I wonder if strong creatives can inherite the gift to their children? Like is it a certain gene that makes someone a strong creative? Or does it just happen at random?
Imagine how it would be for Millie to discover her own inscape with the help of an object and to show it to her dad. And for Charlies face to instantly drop into an expression of oh shit!
"You finally got one to marry ya, huh?" Vic spat bitterly, the fire stoker brandished as her weapon, and it glowed almost as red hot as her anger.
Charlie's smile was disgustingly evil, his stare piercing, tilting his silken ebony coif, as he studied her red face, particularly her bleeding right eye. His voice was pure sin.
"Jealous....... are we?"
Vic's laugh was cruel and she thrust the stoker at him, forcing him to take a methodical step back.
"NEVER, NOT EVER, you freakin' PERV!!!!"
"Victoria......." Charlie reprimanded, sing song, and he clicked his tongue disapproving. "Nice girls don't use that AWFUL language, My Dear, although it is very telling......... Did you ever hear the one about protesting too much?"
"You're SICK!" She hissed at him, spitting on the ground, and he moved closer to her, feeling The Wraith's wheels roll smoothly over the frozen ground outside.
"Am I.......? It's only natural, Victoria, to feel a strange sort of envy, after you've been my obsession for so long, and now another woman's stolen her way into my heart........ and my bed."
"Christ almighty, Manx!!!! Ever hear the one about oversharing!? Vic slashed the poker in his direction, the sparks crackling from the heated metal, as she backed away, thoroughly nauseous, searching the vast barn for her bike, and ticket away from this creeper madman.
He looked through her then, black eyes boring into her soul, an eyebrow raised, his hand slightly atremble with his hatred, and odd visions of shutting Vic McQueen up floated curiously through his mind. Love and Hate were both passions, and he had a girl for each of them.
"It pains you....... to think of my physical relations with another woman. Don't lie to me, Vic."
"Yeah....." She sneered, choking on the words out of scathing disdain. "It sure "pains," me to think of any woman with half a brain, thirsting for your CRAZY, twisted, sleazy as hell ass!!!! She'd have to be a demoralized kind of desperate to let you touch her with those hideous yellow claws!!!!"
Charlie scoffed, his fine brow furrowing, looking down at his long fingernails, curling them over his palm, finding them, of course, perfect, shiny and pristine, his wife's joy. He looked up just in time, to grab the brunt of the metal poker, right as Vic McQueen had swung it full force at him, using the distraction, and she cried out as he held it, and her in place.
"Clever girl. Jealousy is most unbecoming, but oddly enough it favours you......" Charlie held fast to the poker, his gloved thumb reaching for the stream of blood dripping from her eye.
"I ain't- I ain't jealous of your cracked wife, she doesn't love you, and it won't be long before you dump her into some asylum, just like you did Jolene. Hell, if she's doing you, she's gotta be halfway there already. How long, Charlie, huh!? How long until she does somethin' you don't like and you drive her mad, torment her, her whole life!? HOW LONG!?" Vic screamed, and Charlie's hand stilled.
"Is that why you followed her here, Vic McQueen, to misbehave and make sure she does something I don't like?"
"If that's what it takes to rip your effing heart out, yeah, I'll get her to betray you, Manx, or I'll kill her if I have to!!!!!"
"Kill her, really......? That's interesting. You want that badly to take her place?"
Vic shuddered, crying out in protest, as Charlie Manx stepped closer, slowly wiping the blood, trickling down her eye, with his thumb, and they struggled for control of the poker.
"I would never....... ever betray or dishonour my bride," Manx whispered, as Vic struggled against him, his voice all mischief, her blood trailing down his thumb, to his palm. "However, a man must be allowed certain........ indiscretions." Vic fought him, swearing, as he seized her cheek with his sharp nails, and they bit into her skin, while he tried harder to tear the poker out of her hands.
"Like effing HELL, I'd kill myself before I ever-"
"What? And deny me my greatest pleasure in killing you myself? My, my, now who's the heartless one?"
"Still you, you rank bastard!!!!"
"Relax." He ordered her, and Vic only fought him harder, her fist assailing his chest, as he overpowered her, yanking the back of her wild, crimped hair to keep her upright. "I wouldn't profane myself by forcing anything between us, Victoria, nor could I ever break my sweet wife's heart in that way. But I know you've thought about me, dreamt about me, and the only way to break both of us of our curiosities, sever that tension, is to indulge it....... Vic's eyes widened with horrified revelation and revulsion, but Charlie wouldn't let her turn her head, leaning in to kiss her with a whisper.
"I won't tell....... if you won't........"
Charlie closed his eyes, and his scream was inhuman as the flesh of his cheek met with the searing heat of the end of the poker.
"KISS THIS, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!!"
Vic tore to the barn door, throwing it open, as Charlie writhed on the hay strewn floor, moaning in anguish, clutching his burned face. The Wraith was already waiting, and it revved furiously, lurching at her. Vic raised the poker again and Charlie yelled out, feeling the strike, as she came down on the hood HARD, leaving a huge, slanted dent.
"DAMN IT, STOP HER!!!!!"
Charlie snarled, struggling to stand, the diagonal bruise forming across his clavicle, his cheek blistering, the pain insufferable, staggering to the door, as he watched The Wraith scream after her with a vengeance.
His glare was death itself as he watched the chase, his bottom lip furled, and he slowly turned to the black tarp in the corner, ripping it off, to reveal one cherry red meddlesome motorcycle.
So i finished the NOS4A2 book now. The children on the phone said Wayne could think CL back and all its rides. Does that mean he is a strong creative as well? Did he inherit it from Vic or does he have the tendency and it was activated by the shock from his kidnapping like a trauma like it happened for Vic and Charlie? Questions upon questions...
