflected by the light, looked like her dress. Solomon noted dirty towel, like her mother a few years ago left around in the bathroom. Perhaps the boy had learned not disgusted blood in four years, fixing them as he sat on the toilet with your legs not yet long enough to touch the ground.
On top of a wide range of pieces coming out of a bucket upside down, found a striking pink bra, size XXL or something. So, just to be silly, put it on his shirt and began to strut. Tummler silenced him with a cold stare.
"There are more cats here. There is just a dick." he murmured, finishing the sentence with a spit decision. He was right, the cats were disappearing from Xeina, and not only when it rained. With one click
stopped to take your bike, leaving falling into the weeds are wet.
"Whose fault is that asshole." he added, grinding his teeth in a grimace that only emphasizes the thinness of his face. Up close, Solomon spotted a couple of pimples that pales in comparison to the progressive reddening of the face.
He was pissed.
"What can you do?" threw out the boy, accommodating. Tummler gave him a push.
"And stop saying crap. What are you gonna do shit, I need money. I see that our visit is not enough."
She put her arm on his shoulder still leaning forward to push him, pulling him.
"The meniamo, 'is time." proposed, in conspiratorial tones. Solomon bit her lip.
usually put into practice what Tummler trying out, but ultimately it was putting strange ideas in his head. Exaggerated. Like the time he had thought of going to fuck, right there, Solomon said that he did not desire, and he started taking the piss.
"You're thirteen years old and the only tits you've seen are those of your mother."
He boasted that he had lost his virginity to ten years, but according to Solomon was a lie.
thought. It was not good at fighting, it was too thin for his age. And do weights every day it was all shit. However, if there was Tummler, would not have taken. If he came home with a broken nose or something, her mother would end the plague.
"Ok." said. Tummler grinned and had yellow teeth. After that, he kicked a trash can by rolling it away, as if you were already gassing for the fight.
went back to push the bike. Solomon had put the pink bra on his head by tying under the chin, and made it all the way back, as an umbrella, it works well.
The sound of a pebble on the glass. That's the signal.
listless, Solomon came out from under the covers fully clothed, suddenly putting his feet in the shoes thrown by the bed. He gave a last look at the room and, as an afterthought, he put a pillow under the sheet: he would keep up appearances.
If the clock corridor was not sick again, it was almost one o'clock at night. On tiptoe, the boy passed the open door of the other room. On the bed, her Russian mother, wearing a long top and, for what it could reveal the darkness, seemed to have no underwear. She kept her legs spread and a dirty foot went out from the edge of the mattress, his mouth open and arms hanging at odd angles confirmed that bedtime had become the usual drop. Grinning, Solomon passed: until the next morning he would not move there. Through entrance into a dance, as quick as a ferret, he took the spare keys from the ashtray and two others were out of bounds.
Tummler sat waiting for him on the wall in front of the house, thrown near his feet was a baseball bat. At home, Solomon had his glove.
"If they see us, we are dead." whispered the largest, while the other ride the bike. Throughout the trip, remained silent, her mouth thick with sleep. At that time, Xeina was a ghost town: no spaces open, not even a neon sign. A distributor of condoms
half battered them that were still in the midst of civilization. Solomon tried to fuck some coin to rest forgotten, but nothing. Probably, it was also empty.
hid the bikes behind a tree and crouched behind one of the boxes favored by Jarrod, on the edge the town. He was the one that is best suited to their plan, there in the middle of the country no one could hear anything. Jarrod just arrived to place the traps, would come out.
waited a long time, disgusted by the stench of garbage, I wonder how disgusting we were thrown, he knew of vomiting.
"Maybe not today." Solomon ventured. Tummler silenced him with an elbow.
In the distance you could see the beacon light of a bike.
Silence. Silence and darkness. They were the best conditions to capture all the noise and observe every detail, what is normally no one noticed. For this, he needed two pairs of ears to listen to one, the other to go unnoticed, had learned little by little, but Xeina the best way to be confused with the mass was being abnormal.
eyes, however, sufficed him only two. Over time, blacks had become dust, smoke and misery, and deep enough to store all the atrocities to which he had witnessed. The body of a child to be faster, take refuge in the corners and move away quickly when the time came, like a rabbit.
By refining the vision and hearing, had gradually lost the use of the word. It was a century of his mouth did not go out any sound, in truth, there had not even tried: there was nothing to say that could change the course of events, no words could make sense of what was happening before his eyes. And most importantly, no one seemed interested in talking with him. He happened to be passed in the lives of some people who had watched, as the case had been kissed or insulted, but he had never ever happened that someone addressing a question, even to ask him what he was doing around there. It always went off without a word, wondering if that meeting would have made more in his life or that of others. Surely, neither. In his head he had collected hundreds of statements of everyday life, such as newspaper clippings of disordered across a room in a meaningless, and nobody ever prevailed over others. If it had not occurred one or two, the loss would have been almost anything, but if everybody had never existed, it meant that there was Xeina. And the speech could expand to the entire Ohio, United States, the whole world. And he was a witness to this mechanism which engages every day, watching the crowds of people swarming to the existence of humanity by giving a reason.
For example, one night two guys were hiding behind the bins, convinced that it is not observed. She knew them, knew by sight as well as all the locals.
were strange. Hundreds of events had disrupted their lives, yet finds nothing better to do than pick on cats. A Xeina was full of people like them all vent their violence to be some strange and helpless, perhaps even inanimate, such as a chair. It must have been guilty of the hurricane, that without even knowing it was shot down on their poor lives, destroyed.
The two quarreled with a guy popped out of the darkness about who should have the exclusive right to kill cats in the area.
Unlike them, Jarrod was not violent. Passive, held his hands before his face, sometimes taking with shots in the dark. Jumped. Nearby, three cats had decided to come out, watching with him the grotesque scene that lent itself before. He would call
war cats, why cats were real stars at last, the humans who gave them the game they decided to destroy each other. In the midst of the waste
peeped a cardboard crown, in honor of those fast-food restaurants. Once the waters subsided, it would come out of the closet and would have crowned the winner. In all that chaos was necessary to restore order and justice, at least in small things, recognizing them each their own merits.
collapsed to the ground, the boy named Jarrod moaned. The smallest of the other team was about to leave, but his companion was not enough. Quick, taken from the ground a baseball bat and attacked his opponent. The other child was attached to the side, shouting at him to stop, not realizing that all uproar that ended only to excite further. Until a squirt of blood reached their faces, and then they both left with an endless series of accusations. The big
swore, the boy was crying, and while digging the grave by hand for the corpse and the baseball bat. Overturned bins, covering the waste ground just stirred up, and fled on bicycles without even a prayer.
On top of the heap of garbage was the crown of gilded cardboard. He put the head of the largest cat, the only real winner, together with his friends, celebrated this unexpected death in the sudden rolling landfill.
Lasciandoseli behind, got on the bike now no owner and left the area.
was time to see someone else.
The garden full of garbage, the plaster peeling and written Millicent High School St. cleared with a slash of black spray paint. Above in large letters, someone had written THE CATWALK. A Xeina all so called because it was the typical catwalk for the juvenile prison, arguing that if you had studied there, at least one night were intended to pass it to cool.
Solomon was forced to attend because his mother would send him there every morning to kick ass, and fully endorsed the rumors, at least once a day someone will do some act of vandalism and you were selling herb in the bathroom as if it were cotton candy. If it was not a poor man, that at most he could afford to sniff glue, perhaps he would like to go anymore.
hated that place: Tummler there was no past and was fine, and even he would have helped. So, for what they studied, they would have failed again.
That morning, then had absolutely no desire to get in, only to see that the prefabricated orange caused the nausea, as was to be taken very different thoughts.
had been a week since that night and had vomited twice, could not eat and sleep for days and Tummler was locked up at home.
is better for a while 'is not I'll show you! , had whispered through the cracks of the shutters. He claimed that nothing was wrong, that for a long time would not have noticed the disappearance of an orphan, and even if they had not, nobody would have thought the two of them. All we had to sit for a few good days, so that, if necessary, would throw off suspicion.
Instead of going to school, turned his bike and decided to go see him, he did not understand how he sit all day just watching TV, living with that guilt.
Solomon had never seen the photo of some guy who died on milk cartons. Luckily for them, it only happens in movies. Pouring a
bit 'in the glass and gulping in one breath, remembered the events of last month. As hoped, no one had asked, but the boy continued to feel the unbearable boulder in the stomach, he wanted to talk to someone, but Tummler the subject was closed. Just tried to appoint Jarrod, are angry as hell and screaming that did not care as long as you were kept out. Yet even Solomon in his eyes he saw that sense of dread for having done something very serious, very different dall'ammazzare cats, which tormented him every time he tried to sleep.
Pensive, went into the bathroom and shut the door. His mother insisted on entering and help to wash even though it was too big, and there was no way to change her mind. you out of my pussy and I saw something quite different from worms that you have between your legs! , got angry when she tried to protest. Actually, that one gesture of tenderness that gave him he did not mind that much, but at that moment he wanted to be alone.
He undressed. As he watched the brown water filling the tub, he remembered that for those killed was the death penalty, but tried to dispel that thought. The dark mud that partially concealed body fat which was so ashamed, he could play by pretending to have muscles and imagine that the water temperature was that of someone's body. It was just the place to get a saw.
He turned and took a Barbie, the only completely intact. Were his mother and, in the absence of more suitable toy for a child, in the past there was a bathroom. They were hanging there for years, no one throws or rimettesse in place. On the other hand, were the best retail interior of that room. The
took off her dress. Her big tits, but without nipples. And the pussy without a hole, and hairless. Drops the first particular, and starting to masturbate, concentrate on the second. If shaved, that nasty, like the girls of porn magazines. It was a bitch. Hard plastic with the fake smile, always a whore.
continued to do with his hand up and down, faster, fantasizing about fucking a girl like that. As a model, was the eldest sister who lived near the supermarket, blonde and thin like Barbie. He could just get a saw on her, that he gave not even a Tummler, and he told everyone that was a lesbian and if he meant by his sister. He grinned at the thought of his friend that if gnawed at the refusal, also had an idea. He took another Barbie, the one without a leg, and stopped for a while 'to touch making them rub each other. He put his head between his legs the other of the first and held it with his left hand, while with the other occasions that he had started. One second after the left fall, could no longer concentrate on anything else.
"Solomon, what the hell are you doing?!"
Fuck. That idiot of his mother had begun to beat on the door just as he was coming. Dissatisfied and sullen, he shouted that he was coming and gave up the Barbie in the dirty cum. Giving one last glance at the scene, he realized he had made a shit, even though they had stopped at the climax, he found that only increased the bad mood and sense of frustration. As he was jacking off on a piece of plastic, the desire to talk and vent with a real person had become increasingly acute.
sighed. Perhaps another idea came to him, this time right.
Cassidy had become beautiful. He had curly blond hair, had put on lipstick and smell good, what he had given his brother. Luckily he had a brother so generous, that made her compliments and told her she was beautiful as an actress in Hollywood. This is why the name was Cassidy, which was the name of a star. He could not remember his real name, but that mattered, so she had never liked it. Much preferred the nicknames that ended with the Y, as Solly. Solomon was really bad, not good enough for a kid so cute. She would like to marry him, just would grow, but we were afraid that his brother remained bad.
came to visit, his Solly, after a long time that did not show up. Fortunately for him he had brought his friend disagreeable; smelled and did not like that she called him with some diminutive. It was also a great rude, he went without saying goodbye and never stopped talking to her. Solly, however, told her so many interesting things.
He decided to tell you a secret. A Xeina there was a boy asleep under a pile of garbage, we had put them, because they disturb. But should not reveal to anyone, perhaps because it would otherwise have gone to wake him up and gliel'avrebbe without pay for leaving him in the middle of the stinking garbage. In fact, they could choose a more beautiful place for him to sleep. His mother had put in a nice wooden bed, with the suit of the party, and had buried so that no one bothers. Every now and hoped it awakens, but then he always had a deep slumber.
Solly did not understand why he had so much fear. It was not his fault that he had fallen asleep while they were. She told him, not to worry. He confirmed to police that she was good Solly.
She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, hoping to have cheered.
The next man who came into the room was a very wise old man, had told him his brother. He was the president of something, then had a lot of money and she had to behave with him. Perhaps someone so important would found a solution to the problem of Solly.
"At the margins of Xeina there's a guy who sleeps in the dirt." told him, as he undressed "We must avoid that wakes up and tell the cops that Solly has not been kind to him, but I do not know a police officer." continued. The man did not answer. Never mind: with all the people who came to her, she would find someone to give her the right advice.
The next was a little boy dressed as a bunny. He never spoke, but with long ears so she was sure he'd heard.
"Be careful, Darby, you could attack the zombie garbage!" Dot joked, establishing better shoes. The girl laughed, even if the story that actually put a little 'fear for some' time in the gardens of Xeina there was no talk of nothing else. No one knew who had started to spread this item but it was rumored that a certain Solly was mixed up. The sisters had learned that he was afraid and did not lose their opportunity to try to scare her, especially when you do not act like they said.
"Come and join, then?" whimpered. The Helen shook his head with his finger. Since Puss-Puss was gone they were always sad, they were not playing together anymore, she too felt sorry for the cat, but did not understand what could change with their behavior. It would be fun to go skating together, as before. All
fault of the boys who went around Xeina, killing poor innocent kittens. Darby knew some few years before had been to school with her, and others were not so famous he needs no introduction.
started to skate the streets of the town, fun to avoid the cracks on the asphalt, or in the middle of the way, depending on the path that his mind organized. His legs, perhaps guided dall'infantile curiosity to know who were the zombies coming out of piles of garbage despite the fear, increasingly pushed to go to the suburbs, where houses were becoming scarcer and the campaign took the over. Among the abandoned old junk here and there, carcasses of various objects which were once, struck a nearly new red bicycle, left there for no apparent reason. He remembered having seen a bike around that color, belonged to a boy in the neighborhood, Jarrod.
He remembered because, unlike its peers, it was really nice greeting, do not throw waste on the street and did not bother to girls like her. And yet, Helen and Dot claimed that he killed the cats, put traps and poisoned food near the trash cans.
Just where is the zombie ...
he drove from his mind those useless brat fantasy, fueled by the suggestion that the strange event aroused. In fact, it was a bit 'not saw him around, but he would never have expected to find his bicycle in a place so far.
He turned on his shoes, retracing your steps. He knew where he lived, he wanted to see if it was in the house. Only a peek, and then would run away.
soon had to abandon this way: even though at first glance there was nobody, had to look good before you get to hasty conclusions.
The door was closed, the empty garden, and more wild than usual, and from the only window open on the ground floor in the kitchen, you could see no sign of life except the traces of the recent passing of thieves. Along with the bike, had left the house. Perhaps, now that his grandmother had died, it was went to live with his aunt and uncle along with his sister, but no convincing explanation.
Hearing unknown voices, Darby hid behind the toolshed. It was not much of a refuge, but remained silent and considered that no one would have thought to look there, maybe had a chance.
"Hey, there's the open window."
were two of the boys who lord it around, probably those who had carried out puss-puss, that little could spread it with a good kick on the balls, but the more she had never liked it.
"It's easy to go from here, we did it ourselves." commented, after looking into it. They did not seem happy that the thieves had entered.
"I do not want that spread the rumor that this house is empty, I do not like at all." said the boy, closing the window from outside as to keep up appearances. The largest, after looking around, recalled him with a wave of the arm.
"Come on, Solomon, we should not stay here."
Solomon. It looks like Solly.
Darby held his breath. He understood everything.
"I know you." A Tummler
turned his balls. It happened more often in recent times: it was as if the pulsating anger in him and tried to go out as a container too tightly. He had always had it in, since childhood, was angry with her mother, who had not had nothing to do but let the fucking asshole who went first and then die in childbirth, was angry with his grandfather, who was rich but cares about them, and his father, that depending on what made him more comfortable came and went. We also had a fag with that of his brother, who, in spite of appearances proved to have more balls than he had found the courage to send everyone to hell. He had figured out how to manage anger smoldering fury: when they were children, confided that she hated her body, hated having his cock between her legs, and felt compelled in men's clothes, he wanted to do as the Incredible Hulk, be two boobs grow suddenly and tear from the inside. Now if that was really made and he was fine, if for a little anger came back to him, the discharge shooting at something.
He felt tight, but his body was not the problem: it sucked the air we breathe, it was as if his lungs were filled with poison, a poison that led him to hate everything. The only relief that he was sniffing glue and get some purpose to this, he needed money.
And to have the money, he had to kill the cats. He had been the first to get their hands on those beasts, and would defend its monopoly and nail with his teeth. The incident with Jarrod was an example that she would not go that far, but each of those clubs was a further incentive to strike at him understand that should take off in between. And more screaming than he was willing to give him the best lesson, because he did not understand, did not understand a shit, had to shut up and take them. One such was silenced forever.
Yet, despite being sure that the dead do not speak, turned the same. And to say that he had sniffed only the day before, the glue was a real shit. Because of that annoying brat who keeps turning around, there was no way to put her away.
"I know it was you and kill puss-puss!" continued, with his cheeky little voice. Solomon the spat, but did not take offense: smug watching the saliva stain on the dress worn, as if it were a work of art. Drew a smile from whore, the draft of one of its big brother, and turned away.
"I know that Jarrod did you kill you." he added, turning casually. Free of mind, Solomon let out a belch.
"If you stop bothering the cats, I'll keep the secret." proposed, spouting off on skates. When he was away, Solomon pressed on the pedals, even inviting his friend to chase. Tummler stopped him.
"And now, what do we do?" he asked, with the falsetto voice of fear.
In fact, it was a pickle. Who knows who had known then. Solomon was not the type to go and sing along, maybe someone had them visas. But there was no time to ruminate on the whys and wherefores, had to act soon.
"Do not worry. I got it."
The only certainty that he was the absolute silence of the dead. The only thing in this world rambling, remained in place.
Tummler continued to dig. Shoveling the earth as a desperate, but the grave was not deep enough to bury that thin sack of garbage that had carried on his shoulders.
So now Darby was silent. It was only the second ring of the invisible chain of events that had triggered all the multiple consequences.
Perhaps the guy with the bunny ears would have to spend more time observing the next obstacle to the perfect silence on his secret, the problem was that he did not know for sure who it was. Undoubtedly, the sisters of the girl would not have passed unnoticed by her disappearance, but only a surface would have thought only of them. And it was likely that soon one of the protectors of Jarrod would begin to look, the boy could continue to go to school only because of the compensation received for incriminating photos, but the volume was much larger than the gain of others. Or, perhaps, would have raised the alarm just Tummler's brother, who had taken a liking to this kid so much like him a few years before. And Cassidy continued to unknowingly spread rumors uncomfortable. Indeed, would soon could be against his best friend, the only direct witness of the affair. For the moment, there was just to wait and watch.
In any case, each of them had other relatives and friends scattered to infinity. And, with the full engagement of the world, Tummler could never kill them all, a simple man had the power to stop the mechanism.
He had tried the hard way. The storm that had killed his parents had stopped in front of their dreams and hopes, even before their desire to become rich and buy a beautiful Camaro. Just because he could not dominate the course of events, he decided to quit to be a part, get in a corner and just watch, recording the past on the skin to never forget in the midst of the confusion of other people's stories. Maybe, by dint of escape, one day Tummler would eventually keep him company, or would be in keeping rivals, a Bugs Bunny and Yosemite Sam with the air gun. He turned
. The cat who had put the crown would not stop following him. Moreover, in that story was the individual concerned. He was wrong to call it, though: it was not the war of the cats, it was only a battle between humans. The correct title for that story was the revenge of the cats , with all those murderers to hide, no one would take them more annoyed.
© Luciano Ligabue: "The weight of the suitcase"
The idea of a Camaro I got it from here , "It was designed a scene in which Bunny Boy would have to speak (would happen in the sequence of the pool). He explained why he had tattooed on his fingers the letters MAC. The reason was that unlike MAC reads CAM, and the Camaro was the favorite car of his parents . , to define as a Bugs Bunny Bunny Boy by alternative here, it's a bad review translated with Google translator. I hope
that you enjoyed the story, what I have seen around is the first fanfiction that is written to Gummo, including with regard to the fandom-speaking. Now I'm curious to check to see if someone who knows the movie, I would really like. XD
Kiss, Tone
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