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Misfits

Part Fourteen

After, as they used a tarp from the construction site to wrap the body in, Shiloh pointed out the obvious. “You left me. I had to follow the direction the van sped off in and hope. I had to change in the woods and run to catch up. I could have been seen, you left me no choice.”

Wendy was still covered...
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Misfits

Part Thirteen

Shiloh showed for that meeting late, he was already in the motel room waiting and he was rough too. He tried to get right to business and he got real damn angry when he didn’t find the goods he hoped to find as he dig his dirty hands into places that didn’t belong to him.

When boys, when some boy, finds out...
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Misfits

Part Twelve

Shiloh spent days, weeks, and then even months expecting to have some form of that same conversation with Wendy. There was plenty of room and reason for confrontation but it never came, there was never any resolve from what Shiloh sat and listened to in the dark. Father was supposed to be the hurdle, the argument. Wendy was supposed to be the...
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Misfits

Part Eleven

Wendy pulled no punches, “He’s twelve. How can he even know what he’s really saying? He never said anything about this to me, I just thought he was gay. He liked my clothes and I didn’t see the harm in it. Did I encourage this by not saying no?”

“If he…if Shiloh says…a lot of thought has been put into this. I...
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Misfits

Part Ten

They were alone on the porch, Father never liked lingering, he was always moving, always thinking, always working, cleaning up after the last hunt or preparing for the next. Keeping his attention for long was difficult under most circumstances and nearly impossible at a time like this. Shiloh needed him to be patient, now more than ever, and that was asking a...
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Misfits

Part Nine

Fuck you. How was that supposed to help anything? Shiloh was exhausted but sleep wasn’t forthcoming. Instead there was that common, constant, revisiting past arguments and evaluating what should have been said, too little, too late.

Saying that to Wendy came naturally, given the subject. Father was supposed to have been the hurdle, the conversation to dread, not her. Shiloh knew, had...
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Misfits

Part Seven

“So, let’s not do this anymore. Let’s do something else.”

“Like what, Shiloh? We eat people, you have to kill them to do that. We can’t go off into the country and herd goats. Dad’s way works, its just, we don’t have money. These assholes never have any money. We can’t get jobs because if anyone found out we were both underage...
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Misfits

Part Six

Kiddo.

That wasn’t accidental. Or if it was then it was a distant throwback memory. Father was the only one who ever called Shiloh that and only before, when Shiloh was Kevin. Kiddo was one of the first things to go after they had the talk.

Wendy, even unnerved, was searching for ways to regain the upper hand. Shiloh was exhausted with...
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Misfits

Part Five

Shiloh looked down and noticed the elongated fingers with their deadly porcelain colored tips. The change happened so fast it was nearly seamless. The wig would be ruined. That was the worst part. Good wigs were expensive and they were already out of shops in town to steal them from where they wouldn’t both be recognized as shoplifters. Shiloh reached up anyway,...
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