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 in blood as she shrugged, “We had the room for the night. I saw him duck out so I knew you couldn’t get him to drink. We’ve been without too long, you have. You needed fresh meat. I was going to finish this up solo and come back to get you. Next time, wait for me.”
For the first time, in a very long time, maybe since they found what was left of their father and Wendy tried to speak for both of them, demanding they go get revenge, Shiloh said no.
“No. I won’t do that. From now on, you wait for a text just like we always have. I tried to text you, to let you know this one got away. You ignored me and went after him anyway. You didn’t kill him quick either, you took your time, you’ve been doing that lately. The last couple have gone that way, one way or another. Your actions are going to get us caught, worse, you’re becoming someone who likes doing this. We aren’t supposed to like doing this.”
Those words, of course, were only said in the nightmare. In reality all Shiloh ever managed was a weak “No. I can’t just sit and wait.” Followed by an even weaker “What about his mother?”
Wendy was preening as she folded the tarp over her victim’s head. “Fuck her, let her sit in a chair and dry out, she raised a monster.”
That particular nightmare always ends the same way. Shiloh, refusing to pick up the other end of the carelessly wrapped package, motions to the only person there is left in the world to love or trust, “So did our Father.”
The nightmare was always fangs, claws, and knives after that. The nightmare always ended the same way. Shiloh, alone and wounded, unable to leave the cooling body of one final victim. Unwilling to wander off into the woods once and for all, truly alone.
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