“Self-righteous, bigoted,
mother-fucking ass,” Nicky growled as he met Declan outside the bar. His
normally casually combed dark hair was spiked now with pink tips. Makeup lined
his eyes. Diamond studs, fake but apparently real, decorated his ears. With the
clothes he had on he looked like a redneck’s vision of a gay male.
“And that’s exactly what we
were looking for,” Declan replied as they started down the street. He took a
quick glance behind them. “He’s watching you, with two of his buddies, my cue
to leave.” He kissed Nicky quickly before saying just loudly enough to be heard
by the man in the doorway of the bar, “I’ll meet you at our place, sweet
thing.”
“Sweet thing?” Nicky
muttered. “Okay babe. And hurry.” He watched Declan cross the street to one of
the cars along the curb then continued up the street to the dark parking lot
next to a row of closed shops.
When he got to his car a
voice called out from a few yards away. “Hey, faggot, where you think you’re
going?”
Nicky swung around, pressing
back against the car as he eyed the man and his two companions who were a few
feet behind him. “What do you want?” he asked, putting fear he didn’t feel into
his voice.
“To teach you the facts of
life. You’re kind aren’t welcome in decent bars, queer boy.”
The three men moved closer,
so intent on him they were unaware of Declan who moved up silently behind them.
Nicky wasn’t though. He watched as Declan grabbed the bat one of the men was
carrying. The man’s shout of surprise came too late. Declan swung it hard,
catching the man across the back of his head. Another swing and the second man
hit the ground as well, both of them unconscious.
Their target was within arms
length of Nicky by then, grabbing for his wrist. Nicky let him get hold of it
then brought his other hand around, pressing to taser he held to the man’s
chest. The man’s body jerked uncontrollably, Declan stepped forward quickly to
open the back door of the car, and Nicky shoved their victim inside.
“Good work all around,”
Declan commented, looking at the downed men. “Bet they think twice before
trying to assault someone.” He slid into the driver’s seat, waited until Nicky
had gotten in as well, and they drove out of the lot.
* * * *
“It’s different with men,”
Nicky said several hours later, a feral grin on his face. “They last longer,
and the screams are different.”
“Noticed that,” Declan
agreed as he picked up the tools which were now bathed in blood and gore.
Nicky looked down at the
dead face of the man. “Sort of reminds me of a pig hung upside down for
slaughter to let the blood run out.” He gave the body a push, jumping out of
the way when it swung back toward him.
“Well he was a pig, so that
fits. Let’s get cleaned up and head home. I’m in the mood for some real sweet
loving in our own bed.” He chuckled when Nicky gave him a high-five on their
way out of the shaft.
As they walked down to the
stream Nicky asked with concern “Did this help?”
“Yeah, it did. I don’t feel
so tense now. Like you said, it’s different but it’s still killing someone who
deserves it.”
“Aren’t we a moral pair?”
Nicky laughed. “Killers with a cause.”
Declan nodded with
amusement. “Guess we are. Maybe someday we’ll be the subject of a movie of the
week.”
“Hopefully not until we’re
dead and gone ourselves,” Nicky replied seriously, “of natural causes.”
“Trust me, my sweet boy,
that’s exactly how it will end, us sharing a room in a nursing home, colorful
old codgers telling stories no one will believe about our exploits.”
Nicky grinned broadly. “Now
that’s an idea I can live with.”
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