“I don’t have fucking time for a psycho right now! ” photo Fest day 8

 

It’s day 8 of the February Photo Fest challenge.  I’m choosing to have my photos tell a horror story,  a gay whore story if you will.  If you haven’t been following along might I suggest you start atChapter 1

Chapter 8 of MAD HOUSE

I DON’T HAVE FUCKING TIME FOR A PSYCHO RIGHT NOW

Gage was feeling almost human,  which wasn’t as good of a sign as you think it might be.

After watching an old sex tape he and Cum Bucket had made (way before he was a stereotypical 80’s slasher and when Cum Bucket still had a name he could use at the DMV) Gage began to experience unfamiliar sensations.

You might be familiar with feelings like happiness,  sadness and regret but Gage got rid of any real feelings he felt awhile back.  He still felt your more basic emotions but they were more like Diet Feelings.  For Example, Diet Happiness still felt like it might be related to regular happiness  (In theory) but it had zero calories and caused cancer in lab rats. Also when Gage felt anything stronger than mildly pleasant, mildly violent or mildly rapey it rarely turned out good for anyone.

He started to get very excited about all the  not as cruel as usual things he wanted to say and do when he unchained Cum Bucket (Jacob ,A voice in his head whispered).

So when Gage walked down the cellar stairs and that fucking deceptive BITCH, FAG, CUNT, wasn’t locked up and waiting Gage saw red. blindingly Bright electric red!” “I’m going to gut him like a teenage street hooker” he said aloud, his body twitching.

“”You always go right to gutting them, ” a familiar voice said from behind him.

It was his sister! What the fuck! “I told you in an email what you needed to do if you want to rejoin the family.  Until then you don’t get a dime of our family money. ”

“No hi, how you doing?” She asked .”  What’s it like when Nobody Knows that they should be very Afraid of you?  How many livers have you Destroyed this week? ”

“So how many livers have you Destroyed this week? ” Gage teased,  knowing she meant to say lives or maybe lovers but the spell check changed it making her look stupid.

“No wonder you need to brainwash and torture the weak just so they will be your dog”

“Where the fuck is my Cum Bucket? ” Gage shouted, way overreacting.

“Relax, he’s helping me work on that project you wanted done. Big brother,”  she said with More than a little resentment in her voice. “That cruel pointless project that’s just meant to punish me. ”

“I had to do out when I came back” he almost whined.

“And look how fucked up that turned out, ” she almost pleaded.

“Go back to your pretend life!” He snapped waking up the stairs once again.  ” You lose out on the power of being feared, the massive amounts of money and an outlet for your dark side (and I know you have a very dark side, sister) but you walk away with true love.  You’ll be a destitute nobody,  but think of all the love!” He almost choked on his own vomit and He could feel her flipping his back off while he went by.

Gage ducked into a bathroom to think.  That was a truly weak reaction he told himself. Completely childlike.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glass in the mirror begin to change. It began to swirl about and make interesting colors. Either a portal to Hell was opening or he was warming up for his bi annual psychotic break. He liked how good ass looked in Hell though.

He knew what would come next. Who would come next

 

” You can’t really let her back into the family !” A demonic voice growled.  “She’ll find a way to steal the power and the money and your place at the head of the family. ”  If was his father in the mirror telling him what he should do,  from Hell. Or his schizophrenia talking.  It s probably Hell.

 

“Don’t talk down like I’m retarded” Gage snapped at the old man. ” I know what I have to do,”

The sister banged on the bathroom door ” we don’t have time for a fucking psycho right now!” She said. Go take your meds, you aren’t going crazy tonight. Save  it  for another day Loony Tunes!”

Fucking cunt