Destruction by Seduction

Disclaimer- I own this story totally in all it's fabulous glory ya'll. It's a sequel to a story I previously wrote two years ago so enjoy. I'll say more later. Danny




Ch. Ashes to Ashes.

His long white fingers felt warm and sticky beneath the layer of latex gloves that reached his elbows clutching his forearms he fidgeted momentarily at the stubborn corpse beneath him. The enterotomes just didn’t seem to want to cooperate they were used for opening the intestines of the recently deceased and at the moment Twitch couldn’t seem to value the difference between this body having life or being stiff as a dead cat on a Sunday afternoon. Speaking of which the corpse whose name had once been Mitchell Kerry was indeed anything but recently deceased. In truth he’d been dead for a total of four days and nine hours so he was no longer stiff from rigor mortis, he was actually very squishy and rather gooey. He wished the police would do their jobs once in a while so he didn’t have to deal with Mr. Kerry’s gooeyness but it was unavoidable and this was very much apparent to Twitch as he tore the lining of the man’s stomachs pausing only a moment to scribble down coroner notes “Well, well Mr. Kerry looks like you swallowed one to many pain killers.” Of course he got no reply he didn’t expect to but somehow he wouldn’t be surprised if the man suddenly sat up and asked what the heck he was doing with his vital organs which lay upon a metal table which drained into a series of sinks that drained into the sewers at some point in time. Several hours passed by and it found Twitch locking up his office he paused to study a photo on the wall of people from years ago people who were long since departed like his clients in the refrigerators in the back of the building. Times had changed more then he would like to have admitted but that was how life worked. He couldn’t and wouldn’t complain about certain aspects in his life for example his daughter, Guinevere she was seventeen now going on eighteen he wouldn’t trade having her for the world. Sometimes Twitch could hardly believe they left behind everything they’d known to start a new life he was thirty seven years old and he felt no different now then he did then save for the fact he was still unmarried as he’d always been. His Gwen had told him herself she didn’t need nor want a mother her own biological one was insane enough as it was she didn’t see the point in having a mother because Twitch was enough for her. She told him once that she only wanted to love those close to her those she could touch with her ten fingers and toe’s nothing more and nothing less. It was as simple as that. Jolene meant nothing to Guinevere and he couldn’t blame her one bit.

The pavement was strangely enough only slightly warmed by the time it was late afternoon and Gwen was finished with her extra courses she took down at the jr. college. Cell phone in hand she hummed a song softly to herself ignoring the traffic across the way and waiting impatiently for her father to pick up the phone at the house, she hoped her uncle wasn’t bouncing around looking at himself in her aunts shoe’s again he was such a weirdo sometimes. Ian never answered the phone and when he did he always said the dumbest things that came to mind and often talked back to you out of the blue just because he could she didn’t understand in the least how her Aunt Naomi put up with his bull. She sure as hell couldn’t see herself marrying anyone like Ian or Navarro for that matter she said to herself scrunching up her nose and making an agitated “Ugh” shoving her phone within the confines of her blue jeans back pocket she trucked her way over towards the bus and hopped onto the first one that came around. Riding four more blocks then needed she ended up at the morgue a little towards dinnertime looking for her father. Who of course was not even there his office was locked up, however a door to the back autopsy room was unlocked and held wide open by a pair of short ankle high combats. These only meant one thing, rolling her eyes and dropping her backpack she walked slowly into the room it smelled bloody awful and she couldn’t comprehend why her father liked working here. This was one of the reasons she had no friends will not the complete and total reason. It was more so or less the second reason behind her loner status. No one wanted to be friends with someone whose father worked with dead people for a living. And second but not least of all she was to shy to walk up to anything and ask to be their friend. Navarro on the other hand was a freaking chatterbox! Always going up to people and saying “Hello” asking the most absurd questions. Then there were his clothes, she took a moment to study her own as she entered the room it was rather chilly inside but that was because of the freezers in the back room. Her own were not that bad or so she thought a stressed out snoopy shirt and a pair of girls skater shoe’s with her blue jeans looked nice enough for Gwen to rule out that there was no possible way Navarro’s were better if he wasn’t wearing enough clothing he was wearing to much makeup and to school even! What was this boy thinking was he asking to get ridiculed? People attempted every single day to make his life a living nightmare because of his style, his taste in everything down to his socks. And yet he kept doing it. When the teachers gave him snobby looks he only held his head that much higher, daring defiance slammed into a set of black boots that’s what he was verbal assault in the form of tight fitting shirts and baggy pants. Why go through all the mental pain just to look like that? She didn’t understand him even though they’d grown up together and she’d had the opportunity to act as big sister she’d somehow found it in her the knowledge that she thought it was to much trouble looking after someone like Navarro. There didn’t seem to be anyone around and for that matter she wanted to get the hell out of there the place gave her the creeps. She swiftly turned on her right heel and stepped lightly towards the door once more but she noticed a change as she turned. When she had first walked in a jar of medical gloves on the counter had met her with silent words. But now there was only a steel table with nothing on it but the plastic wrap that reached half way up the walls on some area’s of the place. Now she knew jars just don’t grow legs and walk away it was logically impossible and she was going to prove it if not to someone then to herself. Clearing her throat she proceeding to tell whoever was here that they’d better come out or she’d call the police. Now it wasn’t until she was finished saying it that she realized it was a rather pathetic attempt at being the authority. And whoever was in the room thought so as well because the room suddenly filled with hysterical laughter. Biting on her tongue she wished she would have just turned around instead of making a fool of herself to whomever was here but as they stopped laughing and hit something in there delirious giggling spree pausing a moment to curse loudly and conk their head on a steel table on the way to a standing position. It was Navarro, who else would be snooping around in her father’s office when he was supposed to be home eating dinner. Of course she wasn’t one to talk she’d wasted an afternoon on a bus when she could have gone home and taken a shower maybe watched some T.V. But Oh no she had to come here and waste her time becoming this fat heads entertainment. Putting her slender fingers on her hips trying to appear angry when she knew she only looked tired and annoyed, Navarro stood up rubbing the crown of his head and grinning like an idiot. However the grin of an idiot soon turned into that of an extremely fat cat who’s just found the Cosco size shipment of kitty nip. Rolling her eye’s Gwen stared him down but he only stared back as if frozen in place she tilted her head and he merely stood there frozen somewhat rolling his eyes every which way. Every now and then he let out a shrill snorting giggle, he sounded like a girl. It took only a few moments to realize just what he was doing and if anyone had been in their house for long they knew not to even bother with the two idiots playing Invisible-Man the game was quite simple one of the to fruit cakes would suddenly stop in place and claim to the very end they were invisible and you couldn’t see them. Wherever they invented this game it should have been left there because she’d had to deal with it’s irrational doings for her whole life and they weren’t amusing. Stepping about four feet away from him she glared “Navarro you crack monkey it isn’t funny when your dad does it while were trying to get to the bathroom or going to school and it’s not funny when you do it either! So stop it. God can’t you act normal!” He suddenly came out of his game and shoved her forcefully into one of the cabinets she hadn’t been expecting it and he knew as far as Navarro was concerned she had the reflexes of a box of peanuts. Holding her in place with one arm and setting the jar of gloves down with the other on top of the cabinets above her head they were both around the same height but he was winning by an inch and his mother had mentioned if he was anything like his father he’d still grow a few more inches. She attempted to shove him back but he merely shoved her in return only harder and kept silent until she seemed ready to listen to his mumbo jumbo lingo. Fixing his hair in the reflection of the mirror beside her head he turned his attention towards her once more “Gweny Gwen what do you think your doing?” she gritted her teeth “What am I doing? I think you should be asking yourself that you little cretin.” Scoffing he licked his lips mentally noting he needed lip gloss or something to that affect they were getting heavily chapped “You know what Gwen I don’t much care for your little name games they get cruel and I hear enough of your loving language at school so I don’t need it when I come home.” She smiled slightly now “You a real genius aren’t you Navarro? You wouldn’t have such a bleeding problem every day of your known educated life if you wiped off all that damn make up which is not for boys I might add unless your in the circus of course I guess that makes it okay.” He went to hit her this time they used to beat one another up in middle school before they really registered their styles to world they wore little kid’s Vans brand shoe’s and Oshkosh clothing. His walls were normally very strong but they crumbled slightly when Gwen decided to cheat in the verbal war and cut him to the quick. He decided if she was going to play dirty he’d play rotten. Looking her over he paused to shift his weight to his other hip “You know Gwen at least I wear makeup and dress sexy unlike yourself you look like your going to Pluto in that shirt, stressed clothing is out honey it was out years ago before we were even born .” In the next ten seconds Navarro found himself flat on his butt on the floor eating skin. He screamed as loud as he could out of habit as a child of warding off bigger kids, only Gwen was actually getting smaller but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t use her nails when she fought him. He held onto his face and crawled under the table picking up a dropped medical tool in one clenched fist gripping it until his knuckled appeared white the bone leering up through the pink flesh. When she went to jab at his exposed ankle he lurched out and purposely caught the tip of her shoe with the giant bone cutting scissors he wouldn’t’ honestly hurt her like that but it was all he could reach and she was sending him into a panic. She was the one who screamed now and fell backwards knocking over a tray of stitching wire and capped needles. It’s tray clattered to the floor and she bunched up her knee’s hiccupping a cry and watching him squirm out from underneath the medical table his hair messed up and his make up smeared half across his face he only wore his white cover up today a little bit of black shadow but nothing more other wise it was a natural look. He threw the scissors across the room and they skittered across the floor and stopped once a chair got in it’s way blocking its rule of power. He wiped his hands on his dark green pants they were huge on his body and clung tightly to his hips his matching tank top that wasn’t exactly tight on him was splattered with dust from the floor. He looked at her with his hazel eye’s and she only blinked at him watching him head for the door he’d had enough of her crap for today, he only wanted to go home and have dinner hover over his mother and hear her coo over him tell him he looked pretty or something. He needed to relax so maybe a bath would hit the spot. He really wasn’t sure he just wanted to get away from Gwen she was too much for him sometimes. She swallowed hard and before she could stop herself she stuttered a few words to him but they only came out as blubbering whimpers he stopped in place however looking back at her expectantly because he was expecting a good response something to change his mind but he only got her logical bull “Where do you think your going Navarro you know I’m going to tell your dad.” He sighed heavily and put his shoes back on allowing the door to shut on it’s own before he was ready to leave “You know what I don’t much care what you think Gweny so get over yourself and pick your self off the freaking floor because I’m not going to do it for you. And where I go is none of your business you don’t even like my dad for that matter.” She rubbed the tip of her nose “That’s not true Navarro!” He licked the back of his front teeth debating on what to call her next but he decided he’d better go he didn’t need this nor did he want it very much either. She was walking towards him now very slowly and he fully ignored her movements heading towards the door himself “You know Gwen I just might run away and join the circus that would make you damn happy wouldn’t it.” He stalled in motion for only a fraction of a second to stare at her hurt expression it was about time someone besides himself got to be the butt of the joke. He ran a hand through his hair and studied his chipped nail polish of glittery red. It was getting dark out but in Las Vegas it was never truly nighttime there were far to many lights casting shadows of doubt on those who didn’t want them. The shadows curled around your body and held you tight they gave you hope and at time made you feel weak and helpless it all depended on whether the city wanted to slam you down or help you up. Today Navarro wasn’t sure it was too much of an even mixture and in truth he just wanted to close off his mind to the world and watch it from afar. It didn’t seem like this was going to happen any time soon so he hopped on the first bus he saw and made it home just in time to find his mother had saved him a piece of dessert. He couldn’t help but smile. He hated dessert. When Gwen finally did return home he didn’t give her a second glance and he waited patiently for her to start ratting him out to his father the last thing he needed was to upset him. Ian had been tired this week despite himself and it was starting to show. Navarro knew the reasons why he’d been to busy trying to make up to his mother a mistake he made a long time ago it had to do with a job he once had but he didn’t know exactly what that job had been neither of his parents talked about their jobs very much he only knew that his mother had worked an unusual job but she was the “Pretty Woman” version so it was all good, plus she didn’t work like that anymore she was a secretary for his Uncle Twitch. She loved working at the Morgue it gave her something to do plus she could answer the phone all the time and ask who died. He was glad his mother was happy he liked it when she smiled. However his father had been busy the past couple nights teaching him how to use a long stick as a weapon he had no freaking clue whatsoever what his father was trying to gain by teaching him to fight with a stupid stick. He was wasting his time and it was taking out too much on him, his mother could tell and they were fighting about it late at night now. He hated their yelling and he hated it even more when his father would wake up in the night crying about god knows what and go sit on the roof. His family wasn’t normal and they sure as heck weren’t average. His whole life he watched his family grow around him his mother babied him every single chance she got and he wouldn’t give that up for anything. His uncle was always taking him to crazy places and doing the weirdest things. His father even bought him his first trench coat when he was twelve, he remember how special it had been to Ian to sit down and stitch on the letter “B” on the back in extravagant red thread. He was more puzzled by the fact his father wouldn’t explain the “B” any more then saying it was a family secret and it meant a lot to him that he wore the coat with pride because it gave him a sense of pride that the memory wasn’t forgotten at least not to their family. Ever since then on each night of his birthday his father gave him a new trench it was always a different one each year. The coat his father bestowed upon him on his 16th birthday was a twill trench coat featuring a mandarin collar with long sleeves and slit pockets. It was ankle length even when he wore his four-inch combat boots that reached his knees. Every year a new “B” was sewn onto it’s back side marking tradition of their family only he wasn’t allowed to know anything about it no one spoke of it as if it over the years before his birth it had become taboo to even mention it. His father was lucky enough as it was to get away with teaching him what he did. Not every boy’s father taught him how to carry anything useable as a weapon on his person. He’d even strangely enough shown him how to defend himself with a ballpoint pen he told him this when he did it as well “No one’s going to search you for a pen Nav. They look for a knife or a gun or something stupid like that. Something petty. But you only use the pen if you’re close to person nothing more then a foot away will work. No one expects to be stabbed in the neck with a pen.” He’d raised his eyebrow “But dad…why would I want to do that?” He’d looked down at his son from his perch on his four-poster bed he didn’t answer him right away he only stared off into space into some dark place where only he knew the way. Navarro had to nudge him gently in the forearm to bring back his attention “You’ll understand when your older…besides it’s handy if you ever get mugged at least if you know the signs if someone’s following you otherwise you’ll just get robbed blind.” He only nodded he didn’t know what else to do he did everything his father asked him to because it seemed to make him proud of him he didn’t care if Navarro failed a class or anything as long as it rarely happened and he was enjoying school that’s all that mattered. Navarro was always relieved with his fathers attitude when they had parent teacher conferences his father would only sit calmly while the teacher spoke keeping his full attention upon the persons face causing them to be nervous instead. Ian always understood him when he couldn’t do something fast enough or the right way. His mother was often keeping a close watch on them when his father and he had time just to themselves he could feel her out in the hallway outside his room listening carefully to their conversation she never came in but if she found something wrong his father was always the first to know once he left the room. He guessed in general she didn’t approve of the tradition his father had started from the time he could walk to present day.
The day ended without much event to it. He was thankful sleep came easily to him normally when it was a Sunday because you really never do anything on Sunday so by the time your through with it and waiting for Monday to rear it’s ugly head you just wanted to pass out and hopefully never wake up again. Though you always did you kept wishing the same thing day in and day out because no one likes Monday it’s the worst day of the week. Sauntering his way down the sidewalk he ignored Gwen trotting down the way behind him trying to keep up with his fast pace. She had given him a disgusted look this morning when he waltzed up to the breakfast table snagged a muffin gently from his mother and sat down proceeding to maul the muffin with a fork and then pick at it with his fingers his mother merely shook her head and muttered “As long as he eats it I don’t care what he does to it in the mean time.” He was dressed in his ankle high boots finishing it off with a gothic black suede man-skirt with industrial snap closure, five metal loops around the waistline and a slit running up to his hip on the left side. He wore rather tight red Dickie’s pants underneath the skirt. On top he was dripping in mesh the shirt was long sleeved and had thumbholes so it was snug against the bottom of his palm. His hair was getting curly again but he seemed to rather enjoy the Shirley Temple look. His hair reached his chin and his mother often told him he looked exactly like his father save for his features were more striking in a sense of old world class. In truth he looked older then he really was and he was strangely pleased for this gave him the upper hand sometimes when he needed to get things for his Uncle. Looking older was just better in general sometimes. When they reached the school he surveyed the oncoming students and who was in his way to his locker and as always the football moron’s seemed to be flocking like brain dead pigeons in front of his locker and only his. Geezers what was he going to be called today? Hopefully something other then Fairy or Loser those were getting to be their favorites of the week and he was really getting tired of the lack of variety in their vocabulary. But you couldn’t expect much from someone who banged their heads against a metal pole all day as a show of mucho manliness. He wasn’t afraid of them at all he just hated the fact they hated him for no real logical reason. It was pathetic that his clothing and choice of style alone set him apart from other people who weren’t smart enough to accept the strange and unusual they feared what they didn’t understand. He gently nudged one out of his way and continued to open his locker shoving what he needed for today’s annoying classes into his backpack, which was littered with writing in red sharpie marker, and white out. He realized quite quickly it had become very quiet behind him he tilted his head enough to see behind himself and noticed the pack of mindless brain dead pigeons were staring at him. He closed his locker with a soft mashing sound and decided maybe the tower of useless crap buried in there was finally tumbling down and attempting to escape into sunlight. They suddenly began to step towards him and his back soon reached the lockers scrunching up his face in obvious distaste for the people shoving into him. However it all stopped most suddenly when one got a little to close for his own comfort considering he had no problem with people pushing right up against him but when it came to the Jocks he was openly disgusted and couldn’t stand having his personal space invaded by someone who would rather see him get hit by an oncoming semi then do a single favor for him. His fingers were wrapped around his ball point pen the cap had long since fallen to the floor and it was still unnoticed the boy who was around the same age as Navarro most suddenly lurched forward but not in attack, he slumped over against the lockers with silent pain. Navarro had stabbed him square in the groin area he wasn’t sure what he hit probably the upper thigh but he had a good idea of what he just about wounded for the rest of that boys life. Plus the guy was really over reacting he doubted that he even made it through the first layer of skin it was only a quick stab. The others whom of which was paying attention backed away as they saw what he’d done. Navarro played with the pen rotating it over his knuckles like those guys do with coins in the movies. Eyeing them all cautiously he shifted his weight and thought carefully about what he could do to make them leave him alone until lunch. Holding his breath he counted to ten and gave a thankful sigh as one of the rich boys shoved them away from his morning dose of painful doom. He let his fingers rub the bridge of his nose making sure his make up was okay he paused and stared at who had saved him, the jocks were going to there classes now and didn’t seem to care about beating him up at all today. The rich boy however stayed in place a few feet away Navarro allowed himself to relax and lean fully against the metal behind him he was about to be dealt his playing cards “Navarro…how many times do I have to do this for you. I know for a fact you don’t especially enjoy it.” The rich boys lip seemed to curl downward when his expression changed towards the flow of words coming from his mouth. Navarro looked up at the lighting in the hallways noticing he really never looked up at the ceiling very often it was funny what you noticed about places your at every single day of your life. He made no attempt to fight with the rich boy he’d done it to many times already because he knew the boy quite well. Acelin had been the first one to ever truly hurt Navarro’s feelings. They’d been friends practically from birth since they started kindergarten together at the same school they had ridden the same bus. But once again Navarro’s style set him apart the differences grew and to the world they had become enemies although neither truly considered this it had all started when Nav’s father had given him the trench coat it was silly how a tradition set you apart from a best friend. Navarro was sure though that Acelin had known something he didn’t or at least had thought he did when they started noticing differences. Acelin’s family bought new cars every year, they went on family vacations to the beach and went mountain camping on spring break. Navarro’s family wasn’t much different they just never went on trips because of his uncles job and his fathers part time job helping him. The morgue was like a safe haven for his whole family everyone went there when the going got tough none of them knew why he guessed it was because something about death was comforting because it’s the end. You don’t have to worry any longer. They didn’t either for an hour or so the world could melt away and they wouldn’t care at all. Acelin watched him closely his strawberry blonde hair shimmered under the crappy school lighting and made him look strangely enough angelic. To society they were supposed to fear and hate one another but neither truly did. Once upon a time Acelin would have broken his back for Navarro they truly did go way back and deep down they both felt a lingering need to be together again to be that undefeatable duo. He shoved his hands along his hips feeling his jeans through the skirt “No I don’t enjoy it Ace but you have to understand your ruining societies little game your stepping out of your chosen role in life you should have let them beat me up here and now so I could go home and sleep the rest of the day because now their going to make me eat gravel with my teeth, their all kind of curious as to what happens when you cram a fist down my throat…How long would it take for one of them to choke me to death that’s today’s loving pop quiz.” Acelin rolled his eye’s in a fashion that told him “I’ve heard this all before.” Starting to walk down the hall he turned his head “Take care of yourself Navarro.” his tongue played with the back of his bottom teeth tasting calcium injected canines “Yeah you to Ace, see you in the next life.” Turning the opposite way he could see Gwen watching them from down the hall she shook her head gently and began opening her own locker. She knew their history only by fragmented memories of childhood she hadn’t been part of there team because back then three had still been a crowd. Navarro took a deep breathe today was going to royally suck rubbing his arms he wondered how many days of the week it would take for him to get suspended again for the millionth time this year. Deep down inside he didn’t care if he got sent to the moon as long as society wasn’t coming along he didn’t care if they sent him to Pluto.