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WE ARE SURVIVORS
‘NOTHIN BUT A MONSTER’ – ARI HICKS
BONES
Ihate and I love and I hate women. And this specimen in particular smells like the best kind of trouble. She’s here to stir shit up, I can tell. It’s plain as day in her mischievous emerald eyes, all sass and bravado aside.
She’s one of us.
And not just because her presence here decrees that she must be, but because her whole aura drips with the blood of her enemies, all whilst shining the most dazzling shade of iridescent black.
She must have an impressive catalogue of kills to be chosen and brought to the asylum.
Like I said, fucking trouble.
I’m looking forward to watching the chaos ensue. I’m coming up to seven years in here now – third longest stint after Night and Hatchet – and I’ve never seen them bring a girl in before.
Why?
Do they think we’ll play nicely with her just because she’s got a cunt? Or are they hoping that we don’t? That we fight amongst ourselves over her? No pussy is worth fucking up our fucked up found family for.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some sappy boy band wannabe claiming that these other assholes locked up with me are mybrothersor any such shit. But we are survivors. Most of us have a good few years under our belt here, and we’ve managed not to kill each other thus far, which has to count for something.
Lock half a dozen or so total psychopaths up together and still give them access to weapons, and a fair few casualties are bound to occur along the way. But we seem to have formed a fairly solid team now.
Even Snow, who I think’s a total asshole, has survived almost a year here. If I haven’t killed him by now, I’ll begrudgingly admit that I probably won’t.
Not sure I can say the same about the new girl though.
I won’t go easy on her or spare her life just because she has tits.
She needs to be kept at arm’s length, no matter how captivating she may be. Honey’s already sweet on her. Snow seems to loathe her, but that’s likely because she didn’t walk into the room and immediately fall on his cock, and he’ll see that as a challenge. Ghost is unreadable as ever, but I doubt she’ll crack me, Nightshade, or Hatchet.
It’s only when we’re seated in the canteen and the doors are closed but no food appears that I realise that we’re notallseated. Hell, we’re not all even fucking present.
She’s not here.
“Fuck’s sake!” Snow whines. “I’m hungry. Where the fuck is the red haired bitch?”
“Rat’s missing too,” Ghost mumbles. He’s so quiet I barely catch what he’s saying, but when I look around I realise he’s right.
I sigh.
Rat’s not the newest recruit to the team, but he’s the worst fit. His relapses – despite our freedom to play on the mainland – have cost the asylum more than their fair share of staff, and even though I give zero fucks about the new girl, I wouldn’t wish her death at Rat’s hands upon anyone.
Being eaten alive isn’t any sane person’s first choice of ways to die. And although we definitely don’t qualify as sane, I still don’t think any of us would choose death by cannibalism.
“Well, that might just be the shortest stay at the facility known to man.”
“Your money’s on Rat?” Honey asks eagerly, leaning towards me with interest gleaming in his eyes.
I shrug like I don’t care either way. But Idocare if the uncomfortable twisting in my stomach is anything to go by.
“What do we all think of the newbie?” Snow asks, his abrasive tone making it abundantly clear that he’s already made up his mind.
Ghost gives a one shouldered noncommittal shrug. I didn’t expect him to have much to say on the matter. The guy’s almost as mute as Hatchet.
“I think she’ll be a good fit. Shake things up a bit,” Honey replies evenly. He’s not fooling me. He likes her already. There’s a gleam in his eye that’s been missing for a long time.
