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- A Moment of Peace - part 3 by Toran
- http://toranistheauthor.tumblr.com/
- Continuing the story of a boy who loses his mother ot the world's first recorded fluffy perpetrated homicide.
- Some regular cops were passing the surveilance tapes around and having a laugh at what those fluffies said.
- The judge had quietly changed moms cause of death and had the bastards destroyed, but some prick in the
- precinct must have been looking for a pay day.
- Three weeks after the investigation, news breaks about what really happened to mom.
- It was like the whole goddam world came down on us.
- Reporters camped out on the sidewalk, the phone ringing all damn day, even a few people I used to call
- friend offering to split the cash with us if we gave them an interview.
- I was already bottomed out, all I had left was anger.
- So I started showing every piece of shit who bothered me how I personally felt deep down.
- I've had my ass handed to me too, you can't win em' all.
- But the fluffies they had with them never made it out alive.
- I'd rather get kicked in the head ten times than let one of those shitstains live.
- Detective Einstein managed to keep me out of jail, but I think he's run out of favors.
- News coverage (the little I watched) was mostly about how the fluffies managed it, staging recreations and
- examining the hidden camera footage of their little training runs.
- A couple of commentators were going over it for the hundredth time when one of them laughed a bit at how
- embarrassing it must be for the family of the deceased.
- The shame of being killed by a fluffy pony of all things.
- He apologized right away of course.
- I'd still smash his head in with a rock if I we ever met.
- Some of the bigger guys at school thought it was a laugh too, for a while.
- Until I broke one of the basketball players jaw.
- I don't remember too much from many of my fights, just my hand hurting and a bunch of teachers trying to pull me off of him.
- Most people got the point.
- I still have some clever ones bring fluffies to me and shake them in my face now and then.
- Ever seen a guy get beaten with a fluffy corpse?
- It's not very effective, you really gotta try hard.
- The key is, grab em' by the hind legs and swing so the skull makes contact (watch out for the poop).
- It's still weak but the skull is one of the toughest parts of a fluffy.
- That's something I picked up through experience.
- We've found dead fluffies on mom's tombstone a couple times.
- Even a live one once, tied to it.
- My sister ran off crying, I ran towards it.
- Kicked it so hard the string around its neck decapitated the fucker.
- When the fluffball first spotted us she called for help, thinking the nice humans would let her go.
- However, it started running away and crying "nu huwt" right before I got there.
- I guess the look on my face gave my intentions away.
- Dad told me I scared him a bit.
- I don't know how he can't despise these worthless freaks.
- Maybe he's a better person than I am.
- That, or he's just surrendered to being miserable.
- I'm guessing it's both.
- Even the freaking cat has changed.
- She spends most of her time outside hunting stuff when half a year ago chasing a laser pointer was the
- highlight of her day.
- There's been plenty of times I'd go to the back porch and find her playing with the fluffy corpse she's dragged back to gnaw on.
- It's something to see, watching a cat dissect one of the little bastards.
- They have to be meticulous in getting around all that fluff to the meat inside.
- She's good at it though, taught herself where the neck is on these things despite not being able to see it's exact spot.
- Sometimes she'll come back with a living one (often a foal) and just bat it around, playing with her food.
- It's pathetic, the foal begging for help or offering hugs to make it stop.
- I'll occasionally sit close by and watch; dad doesn't like that but I tell him it's nature at work.
- Am I wrong?
- So here I am sitting in the middle of nowhere, reading books I don't like, hiking through places I'm already
- bored of and trying my best not to think about the trainwreck my family has become.
- All because some fluffies found a way to make people drop their groceries.
- I hate them.
- Oh Jesus, how I hate them.
- Friends with fluffies made sure they were well hidden when I was around.
- I dunno how many ferals I've killed these past couple months, but its not enough.
- It'll never be enough.
- Maybe I'll become an exterminator after school.
- I've heard you gotta be one crazy fucker to kill babies that can beg for their lives.
- I think I can do that.
- Yeah.... yeah I think I can do that.
- I haven't even gone out of my way to find them.
- Well, the first couple from the herd I did.
- They were a special case, I needed to get my hands on any that might have had a part in killing mom.
- There aren't any fluffies left in that wooded area, I should know.
- I burned the whole fucking place down.
- There's nothing around it beside a very, very run down shell of a house.
- If there were any fluffies hiding in there, they waddled away while I looked for hobos inside.
- I still had the presence of mind to check the place before emptying the 2L bottles of gas in my backpack.
- I'm not the killer here.
- All I do is crush fluffies, they don't count as people of course.
- They don't even count as animals.
- They're things.
- Property.
- Monsters.
- I don't like obsessing about it, but my mind wanders back if I'm not occupied.
- The doctors have me on a few meds, one to keep me calm and another is an antidepressant.
- Lately one doctor been trying to talk me into something that'll keep me from obsessing about mom's passing.
- I felt like smacking that woman in the mouth for suggesting it, didn't do it of course.
- I simply stated my mother's memory deserves more respect you fucking dumbass cunt.
- Surprisingly she wasn't mad, maybe she could tell I felt bad about it the second the words left my mouth.
- Got a bit of an impulse control problem.
- Not that I think my doctors actually care, all the flyers and crap in their offices clued me in to them having "understandings" with the a variety of pharmaceutical companies.
- Gotta know who's buttering your bread, right?
- So right now it's pretty boring.
- I'm headed back to camp the the hundredth time, no reason really, it's been one lazy day after another.
- ... Well... it was boring.
- I just heard some high pitched, squeaky voices.
- They're coming from my campsite.
- Fearls out here?
- Why not?
- The vermin are everywhere else.
- Looks like they're trying to get into my food supply.
- I'd be damn hungry on the way back without it.
- Maybe even starve.
- But they don't care.
- Fluffies don't give a damn about anything but themselves.
- They'd doom an entire herd to save their own neck.
- They'd steal the last crumb from a starving child.
- They'd destroy a family for two grocery bags worth of food.
- They don't deserve to live.
- So they won't.
- End Part 3
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