>>5402421Firing for a few solid seconds, he slowly regains his composure after taking a steadying breath and running a hand through his golden hair. “He was right, of course.” He says as he kicks a few of the spent cartridges over the edge.
“Soon after that I stopped getting visitors at the house. Calls. Mom suggested <span class="mu-r">THE CULT</span> do something about it, of course, but dad wouldn’t have it–said it ‘wouldn’t be worth the risk’ or some bullshit like that.”
Turning to face you again, a crooked grin reappears on Boris’ face.
“She tried anyway, of course. You can guess what dad did to her when he found out.”
Blinking in confusion, your answer comes in the form of Boris pointing his gun at the ground and firing.
“Bastard blamed it on the cult, too. Got people arrested while he and his inner circle got to keep playing ‘<span class="mu-i">Secret Society.</span>”
Loading a fresh set of cartridges into his gun, the janitor ends his thought with a shrug. “But it wasn’t all bad, Stan. You see, I learned something back in the hospital.”
What, you spit, how to French Kiss his kookoo <span class="mu-i">girlfriend</span>?
“Please, Stan, I knew how to use my mouth and tongue <span class="mu-i">LONG</span> before that.” He replies with a playful wink! Oh <span class="mu-i">GOD.</span> “But for what it’s worth, sure–she was a good tool… and while everyone else moved on from me after my injury, she kept sending me letters, and in time everything slowly started to come together.”
Thinking about it with a wistful sigh, Boris turns towards you again with a sheepish laugh. “But that wasn’t what I learned. Nope, I learned, Stannie, that at the end of the day there’s only two kinds of people:”
Making his way behind you, you hear him fiddling with his <span class="mu-r">REVOLVER</span> once more. “People who use people… and people who get <span class="mu-i">used</span>.”
You wait for cold steel to press against your head, but nothing comes.
“Those who score goals… and those who pass the ball.”
That’s when you feel it–a muzzle pressing into your hair.
>CONTD. 