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Lucius George

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a character in “Deadmen”, as played by blondehaired

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Lucius George's Story

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"I gotta get going... don't tell my girlfriend, okay?"

Lucius's eyes creep open, two slender blue orbs adjusting to the light from the window and the fully-dressed boy standing by the door. He then rolls his eyes, slowly rising from the bed so his chest is slightly slumped but enough to look awake. The boy, Jake, stands by the door in the outfit from the night before, his wide brown eyes filled with worry. "I don't even know your last name, how am I supposed to know who your girlfriend is?" Lu's raspy sleep voice rolls from his tongue, the sarcasm making his voice sounds slow and deep. Jake seems to realize the same thing, and relaxes physically. He plants one more kiss on Lu's lips, and then leaves.

"Call me?" Lu calls after the boy facetiously, falling back into the soft, fluffy pillows he spent so many hours trying to find. Mavis was actually the one that found them; after all, she helped him stock most of his dumpy little home. Why don't you just get an apartment? Amber had asked him. He had only one reason: Baby, his spoiled rescue cat. Lu can already hear Baby's padding over to the room, like he could read Lu's mind. Lu slowly rises from the bed, snatching a cigarette from the pack in his bedside drawer and lazily sauntering through his house to the living room, where his backyard is waiting for him. "Alright you beast, potty time." Lu opens the back door, then the porch door, watching his cat saunter around the yard and up onto the fence. Lu stays on the porch, watching his cat roam about the surprising large backyard while lighting a cigarette. Camel Menthol.

His tired eyes drag around the yard, watching for the moment when Baby would start batting at the local squirrels and he would beckon the cat inside with his favorite treats. Another sleepless night, save for the hour of sleep he somehow achieved right around sunrise. The sight was beautiful, pink and light blue beads of light shining down on the bare-chested boy beside him, his feathery black hair splashed against his forehead, which wrinkled in his sleep.

Baby wanders back around when the squirrels don't come down to play, his soft fur tickling past Lu's ankle. Lu makes sure to refill the food bowl and set out a water bowl before disappearing into the back of his house for a shower.

Looking in the mirror, slowly steaming into a translucent mess, he fingers the tattoo on his collarbone. 912347104.

If he dwells too long on anything that reminds him of The Hole, he is attacked with memories. He runs a damp hand through his hair, trying to think of something else. He has a "date" with Mavis today, as he calls them, and then he supposed to have a meeting with the Deadmen tonight, to welcome new members and lay out introductions for their next big mission. He doesn't really feel like doing anything of that, except meeting with Mavis of course, and considers asking her to go on lookout for vigilantes with him tonight. Now that's a rush, saving a family from losing one of their precious members. To stop them from becoming someone like me. Lu is suddenly gripped by the memory of the night he was taken, and he gasps, suddenly breathless and tearing up. The image of his father, surrounded by a pool of blood, while an older man is forcing him out the door of his childhood home, brings him to his knees. The showerhead pounds water on his crumbling body, and he can still feel the difference of salty tears and shower water on his face.

The sound of a phone call wrestles him from this living nightmare. Lu rushes out the shower, tripping on the wet linoleum and his underwear on the floor, catching the phone just before the final ring.

"Uh, hello?"


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β€œMusic soothes the soul; massaging the wounds that never heal.”



When she left the Hole, Amber’s favorite thing to do was sleep. Just sleeping without having to be forced to get up after exactly six hours… It was like heaven. That, and amoung getting all of the sinning out of her system that she missed when her teenage years were torn from her. It was a rough time, for Luci more than her. He had to deal with her coming home drunk or high with a new girl on her arm almost every night. And after two months of it, she suddenly stopped. That was all she needed; to test out the crazy life for a bit to know what she was missing. And sure it was great for the time, but it grew tiring to her. Boring, almost.

It was after those two months she got an alarm clock. The first time it rang, she broke it by accident. Amber hated it. But she couldn’t find anything else to get her up in the morning. She asked Luci to call her in the morning, but the poor boy had to sleep more than her. After she got her job at the shelter, the solution was right in front of her. That’s why, this morning, her alarm was a large, soft, wet pink tongue lapping at her nose. Then another one in her ear, and one on her cheek. β€œOi oi, I’m up, ya brutes.” Amber struggled to sit up, pushing the three masses of fur off of her body. Duke, the old boy, rubbed his white, scruffy muzzle against her shoulder, whining for attention. She scratched behind his black ears, which, despite his age, still remained soft. Cobra, the massive German Shepherd, who was the β€œalpha” of the pack, trotted over to the door and sat down. One solitary bark told Amber that she had to use the bathroom.

β€œYeah yeah, I’m coming.” Grumbling softly, Amber swung her legs off of the comfort of her bed. God, it had been so long since she had been able to say that. To have her own bed to rest in. She ran her fingers over the dark blue covers; they weren’t silken and they weren’t rough. Just what she both needed and wanted. Another bellowing bark from the other side of the small house spurred her onward. β€œI hear ya, I hear ya.”

Amber shuddered as her bare legs hit the cool air. Another thing she adored: being able to wear what she wanted. So her sleeping outfit was generally a t-shirt and some boxer shorts. Thinking about the jumpsuits she use to have to sleep in… Her jaw clenched. Bringing up the thought of anything involving the Hole caused memories to flood her consciousness. The abuse, the torture, the rape. If Champ, the youngin’ of the group, hadn’t bowled past her and almost knocked her over, she probably would have remained entranced there, trapped in this remembrance. As Amber turned to re-enter the house, Duke lumbered past, his old joints ailing him. It made her sad to see him struggle, but her was a fighter. With a bit of effort, he could practically keep up with the other two.

Amber immediately walked over to her stereo, flipping it on. A Queen song came on, blaring over the large speakers she bought a couple months ago. Among all of the amazing things she’s done when she was free, right behind spreading the word about the treatment of mutants and the breakouts from the Hole, purchasing those large amplifiers were up there.

Getting ready with music brightened her spirits almost instantly. She chanted and sang as she got ready,
β€œI work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache in my bones
At the end
I take home my hard earned pay all on my own
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord somebody, ooh somebody
Please, can anybody find me somebody to love?”


Eventually, she devolved into simply humming. A quick, warm shower woke her up fully. All of her responsibilities came flooding back, causing a relaxed but annoyed sigh to leave her parted lips. Another few minutes passed and she was fully dressed, combing the knots out of her blonde hair. The song had changed, but she still hummed along. All of her motions had a rhythmical flow to them, as if she was doing everything to the beat.

A pair of sneakers and a thermos of home-brewed coffee later, Amber was ready to go to work. She grabbed her wallet and phone, attached the three leashes to the dogs’ collars, snapped the leashes onto her belt, and took out her phone. The dogs trotted along in front of her as she pulled up Luci’s number on her phone. After a few rings, the boy picked up, giving a quiet, β€œUh, hello?”

β€œGood morning to you too, lover boy. Glad to hear you’re at least somewhat up. Ready for tonight?” Amber asked with a soft purr-like noise of amusement.