Green Legacy 2 (musc)
by Jaypat
As we rode from the junk yard, I tried asking Billy a few of the million questions I had running around in my head, “How did this happen? How big do you get? Can you just grow whenever you want?” But Billy just said, “Not now, dude. I gotta eat first.” And that was all I could get out of him. We didn’t ride very far, maybe five or six blocks, then he stopped at a McDonald’s.
“McDonald’s?” I said as I parked my bike next to his. “Isn’t there a Burger King, like a block away.”
“You like Burger King?” He asked, walking up to the door. “I should have guessed you’d be one of them.”
“What does that mean?”
“Burger King is for pussies.”
“Yeah, but McDonald’s tastes like crap.”
“They got the best fries on the planet.”
“Well, yeah the fries are ok, but the burgers suck.”
“Jeeze, you probably drink Pepsi, too,” said Billy.
I shook my head. My mom was kind of a heath nut. “I don’t really drink a lot of soda,” I said.
“That figures,” he said.
Actually, I didn’t really eat much fast food at all. But you didn’t have to be a hamburger expert to know that McDonalds was about as crappy as it got.
The place was kind of empty and we walked right up to order. The lady behind the counter took one look at us and said, “Where the hell have you two been, teaching the hogs how to wallow?”
Suddenly I realized we were both pretty dirty. At least Billy’s clothes were clean. Mine were torn, dirty… and bloody.
“Are you always this fucking funny, or are we just lucky,” Billy asked the woman behind the counter. Man, I would never talk to an adult like that. Hell, I’d never talk to anyone like that. The woman didn’t seem to like it much either. She scowled at Billy for a second and then asked him for his order. Billy ordered enough Big Macs and fries for about ten people.
“Where are the rest of you?” the counter lady asked.
“Always a fucking comedian,” said Billy as he slammed his money down. This time I don’t think she was trying to be funny.
When my turn came, I ordered one of their salads and a milk, and I said please and thank you. Billy looked at me like I just stepped off a space ship from Mars. “Who the fuck walks into a McDonalds and orders a salad?” he said.
“I do,” I said right back, and as I reached into my pocket to get my wallet, my shirt hiked up a little, exposing my bare skin.
“What that?” asked Billy.
“What’s what?”
“That brown patch on your side.”
“It’s nothing,” I said, as I paid for my food. “Just a birth mark. Why? What did you think it was?”
“I don’t know, a tattoo?”
“I’m too young to have a tattoo,” I said.
“Who told you that, your mommy?”
“No,” I said, but she had.
“Well, let me see,” he said.
I lifted my shirt up and revealed the medium sized brown mark. “Its kinda shaped like a cat’s head,” I said, giving my standard birthmark speech. “You can see the round head and the pointed ears.”
“That’s fucking awesome,” said Billy, grinning. “I was beginning to wonder about you, but that’s fucking awesome.”
I let my shirt drop. “Whatever.” Man, he was weird. I mean, there was the whole muscle giant thing, but he was weird on top of that.
We got our food and headed over to the table. No sooner did we sit down then Billy started shoving burgers into his mouth. For a second there I didn’t think he was gong to bother to unwrap them. I’d never seen anyone eat like that. Watching him, I almost forgot about my salad.
He saw me staring at him and paused in mid bite. “Wha…” he said, his mouth half full of chewed hamburger. “I’m hungry, ok? It makes me hungry.”
“Sure,” I said, and I turned my attention back to my salad, even though I really wasn’t that interested in it.
“So, what’s your deal?” asked Billy between burgers.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You got a girlfriend?”
“No,” I said. “You?”
“A bunch,” he said, as bits of bun flecked out of his mouth across the table at me. “You like High School?” We had just started High School a couple of weeks ago.
“It’s ok,” I said. Actually I loved it, but I knew it wasn’t cool to be too enthusiastic about school.
“It’s way better than middle school,” he said. “The girls have some serious titties on ’em, just like real women.”
“I guess,” I said. Ok, the normality of this conversation was driving me crazy. “So what’s your deal?” I asked.
He gave me a cocky half grin, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Yeah, I would. I mean, have you always been able to do that?”
“No,” he said off hand, “Just the last few months, more or less. What about you?”
“What do you mean, what about me?”
“You ever do anything like that?”
“Are you fucking kidding?”
“How about dreams? You ever had dreams about doing something like that?”
“No. Why?”
“No reason. Just wondering.” But I knew there was a reason. There was defiantly something going on here. Something he knew, but didn’t want to tell me. I was getting a little tired of playing games with him. I began to wonder what I was doing there and I got up to go.
“Wait a minute,” he said. “Where you going?”
“If you’re not going to tell me anything, I’m going home,” I said.
“Wait, wait,” he said. “Sit down., will ya? Just sit down for a second.” This was way too confusing. Billy needed me to stay. I could tell from his expression. For some reason he needed me to be there. I sighed and sat down.
“You can’t tell anyone about the junk yard,” he said. “You’re the only one who knows I do that. I mean, except my mom.”
“Why,” I asked him. “Why am I the only one? I don’t even know you. I’m not even sure I like you. Why pick me to tell?”
He didn’t say anything, but I had leverage on him now. I got up to go again.
“Ok, fine,” he said. “Check this out.” He stood up and pulled up his shirt. I practically gagged. There on his right side was a birth mark, absolutely identical to my own.
“What the fuck?”
“So, what do you think now?” he said. “Do I get a few more minutes of your precious time or what?”
I sat back down again. I was so shocked I didn’t think I could walk straight anyway. We were related? Isn’t that what identical birth marks meant, we were related? Mom never said anything about being related to the Calhouns. This was way too weird.
And before I had a chance to recover, a large shadow loomed over our table. I looked up. It was the restaurant manager. He had that classic M on his button down shirt and a gold name tag that read, Cal. The guy was pretty big, about six two, and he looked like he might have been an athlete about ten years ago. But now he was definitely going to seed.
“You boys about finished here?” he said. It wasn’t a question. He wanted us to go.
Billy looked up at him suddenly furious. It was scary how quick he got angry. And he wasn’t just angry; he looked like he wanted to tear the guy apart. “You’ll know we’re finished when we leave… Cal,” he said. The threat was clear in his voice.
“You must be the kid who sassed Chloe,” said Cal. “We don’t put up with that kind of behavior around here. You’ll have to go now.”
“Well, we’re not ready to go… Cal. We’ll let you know when we are.”
“Kid, either you leave on your own two legs, or I will throw you out on your ear.”
Christ! A blind man could see where this was going. We must have looked like easy prey to this guy. We were both about five nine. Billy was a little taller and a little broader than me—in his normal body anyway. But neither of us looked to be anything that could give this guy any trouble. I knew that’s what he had to be thinking. And he was dead wrong, so fucking dead, so fucking wrong.
“Ok, Cal,” said Billy standing up. “Do your worst. Take your best shot. Go on, I want you to. I really do. Show me what a big fucking man you are, and then I’ll show you what a big fucking man I am. Only when I’m done, and as soon as you get out of the hospital, you’ll be looking for another job, because there’ll be nothing left of this shithole but the fucking grease from your fryer.”
Fuck. Fuck. This was a nightmare! I felt like there was a bomb in the room and I was the only guy who knew it. I could try and warn Cal off, but I knew he wouldn’t listen. He was pissed. His fists were already clenched. And Billy… Jesus, Billy looked excited. He wanted this to happen. He obviously couldn’t wait to get huge and start destroying the place. And then it hit me. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I had to do.
“Hey, Cal,” I said. “Is that really your name? Cal? I’ve got a dog named Cal. That’s a dog’s name, isn’t it?” And then I reached out, grabbed his name tag and tore it right off his shirt, ripping a really big hole in it in the process. “And this’ll look really good on his collar.” And then I took off running as fast as I could.
“Why you little…” I heard Cal call after me. I could tell he was chasing me. But what about Billy? Yeah, he was following me, too, just one step ahead of Cal. The manager might have been bigger, but we were way faster. We were on our bikes and peddling down the street before he even got to the door. I looked back and saw Billy peddling right behind me, laughing his ass off. After a few blocks we stopped.
“Hey,” he said, “You fucking surprised me back there, buddy. I had you pegged as a fucking pussy. Not such a fucking pussy after all.”
I looked over at him, but I wasn’t smiling. “Would you really have… you know…”
He looked thoughtful. “I don’t know. I’ve never done it twice in one day. I was kind of looking forward to seeing if I could. Anyway, why do you care? That guy had it fucking coming.”
Yeah. That was exactly what the neighbors had said about Big Mike Calhoun. He had it coming. Then it hit me. I had a fucking terrifying revelation. “You did it,” I whispered. “You killed your dad.”
Suddenly, that lightning fast temper exploded all over his face. He reached over with one fist and grabbed me by the shirt collar. “I already told you once,” he said with a quite intensity that was truly frightening, “Big Mike was not my dad. You fucking get that? Big Mike was not my dad!”
“Ok, alright, he wasn’t your dad,” I said quickly. Then he dropped my collar.
“Good,” he said. “I don’t want to ever hear you say that again.”
I figured I’d better not bring the murder back up, because I might wind up a sequel. Big Mike had been thrown through a wall. The Police didn’t know anything that could have done that. But I did. And even if hadn’t killed Big Mike, I thought as I straightened out my collar, I wasn’t used to being roughed up and I’d had just about enough of it for the day.
“Ok,” I said and I climbed up onto my bike. “See you later.”
“Wait a minute,” he said. “Where are you going?” There it was again, that kind of plaintive plea for me to stay. I just didn’t get it.
“I’m going home. It’ll be dark soon. You know dinner, homework, all that kind of stuff?” Not to mention that hanging out with a possible murderer wasn’t exactly on my to do list for the day.
“Hey, you want to hang out tomorrow?”
Did I? The muscle giant thing was kind of cool, but scary too, and dangerous. “Ah… I’m actually kind of busy.”
“You’re saying that ’cause of what happened to Big Mike. But you weren’t there that night. You don’t know what happened.”
He was right. And the more I thought about it, the less I figured Billy was a murderer. He was bad tempered, sure. He’d knock you on your ass, quick as look at you, but kill anyone on purpose? I didn’t think he would. But by accident, that was another matter. Billy was fucking dangerous; a raging, angry asshole who could turn himself into a muscle giant—that’s a pretty fucking scary combination—and I didn’t want to be his accident.
“You know what? Forget it,” he said. “Who needs you? Go home if you want.” Then he got on his bike and started peddling away. I didn’t get it. He looked really upset. This was bad ass Billy Calhoun. I mean I thought he was a bad ass before I knew he could turn himself in to an eight foot tall, two thousand pound behemoth. What could make him that upset? Me? Me walking out on him? That didn’t make any sense at all. I didn’t even know him, and he didn’t even know me. Sure, there was some kind of a bond there now, but one based on secrecy, mystery and terror. I didn’t feel any sentimental attachment at all, not one drop.
But he looked so alone peddling off down the street all by himself. And his dad did just get killed. And then there was his birthmark. Fuck!
“Hey, Billy!” I called. “Hey, Billy wait up!” And before I could start thinking and talk myself out of it, I was riding after him. He didn’t slow down to wait, but he didn’t speed up either, and in a couple of minutes I’d caught up with him, just as the sun was starting to set.
“What do you want?” he said.
That was a good question. What did I want? I’d better think of something fast.
“Hey, let’s see.”
“See what?”
“Let’s see if you can do it twice in one day.” What the fuck did I just say? Was I fucking crazy?
“Seriously?”
“Ah, yeah, sure.” Well, I’d already said it. I was trapped now… and it was kind of cool.
“Ok,” he said, starting to look excited. “But we’ve got to find the right place.”
“There’s lots of empty warehouses, how about one of them?”
“No, there’s more to it than that.”
There was?
“I know,” he said. “You know where we can get some rope?”
“Rope? No.”
“That’s ok. I bet we could find some in the stock yards, over by the tracks. We don’t need much. Come on.” And then he was peddling away and I was peddling after him, wondering what the hell I had just gotten myself into—again.
When we got to the stock yards, we found what we were looking for pretty easily—just half a dozen scraps of rope, no more than three feet long each. It’s a good thing we didn’t have to stay too long because the place really stank. We left our bikes and packs in the yard and I followed Billy over the chain link fence to the tracks. I was a little nervous. Unlike the old tracks where I rode my bike almost every day, these tracks were in use, and trains came down them all the time. And the fact that it was now just about fully dark out, made it worse.
“This’ll work,” said Billy. “Can you tie a decent knot?”
“Sure,” I said. I had spent a summer in the scouts before I realized it wasn’t my thing. I think knots was the only merit badge I got.
“Good. Tie me to the tracks.”
“What?”
“You gotta tie me to the tracks.”
“No, I don’t. Why?”
“Look, I can’t do it, unless I get really worked up.”
“So, get worked up some other way, because I’m not tying you to those tracks.”
“It can’t be just any “worked up.” Jeeze, if it could, I’d be doing it all the time. It’s gotta be extreme, I mean really life and death stuff. I can’t fake it. I’ve tried. It’s got to be real – like in the car crusher.”
Oh my God. That’s why he almost fucking killed us. “Can’t you just lie on the track? Do you have to be tied?”
“If I can get out of it, I will, and it won’t work.”
“But what if it turns out you can’t do it twice in one day?”
He stopped for a second. His eyes were darting back and forth in his head and I could almost see his mind moving a mile a second. “I think I can,” he finally said.
“Yeah, but what if you can’t?”
“Then you’re going to have a hell of a time explaining it to the cops,” he grinned.
“That’s not funny.”
“Come on,” he said, laying down on the tracks. “Tie me up. I’m tired of being small. I want to get huge again.”
“If being huge is so great, why do you bother to shrink back down?”
“You think it’s my idea? If I had my way, I’d stay like that all the time. But it only lasts about an hour.”
I looked down at the scraps of rope. I really wasn’t comfortable with this. “This really seems like a big risk.”
“Dude, it is so worth the risk.”
“You want to get undressed or something first?”
“No way. Busting out of my clothes is half the fun.” I still hesitated. “Come on, do it,” he shouted. “Don’t be a pussy. Do it.”
Despite my own better judgment, I found myself kneeling down and tying Billy’s ankle to the railroad tie using my best merit-badge-winning half hitch.
“That it. That’s the way,” said Billy. “Tie it tight. This is going to be so cool.” He was really getting excited. I started to wonder. If I were going to turn into a muscle beast, would I be this excited. I decided maybe I would.
I finished with Billy’s ankles and I started in on his wrists. It didn’t take long and soon he was securely fastened to the tracks. Now all I guess we had to do was wait for a train.
Billy was struggling to free himself. I guess he just wanted to make sure he couldn’t, and he couldn’t. He looked happy as can be. I suddenly realized I had Billy tied up and helpless—at least for now. I wondered how I might turn this to my advantage.
“So are you going to tell me?” I asked.
“Tell you what?”
“Why out of all the people in the world, you chose me to share this with?”
“Maybe I’m just hot for you.”
“Nice try. I don’t buy it. Try again.”
“You’re pretty smart. Figure it out.”
“Does this have something to do with my birth mark?”
“See, I said you were smart.”
“But you didn’t even know I had it until after you did the whole junk yard thing.”
He didn’t say anything. He just grinned back at me.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?”
He shook his head.
I was actually starting to guess, but I needed to hear it from him. I needed to hear a lot of things from him, like how such a thing was even possible. “Ok, then. You brought this on yourself.” I reached down and pulled off his right sneaker. His bare foot was still grimy from his adventure in the junk yard.
“What’s this?” he asked, chuckling. “Are you going to torture me, Sammy?”
“Sort of, and you can call me Sam. I dropped the Y when I was eleven.” I got up and looked around. It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for, some tall strands of grass.”
“You’re a pretty brave man, there, Sammy,” he said. “You know what’s about to happen to me.”
“I know,” I said, as I started stroking the bottom of his foot with the tips of some grass strands. “So are you going to tell me?”
He laughed. “You’re a shitty torturer,” he said. “You’ll have to do a helluva lot better than that.”
But I wasn’t worried. I knew what I was doing. All I needed was a little time, so I just kept at it. Billy laughed for a few minutes, but tickling will do that… at first.
“Ok, that’s enough,” he finally said. “You can stop now. It’s starting to bug me.”
“You going to tell me?”
“No.”
And I kept right on tickling.
“Stop, ok, look, I told you to stop.”
But I didn’t listen.
“Look, I’m not going to tell you, so just quit it.”
“Tell me.”
“No!”
“Ok,” I said, and kept gently stroking the soul of his foot.
“You’re really starting to piss me off.”
“And all this fucking mystery pisses me off,” I answered.
“I don’t think you know what you’re doing, Sammy,” he said, “You’re not just playing with fire, you’re playing with a fucking volcano.”
“All you have to do is tell me,” I said.
“Fuck you.”
“Fine,” I said.
“What makes you think I won’t fucking squash you when I get up from here?” he asked.
“If I really thought you’d do that, I’d untie you now.”
“You wouldn’t fucking do that,” he said. It sounded more like a plea than a threat.
“No. I probably should, but I’m not going to. All I want is a little information.”
“You are going to be so fucking sorry for this.”
“Maybe, but if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that you need me—“
“I don’t need anyone.”
“—and not just someone, you need me specifically. What I want to know is why?”
“It’s not that I need you, exactly—” and then we heard the train whistle. Fuck. I was so close.
“You better run, Sammy,” he said.
“Promise to lay off me, or I’ll unite you right now.”
“Fuck off.”
“Ok,” and I started working on the rope around his ankle.
“Ok, ok, Jeeze, I wasn’t going to do anything to you anyway.”
And I believed him. I’m not sure why, but I did. I left the rope alone.
“Better get away from me,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because there’s a fucking train coming, numb nuts.” And he was right. I looked up and sure enough, there was the unmistakable headlight and shadowy shape of a train heading right for us.
I looked down at his completely ordinary looking body stretched across the tracks and tried to connect it to the colossus I’d seen tear apart the junk yard, and at that moment I just couldn’t do it. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Why don’t I untie you and we’ll try something else.”
“What? Fuck no. Don’t wuss out on me now.”
I could hear the train coming, like approaching thunder and then I could feel the vibration on the track. “When will you know if this is going to work?”
“It’s gonna work. Get the fuck out of here.”
I took a couple of steps back, and looked over toward the approaching train. It was a freight. Fuck, it was big and it was moving so damn fast. “If you think it’s not going to happen, yell and I’ll come untie you.”
“Don’t fucking say that! You’ll screw everything up. Just get the fuck away.”
I stumbled backwards, my eyes seesawing from Billy to the train, Billy to the train. Fuck. It wasn’t happening. Why wasn’t it happening?
The train was close now, too close. Even if I wanted to help Billy now, I couldn’t. It would be too late. I’d never get him untied in time.
Billy was writhing on the tracks, obviously trying to free himself, but it was useless. It wasn’t going to work. Billy was going to die. It would be my fault. I tied him there.
I had to do something. I took a half step forward, but then I heard Billy shout, “WAHOOOOO! FUCK YEAH!” And then I saw him arch his back. His chest rose high in the air and…whoa. It looked bigger. His shirt slid back a little and his abs… My God they were growing out of his stomach. And his arms…Jeeze, they looked thicker and ripped. Even over the roar of the approaching train, I could hear the pop, pop, pop of snapping rope as Billy tore himself free. He rolled clear of the tracks, shouting, “YEE FUCKING HAA!” just as the engine thundered up. It missed him by seconds. And suddenly it was pretty dark, and very loud. The area had been lit by the flood lights in the freight yard across the tracks. But now the train was blocking those, and there was no illumination, except for the strobe-like flickers that escaped between the passing cars. And the sound of the speeding train was deafening, a rhythmic clatter I could hear in my bones.
Billy stood up, his arms arched out slightly to the side. Fuck, he looked big, like years of hard core weight training had been compacted into the last few seconds. I could see his chest and shoulders completely filling out his shirt and his thighs stressing his jeans. I heard a POP as his foot exploded out of his remaining sneaker. He lifted his foot and shook it off, like you would if you just stepped in dog crap. He looked at me, grinned and flexed his right arm. His bicep exploded with size. Damn.
“Twice in one day, Sammy,” he shouted. “Twice in one fucking day!” He brought up his other arm for a double bi.
“Bang,” he said, giving his exploding cannon ball of a bicep a sound effect.
I watched his sleeves slide off those, large, boulder-like mounds and bunch up below his ballooning shoulders. Pop, pop, riiiip, and his sleeves just broke apart, shredding and rolling back like the peel on a banana. His arms looked bigger than any school jock’s—really fucking strong and yet I knew he was only a shadow of what he would become.
“I’m going to get even bigger this time, Sammy. I can fucking feel it. Check it out.”
Then he turned around. I could make out a muscular back stressing the hell out of his shirt, and then he flexed it. Snap, snap, snap riiiiiip and his shirt tore open straight down the back, releasing a thick wall of solid muscle. Holy crap, look at him. Just fucking look at him.
“Oh yeah,” he called “Oh fucking yeah.”
He turned and in three steps he was standing right in front of me. He wasn’t much taller but he was a hell of a lot broader. He was practically bumping me with his fucking enormous chest, still packed inside his overstressed t-shirt which had ridden up well above his fucking brick wall stomach. Christ! I almost couldn’t believe this was the same kid I sat across from at McDonalds, now that he had all that fucking muscle packed on him.
“What does it feel like?” I gasped.
“What?”
“To grow like that, what does it feel like?”
He gave me a half smile, almost a leer. I thought he was just going to make a joke, but then he said, “It’s better than sex, Sammy, way better than sex.”
Then he flexed his upper body and his t-shirt split apart as his mammoth chest and back burst out. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted. “Getting’ fucking huge!”
Then he grabbed me. I felt his hand on my arm like a padded steel pincer. I tried to break away, but forget it. He was already so fucking strong he could easily break me in two.
“I bet you’re sorry you fucked with me now,” he said, ginning that cocky grin.
“You said you weren’t going to do anything.”
“I said you were playing with fire.” He started shaking. Oh God, I knew what was coming. “And now that volcano is about to fucking blow. YEEHAAAAW!” And his body began exploding with muscle. Fuck. I mean I’d seen it before, but fuck. Muscles just kept bursting out of Billy, bulging up, stretching out, and piling up on top of each other all over him. Monstrous traps rose out of his broadening back. His chest went from melons to basketballs to fucking china balls. His abs bulged up to the size of my fist, then doubled in size and doubled again. I saw his pants split and fall apart, destroyed by ridiculously huge, ripped hamstrings and quads. And as all these muscles erupted out of him, he was shooting upwards, getting taller and taller, while all the time more impossibly huge muscles burst up under his skin, swelled and bulged. His hand on my arm stretched and thickened and grew until it no longer just grabbed my arm; he had half my body in his grasp. The Billy I knew was gone. It was like he’d been swallowed up by muscle, a huge fucking mountain of it. And that black poser he wore, with the strain it was under, it wouldn’t last much longer.
“WAAAAHOOOOO,” he screamed, lifting his massive arms to the heavens. Fuck, I’d seen whole families that weren’t as big as his arms. I saw his gargantuan lats spread out behind him, like the sail on a schooner. His intercostals were as thick as my arms. “This is fucking it! This is what I live for!” he shouted. I gulped. The fucking size of him… he was so fucking massive. How could that kid I ate lunch with have become this? His bulk was just so overwhelming, so much fucking muscle over every bulging inch of him. He had to have been right. He had to be bigger this time. Either that or I’d just forgotten what he’d been like before. But now that he was standing next to me, I was terrified. Billy had become such a wall of unstoppable massive, heaving power, he must have more strength in one of his fingernails than I had in my entire body. Just looking at him made me go weak in the knees.
And suddenly he was lifting me up. I put my free hand out to steady myself and it landed on his pec. It was huge, hard as a rock, and my hand was fucking dwarfed by it. He twitched. Ever feel a boulder twitch?
“Are you ready for a little payback, Sammy?” he said.
I was fucked.
“I just want to say one thing,” I managed.
“Yeah, what’s that?” he said.
“You’re going to have a hell of a time scraping me off your fist.”
He ginned and raised his impossibly gargantuan arm. I winced, preparing myself. And then he started…
…tickling me. The bastard was tickling me—on my side. It was rough tickling. I’d probably be bruised for a week, but I started laughing. I couldn’t help myself. I’m not sure if it was the tickling or the relief. “You fucking bastard!” I managed in between guffaws.
“Had you going there, didn’t I?” Then he set me down, and I looked up at him, overwhelmed once again by the height and sheer mass of him.
“You’re ok, Sam,” he said. “I was really afraid you’d be a pussy, but you’re all right. But it’s a good thing you’re my brother, ’cause no matter how much I like you, that’s the only way you cold fucking tickle torture me and live.” And then he turned. His knees bent and I saw his mammoth quads nearly explode out of his skin as he leapt, an impossible leap, twenty feet up and just as far over, right over the top of the freight train to the other side of the tracks. His massive from was now completely blocked from view by the moving wall that was the train.
Well, now he’d said it. Brother.
I had been pretty sure that’s where he had been going all along, but now that it was out in the open, I almost wished he’d kept silent. My world was now a cyclone of doubt and uncertainty. How did this happen? What did it mean? Was a birthmark the only thing we had in common? Alone, I sat down on the ground and pondered these thoughts while the endless train thundered by me into the darkness.