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Authors: Weston Ochse
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into the room. “There comes a time when they die anyway. Even after they’re fixed and taped and healed and sewn together, they eventually reach the point where they have to die, when we put them out of their misery.”
Paco felt a kick strike his kidney and lift him into the air. The pain was so intense it blinded him for a moment. When he hit the ground he didn’t even feel it through the scalding glow that had mushroom-clouded in his side.
“When the medic graduates he can’t exactly take the goat with him, can he? So either way the goat dies. That’s what happened to The Mound. I learned everything I could from him. He knew it. I knew it.”
Daddy Pain grabbed Paco by an ear and pulled him to a standing position. He screamed in Paco’s face. “Listen to me when I’m talking to you, goat!” Then he threw Paco against the wall.
Paco slid to a sitting position. In the background he heard two things: his heart beating and the sound of the trampoline. He could have sworn that they were both going boing and in synch .
Daddy Pain stood in the middle of the room and stared at him. The cots had been knocked over and the blankets lay scattered.
“So how is it that you knew about The Mound? Was it Brett? Did he tell you to fuck with me about him?”
Paco wanted to tell Daddy Pain to fuck off , but all he could manage was a bubble of blood.
“And the others?” Daddy Pain glanced around. “We thought you all would know how to fight. I figured there was something about your kind that would make you mean. Keep you alive.”
Paco wanted to tell Daddy Pain that his kind was just like any other kind, but he only managed two bubbles. Then he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye.
“But none of you were made to last. It’s not as if my boys were too hard on you either.” He giggled. “Because I showed them what happens when a medic kills their goats. I even gave some of them more than one chance. More chances than they deserved and what did they do?”
Paco groaned.
“Exactly. You kill the goat, you leave the family.”
A blanket suddenly puffed full on the floor next to Daddy Pain, as if someone had climbed beneath it. The blanket wriggled towards Daddy Pain. Daddy Pain must have felt something because his gaze darted towards his foot, which was now covered by a blanket. He tried to lift it, but it wouldn’t move. He tried to lift his other foot, then realized his mistake. His arms wind-milled as the blanket pushed his base out from under him.
Daddy Pain crashed to the floor.
Paco cheered but it was only bubbles of blood and foam.
Suddenly all the blankets except one took form and crept towards Daddy Pain. He lashed out, punching as best he could, but they had little effect. His hands kept getting trapped by the fabric of the blankets.
He screamed, when he opened his mouth, it was filled with the corner of a blanket.
Beneath the boing, boing, boing of Paco’s heart were voices. They became louder and louder until he could understand them as if they were speaking in normal voices.
“Chicken Taco, get over here,” Mikey said.
“Fuckers stay away from me” Daddy Pain groaned, managing to pull the blanket free from his mouth.
“We want you to finish it,” B.J. said.
The blankets were moving impossibly fast now, surging and roiling above Daddy Pain’s body. His shirt had been ripped open, revealing an immense tattoo of the special force’s logo. Beneath this was the cursive scrawl of the motto— de oppresson liber— free the oppressed. Daddy Pain’s eyes were filled with madness.
Paco struggled to his knees.
“Hurts,” he managed to say.
“It will be all over soon,” said Tiki, his accent flowing over the words.
“Who’s there?” Daddy Pain’s eyes were covered by a blanket. “What are you doing?”
Paco saw that Daddy Pain’s hands were immobilized, held fast by blankets bulging with the imprint of fingers. His feet were held the same way.
The Mound raised himself
Paco felt a kick strike his kidney and lift him into the air. The pain was so intense it blinded him for a moment. When he hit the ground he didn’t even feel it through the scalding glow that had mushroom-clouded in his side.
“When the medic graduates he can’t exactly take the goat with him, can he? So either way the goat dies. That’s what happened to The Mound. I learned everything I could from him. He knew it. I knew it.”
Daddy Pain grabbed Paco by an ear and pulled him to a standing position. He screamed in Paco’s face. “Listen to me when I’m talking to you, goat!” Then he threw Paco against the wall.
Paco slid to a sitting position. In the background he heard two things: his heart beating and the sound of the trampoline. He could have sworn that they were both going boing and in synch .
Daddy Pain stood in the middle of the room and stared at him. The cots had been knocked over and the blankets lay scattered.
“So how is it that you knew about The Mound? Was it Brett? Did he tell you to fuck with me about him?”
Paco wanted to tell Daddy Pain to fuck off , but all he could manage was a bubble of blood.
“And the others?” Daddy Pain glanced around. “We thought you all would know how to fight. I figured there was something about your kind that would make you mean. Keep you alive.”
Paco wanted to tell Daddy Pain that his kind was just like any other kind, but he only managed two bubbles. Then he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye.
“But none of you were made to last. It’s not as if my boys were too hard on you either.” He giggled. “Because I showed them what happens when a medic kills their goats. I even gave some of them more than one chance. More chances than they deserved and what did they do?”
Paco groaned.
“Exactly. You kill the goat, you leave the family.”
A blanket suddenly puffed full on the floor next to Daddy Pain, as if someone had climbed beneath it. The blanket wriggled towards Daddy Pain. Daddy Pain must have felt something because his gaze darted towards his foot, which was now covered by a blanket. He tried to lift it, but it wouldn’t move. He tried to lift his other foot, then realized his mistake. His arms wind-milled as the blanket pushed his base out from under him.
Daddy Pain crashed to the floor.
Paco cheered but it was only bubbles of blood and foam.
Suddenly all the blankets except one took form and crept towards Daddy Pain. He lashed out, punching as best he could, but they had little effect. His hands kept getting trapped by the fabric of the blankets.
He screamed, when he opened his mouth, it was filled with the corner of a blanket.
Beneath the boing, boing, boing of Paco’s heart were voices. They became louder and louder until he could understand them as if they were speaking in normal voices.
“Chicken Taco, get over here,” Mikey said.
“Fuckers stay away from me” Daddy Pain groaned, managing to pull the blanket free from his mouth.
“We want you to finish it,” B.J. said.
The blankets were moving impossibly fast now, surging and roiling above Daddy Pain’s body. His shirt had been ripped open, revealing an immense tattoo of the special force’s logo. Beneath this was the cursive scrawl of the motto— de oppresson liber— free the oppressed. Daddy Pain’s eyes were filled with madness.
Paco struggled to his knees.
“Hurts,” he managed to say.
“It will be all over soon,” said Tiki, his accent flowing over the words.
“Who’s there?” Daddy Pain’s eyes were covered by a blanket. “What are you doing?”
Paco saw that Daddy Pain’s hands were immobilized, held fast by blankets bulging with the imprint of fingers. His feet were held the same way.
The Mound raised himself
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