My Boyfriend is a Monster (19 page)

“To shit in my back yard . . . and inhale whilst he gives me his middle finger from across the water,” he said smiling with contempt. “I wouldn’t put it past the little fucker,” he said returning to the map. Taking a sip he let his eyes float towards the land of the rising sun. “I also thought he would have gone to Japan.”

“Most of our analysts agreed. He would have been protected by the Order,” she reminded him then pointed to the map. “A clear path across the Pacific and he could of entered anywhere, from northern Canada to southern Mexico without being detected,” she said referring to Nathan being able to come and go as he pleases throughout the countries of Asia.

Grunting as his eyes followed the coast of Japan knowing it would have been the hardest place to flush Nathan out of. But knowing the extent of Nathan’s arrogance, a trait Marcus has grown to utterly despise, he knew that meant Nathan wasn’t afraid of him. That’s why he didn’t run for cover under the bosom of the Order and for that he was grateful. “Wouldn’t that of been my luck, protected by the Order and that slant eyed bastard.”

“Miyamoto Musashi personally?” she asked impressed.

{Miyamoto Musashi was the leader of the Order, an organization to teach Monster’s how to control their powers and urges while also policing others. He is
also the author of the Hyōhō Niten Ichi-ryū, loosely based on his other book, Libri Quinque Annulos or the Book of Five Rings. Two sacred books that have two translations, one for humans and a second that is regarded as a Chakan Rūru (book of history and rules). He has gone by many names throughout history but since 1605 he has stuck with Miyamoto Musashi. To historians Miyamoto was one of the most famous and honored Samurai and philosophers to ever live. The details of Miyamoto Musashi's early life are difficult to verify since he lived for more than eight hundred years before Miyamoto’s apparent birth in 1584. Details before that date and the name he went by have been the subject of debate and speculation to this day.}

Thinking about the name and the man representing it made him frown. “Oh yeah . . . Jap son of a bitch took him under his guidance as a favor to the boy’s Mother, preaching his inner peace and mercy bull shit.”

“You make him out to be the hypocrite.”

Taking another sip he nodded while peering into the continent on the large map. Transporting his gaze past the colorful countries and three dimensional terrains he traveled back to battles of times long gone. The clanging of a hundred thousand swords echoed to the heavens as cries of rage and sorrow followed. Seeing it all clearly he smiled. “Stood across the battlefield from that cunt-eyed slope many times, saw him rip men limb from limb without once reciting love and understanding of his fellow Man, or Monster for that matter.”

“War does change one,” she said, her voice sounding far away.

Because Marcus
was somewhere else. “And where was he when his kind gave subservient bow and spread their fucking ass cheeks for the Nazi’s?” Returning to the present he smiled maliciously. “Hitler preached a lot of things. Inner peace and mercy was not one of them . . . less my fucking German was off and I misunderstood the war altogether,” he smirked. His memories turned to air raids and tanks scouring over scorched ground. Seeing oceans littered with steel and hearing the thunderous chorus of cannons firing he turned to her again. He looked at her as if she was there with him. “If I was a betting man, not only would I wager that Miyamoto gave the order,” he paused. Then he pretended he was mounting something. “But he sat upon the first bomb to hit Pearl Harbor, riding it from the heavens like a fucked up Dr. Jap Love,” he said laughing. Carmon could not help but join him. Now almost wishing he had run to the Order so it, Nathaniel and Miyamoto could all been taken care of in one fell swoop. Even with a recent truce, Marcus’s own corporation has been at war with The Order for almost a century now.

Letting his hatred and excitement subside he calmly took a breath knowing Nathan went home to his even more dangerous family.

Leaving the Great Room with his tea he walked down a long hallway with only one exit at the very end. Old paintings flanked them as Marcus eventually stopped at one in particular. It was a picture of himself with Nathan’s father, Julius. Ridding side by side atop a pair of beautiful steeds it seemed even the trees stood attention on either side and a long brick road behind them housed an endless line of soldiers marching to their command. Their armor almost shined as their long red capes insinuated a breeze was with them. Their faces hard and determined knowing whatever they were marching towards, victory was guaranteed. Giving a small pause Marcus smiled at a simpler time then continued down the hall.

“Send the German to Scotland and Mr. Tuttle to the Alps. Tyr
e will be at one or the other, he won’t be hard to find.”

“With what message?” she asked.

“With request of an audience,” he said simply.

“Will he come?”

“No. But when teased with our interest and the Orders, coupled with the possibility of an all-out confrontation with the Caesars. . .” He paused. Turning back towards the door obviously forgetting something he began to head back. “I hope curiosity gets the better of him.”

“I’ll get started . . . and your answer for the Caesar’s invitation?”

“Remind me of that again,” he said stopping again.

“Julius has sent his own request for an audience here or there. I’m guessing
another attempt to sway you from trying to kill his son, I tacked a post-it, emailed and text you,” she said waiting. “How did he put it? Right, he wants to know if he should prepare to receive company.”

“Taking me for a fucking Optimist is he?” he asked amused. “As if I am to appear, skipping down his drive way with open fucking arms
, ready to share stories of catch up. While that psychotic wife of his lay in wait to sick her mongrel children on me,” he said with a laugh heading back down the hall. “Contact the Raven and that Lunatic fiancé of his. They should be in that general area and set up a meeting place. . . I believe their partial to St. Louis,” he said then turned back. “And only fucking them,” Marcus said making his instructions clear.

“I’ll contact them directly,” she decided and pressed on the other subject. “And what are you going to do about the Caesar’s invitation slash request?”

“Announcing your plans out loud is a sure way to hear the gods laugh my dear,” he said heading back the way he came. “Send Merrick State side,” he said throwing the rest of his tea out of an open window as he passed it. “Get him the fuck out of Asia and away from the Order. Send him State side where he will be useful.”

Taking her phone and entering the numbers she headed in the opposite directio
n then called out. “Any message for the Order or Miyamoto?”

Walking through the door way just before it shut behind him he yelled back. “Yeah . . . get fucked.”

CHAPTER 8

ONE: Even a Monster’s Heart Can Flutter

W
alking down the street towards the coffee shop Nathan had no bounce or beat to his walk. He felt awkward.

Playing the scenario over and over in his head like a director before opening night, was actually defeating him. Even with the advantage of his imagination it was coming out all wrong. Each time he asked
her in his mind she would say “No”, so he would try a different approach, another order of words and even changing up the scenario. But every time he just could not see her saying “Yes”. Even his imagination struck him down with reality instead of at least teasing a bit of fantasy.

He was doomed and he could feel it, unless she said yes, but it had to be perfect. “It’s got to be perfect,” he demanded as a couple holding hands walked past.

“Ok buddy,” the male replied stepping in front of his girlfriend as if to protect her.

Offering an embarrassing smile as they passed he even let the man’s comment
under his breath of kicking his ass go. And then letting the chuckles they had about his shirt go. But now he was second guessing his wardrobe as well as his approach. Feeling a bit hurt he wanted to assure them that he had indeed bought the clothing from a reputable clothing store and was not given the garb when released from the institution.

“What are you looking at freak?” the man yelled from up the street.

Not realizing he had been staring at them the whole time he offered them a wave. “Sorry,” he returned a little embarrassed and started walking towards Sips again.       

     “That’s what I thought you fucking pussy.”

     Turning around he noticed people were starting to pay attention to the situation transpiring, especially the ones with children. He did not mind the tough guy act or the joke about his shirt being issued by the state, but finding that the man would not let it go told him that he was in fact a jerk who did not know when to shut up. Thoughts of nervousness concurred with sweaty palms as the tips of his claws peeked out from under his finger nails. Giving way to new thoughts of ripping the man’s arms from his torso and waving them in front of his girlfriend were starting to ease his mind, but feed his rage. Wanting to control his emotions before he got too worked up he started to control his breathing. Thinking it was the fact he was on his way to ask Lily out on a date that got his emotions running high and not this jerk, actually started to calm him down.

     “Go back to the asylum asshole,” the man said being pulled away by his lady friend in the distance.

     Acting tough for the sake of showing off was one thing but now he was pushing too far. Nathan felt his fangs squeezing through his gummy flesh. His eyes started to glow a bright blue while his brows pointed inward. Stepping forward he could feel his feet start to cram from the constriction of his shoes. Parting his shoulders the bones under his flesh start to unfold making him look slightly distorted.

Not noticing the Monster approaching they continued to giggle and hug, unaware of the horror honing in.

Grabbing him by the shoulder and letting his claws sink into his flesh he created a geyser of blood instantly.  Pushing him downward the man gave in willingly and dropped to his knees screaming, while the women backed up in shock and surprise. Looking up she saw a Monster which did not help clarify what was going on but knew it warranted a tried and true high pitched scream, which she nailed perfectly. Causing the man to forget the pain in his shoulder for a moment he turned to see what she was screaming for. Following her eyes he turned back around and up to see a Monster with fangs and glowing teeth staring back at him.

“What the fuck!” he screamed not accustomed to
seeing Monsters, let alone one attacking him.

    Nathan pulled out his claws creating an Old Faithfull effect. Grabbing him by the throat he lifted him as far up as he could and let him hang from his hand, kicking and fighting to breath. Suddenly he brought him hurling downward and slammed him into the sidewalk. Blood leapt from his mouth and a load groan followed. Having a moment the man watched as the haze lift from his eyes. Unfortunately his focus was only that of a Monster lording over him.

Nathan could smell the fear flowing through every inch of the tough guy’s body and smiled in delight. Taking the man’s hand and gripping i
t so tight he could hear the little bones inside crunch as he placed his foot on his chest. Giving the arm two quick jerks he growled as he separated the man’s arm from his shoulder on the third jerk.

Giving no concern for her own safety the girlfriend turned into a hysterical screaming witness
. Nathan turned towards her grimacing at the sound escaping her mouth, holding the arm that dangled lifeless while fleshy taffy pieces and veins dripped and painted the concrete. Looking to his left where his arm once was connected, then to the Monster holding it, he tried to scream, he wanted to scream, but the shock just caused him to look up in disbelief.

Grabb
ing him by the neck Nathan stood the man on his feet. He took the severed arm, flipped it in his hand so he held it by the elbow area so the actual hand was farthest away and started to slap him repeatedly in the face with it. “Never! Never! Never! Disrespect me.”

     Quickly pu
tting his hand over his mouth Nathan shut his eyes as quickly as he could. Opening them he examined the area immediately around him and let out a long exhausting “Phew” of relief. Getting angry and blacking out the present while slipping into his imagination was scary sometimes. Starting to glance to his right he could already smell the couples scent without a heavy lingering of blood but wanted visual confirmation for two reasons. One, that the tough guy still drew breath and two, he had two working arms. Seeing they had lost interest in him a lifetime ago and were now further up the street, with fully functional limbs made him giggle a little more. The anxiety of this task of asking Lily out was obviously weighing heavily on him. It was time to take a leap of faith. Deciding if he left out the psychopathic tendencies she would surely say “Yes”. Putting on his sun-glasses and turning around he almost walked directly into a parking meter. Spinning to miss it he turned right into a baby carriage. Sacrificing his cool like demeanor he tripped awkwardly into the grass until he caught his balance and stood still for a moment, for everybody’s safety. Giving the lady pushing the baby stroller an apologetic wave Nathan slowly walked away. “Oh yes,” he wondered aloud turning back towards the coffee shop. “How could she say no?” He started to laugh his little dark, very dark humor laugh. “If she says no, I’ll just rip her arms off and beat her with them,” he snorted as another couple passing by looked at him funny. “Hello,” he said normally then cringed as they left his view.