Short Stories

Disappointing Your Mother

                The members of the Syndicate didn't always spend their time terrorizing the people of Purity. During the few hours they had free time, they could be found holed up in their warehouse The warehouse was massive, the entire building taking up an entire block. It was completely void of life, except the Syndicate, of course. It was rare to find any human beings stupid enough to wander into the territory, but the ones that did were usually homeless or drug addicts, sometimes a mixture of the two. They, of course, met their end at the hands of the more psychotic members of the Syndicate. Tonight was one of the few nights the members of the Syndicate actually had time off. As usual, they were crowded around the flat screen television on one of the upper floors. Not everyone was present tonight, and this was quite common, but the four members that were there, were surely enjoying themselves.

               Angel and November were sprawled out on the couch, game controllers in their hands, playing a violent video game.There was a long period of silence between the two as they were so focused on the game. The silence had continued for nearly an hour at this point, so when Angel suddenly spoke up, November was slightly startled.

              "Hey."

              " Hmm?" November hummed, his focus torn away from the game in his momentary panic.

             " Is masturbating while high called masterblazing?"

              November paused, first in confusion, then in thought. After a moment or two, he spoke up, " Nah, it's called weedwhacking."

             " Nice", Angel said with a nod of approval.

                Vance seemed to appear out of nowhere, his voice loud and booming as usual, making both Angel and November jump, " Guys no, it's called highjacking."

                Angel chuckled a bit, amused by the sudden comment. November nodded his head, chuckling too, "Good one."

               Karol walked over, clutching a glass of water in his pale hands. He stood next to the couch, gazing down at the men on the couch with an unamused scowl. They were all looking up at him with various degrees of curiosity apparent on their faces. Well, all except Vance, whose face was constantly covered by a helmet.

              "No", He said, " It's called disappointing your mother."