#pre-asylum

[arty-e]

A feral Mercury

[zeck143]

For @murder-and-martinis Hope you enjoy your pre-asylum Rick! It was honestly very fun to do.

His outfit is referring to this post

[theycallmemrgluskin]

“They call it Murder Darling. Now hold still while I put a smile on that face”

[zeck143]

[angelv0ids]

Looks like one of his victims slapped him, probably wasn’t the wisest idea. Now he’s going to be a giant penis about it and complain the whole time.

[eddiespsychiatrist]

“We were friends. Now we are psychiatrist and patient. I don’t want to know how it will be in the future...”

But the future is changeable.

[irritableteadrinkersarchive]

rough touch

20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

   If he hadn’t have been so observant over the young lady, Simon may have never noticed them…

   Standing outside, Simon was having a quick cigarette break when he noticed Mrs Sinclaire. Standing by the flowers. As if waiting for someone. Maybe her husband no doubt? It was hard to see at first, but after a few moments there was no mistaking it. Flicking his cigarette butt to the ground and stomping it out quickly, Simon practically marched over to the young lady; hand snapping out to grasp her wrist.

   Which of course startled Nico. A normal reaction when someone randomly grabs you out of the blue. Simon moved her arm, exposing the bruises that were hidden by her clothing just moments ago. Granted, she could have just been clumsy and hurt herself, but still, Simon’s over protectiveness always assumed the worse.

   “Are you ok, Mrs Sinclaire?” He asked; his usually tired gaze now fully alert as he looked to her. “Did someone do this to you?”

   Stick your nose into business that did not concern you. Good job, Simon.

[irritableteadrinkersarchive]

✖ - a repressed memory

Blood.

It’s everywhere. The floor. The walls. Maria’s tools…

The room is drenched in it.

He can’t believe it. Still wont believe it. But the proof is hanging right before his eyes. Like meat in a butcher’s shop window. No… no he can’t think like that. He didn’t even want to look. But he can’t move. Can’t look away. Tied to this very spot, forced to stare at what was left of his family.

Their cries still rang in his ears. His little girl… Maria… she tried to be brave. She tried to tell Simon it would be ok. Even as…

Tears were streaming down his bloodied face. Simon didn’t even register the immense physical pain he was in. His mind was too busy burning this image into his memory. It’s what the killer wanted. For Simon to live with this image in his mind. It was his punishment.

For being happy.

“I see you’re awake.”

His whole body flinched just at the voice. Simon was trembling in fear, trying to locate the source of the voice. “To be honest, I thought you would have died by now. Especially after everything you’ve been through. It’s good, it’s good. Can’t have you dying too soon. What’s the fun in that?”

Simon tried to tug free; causing the barbed wire being used to hold him in place to cut into his flesh deeper. He wanted to get away. He didn’t want to be near this man. 

Standing behind Simon, hands grasped at his cheeks. Softly. Delicately. Almost in a comforting way as the stranger hushed him. “Now now. You shouldn’t let them see you crying like this. That pretty wife of yours did tell you to be strong, right? Oh… you shoudl know. Some guy called Mathew rang. Left a message on your phone.”

Simon froze at this. Mathew? 

“Mmm, said he was going to come by tomorrow. Considering you’ve been ignoring him for several days. Nice of him to give me warning, so I’m going to have to cut my time here short. So… lets make sure to make this night one to really remember… Can’t have you ever forgetting me…”

He could almost feel the man behind him grinning as fingers trailed up his cheek. Only to sink into his empty eye socket to draw an anguished cry from Simon. “There is so much more I want you to experience..”