heaven bird

【34】A bouquet for Algernon

Oh, there's nothing worse than that, T-bag thought, guessing it's called extreme joy begets sorrow.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the dining table covered with a linen tablecloth. The color of the tablecloth looked older than last time, and there was still a vase on the table, but it was bare inside. Only a small amount of tap water was installed.

Everything looked perfectly normal.

Except for the still warm corpse of the middle-aged man lying in the living room.

T-bag looked at the panting boy sitting next to the corpse, he looked more mature than last time in his dream, he was taller, almost surpassing his father, but still thin Terrible.

The boy coughed violently a few times, and seemed to have recovered his breath. He stood up and casually tore off his neckline, put all the bloody weapons into a black plastic bag with annoyance, and then got up. Wanted to drag his father's body into another sack.

Old Bagwell's corpse was extremely heavy, and the smell of alcohol and blood mixed together, turning into a strange smell that made one's stomach sick. The young man watched as a long strip of mixed blood was drawn from the back of Old Bagwell's head on the ground. I don't know what blood was on the white object, so I couldn't help but rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

The boy was lying on the side of the sink, vomiting as if he was about to vomit out his internal organs, and finally he could only vomit some blue bile. T-bag put his hands in his pockets and looked at him coldly, without any intention of going up to help him .

Anyway, he knew that the boy could always stand up on his own, and no one had ever tried to help him, not even the kind neighbors who always looked at the boy with pity and whispers.

The boy blinked hard a few times, wiped his mouth indiscriminately, and then went back to the hall, continued to clean up the scene, and dragged the two sacks into the bathroom.

"...Teddy?" Audrey's figure in a long dress appeared on the stairs. She seemed to be frightened by the loud noise of the previous dispute between the two, and she didn't even think about going to the old Bagwell's set for her. Rules - never leave the small room in the attic on the second floor.

She stepped on the wooden stairs with her bare feet, dragging a long pink skirt, looking pure and innocent like Maria who had been lost in the world.

The boy stretched out his hand and closed the door of the toilet. Audrey didn't ask anything, but tilted her head and looked at him worriedly.

He walked up to the attic silently, and stretched out his arms to hug her, almost choking her arm with so much force.

But Audrey didn't have any resistance, and tolerantly embraced the boy who was much taller than herself, and asked in her gentle, girlish voice, "Teddy, are you okay?"

The young man buried his head deeply on the other's shoulder, and her light golden curly hair rubbed against the tip of his nose, which was a little itchy, making him almost want to cry, "Iamfine. Never... never been so good."

"Let's move out, get out of here, Audrey, no one will love you anymore, we are free."

Audrey just raised her white arm covered with purple-black bruises and wounds, and gently stroked the boy's hair, "Don't cry, Teddy."

.........

At that time, Bagwell, a teenager, really thought they had been redeemed.

T-bag sneered, watching the scenery in front of him like a slide show, they moved to another small town, they were really happy at first, he never got such a peaceful life, maybe no money He started to live on campus, but the kind-hearted janitor agreed to let him freely go in and out of the library...

He hasn't begun to understand that there are so many cruel and kind people in the world, the silent boy covered in wounds from outside, and the beautiful mother who is as stupid as a girl and the boy never allows anyone to get close to hurt, there is always such viciousness. Fierce, vitriolic rumors emerged quietly like a cloud.

"Language" can actually kill.

The scene seemed to speed up the rotation, developing towards a direction of extreme speed and out of control, those sweet boys and girls who grew up in the school surrounded him, spitting out naive and vicious curses from their mouths.

Then there was himself who couldn't help beating them up, and Audrey who stood in front of him and was constantly scolded by the boys and girls' parents in turn.

--Mother, son, disorder, relationship.

And the boy who was hugged in the arms of his weak mother thought, why so many people always want to hurt Audrey and himself, what kind of crimes they committed, God will punish them over and over again, when the boy finally When he stopped thinking about it, he started planning his next murder.

Those sweet and cruel boys and girls were lured into the room one by one. They were tied together, cursing crazily and begging for mercy in horror at the object they once discriminated against.

The boy stood in the dark room, looked at them, and felt that he had become his father in a trance, and those crying and trembling girls and boys had become himself. He felt that he had never escaped from that cage. His father's shadow was chasing him at night all the time, and today he could finally kill and defeat him again--

He finally became the man he killed, and embarked on the road that should be killed.

The boy's mental state became dazed, as if he was floating in mid-air, and he couldn't feel anything except the warm and soft flesh under his body.

When he woke up, standing in front of him were the policemen who broke into their new home with guns. They took the trouble to list a series of crimes against him. Delly screamed heart-piercingly.

"Teddy--"

She cried, as if she was about to lose him.

T-bag and the boy in the dream came to her slowly at the same time, and gently stroked her long hair with handcuffed hands.

-Intheend, weareallalone. (Note)

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T-bag opened his eyes, and found that he was inexplicably easy to relax his vigilance beside the green-eyed engineer, and accidentally fell asleep again. When he was about to move his limbs, he found that his whole body was limp and weak.

The night was receding quietly, and the day was blurring the sky little by little. Michael stood by the bed with his back to him, and he changed into his prison uniform—the crumpled hospital uniform was crumpled up and thrown on the ground. Buttons are being fastened one by one.

And his legs trembled slightly. After all, T-bag was merciless when he fucked him, but he thought Michael could bear it perfectly. His self-abuse green-eyed beauty has always had a supernatural pain endurance.

He should feel suspicious and angry, and should jump up and ask Michael Scofield what he did again, but the bad dream and the current situation made him give up all thinking, T-bag looked at Michael standing by the bed, He actually felt a strange sense of warmth in this scene, he still couldn't move, but he laughed, "Pretty, you didn't put T-bag back while he was asleep, did you?"

Michael turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were extremely calm, only the corners of his eyes were still a little reddish, and we could see the traces of crying because of the intense sex/love--the current situation made Michael have to put The absurd relationship between himself and T-bag was all stuffed at the bottom of the trash can of memory, and he endured it for the time being, he thought, anyway, he and Bagwell would settle everything in the future.

"So what's the situation?" T-bag turned his head with difficulty, and finally saw the needle tube that was randomly thrown on the bedside table, "Beauty, are you going to abandon Teddy forever?"

"No, I just plan to throw the corpse into the wilderness." Michael flattened his neckline and said casually.

T-bag laughed softly. He guessed that Michael injected him with something similar to an anesthetic. Now he just feels sore and warm all over his body, including his brain, "...then I want to apply to lie in your grave inside."

T-bag listened to the rustling sound of Michael packing his things, and asked drowsily: "...Hey, beauty, if you have nightmares, how will your big brother comfort you?"

Michael's movements paused for a moment, as if hesitating whether to answer, but finally he frowned slightly and said, "...the paper crane."

"uh-huh?"

"Linc told me that paper cranes can eat all nightmares." Michael sighed indistinctly when he said this, that memory was as distant as his previous life.

"Oh? That's not bad..." T-bag said casually, his eyelids fixed heavily on a small shadow on the white wall, feeling as if he had melted into his father's face and then his own in a moment, The two faces overlapped strangely, and he felt that he had been in the cage created by the old Bagwell all along, and watched himself swallow the key to unlock the lock.

Without warning, his eyes turned into darkness.

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When Michael opened the door, he met Irene. She looked like she was coming to work. She hadn't put on the doctor's white robe yet. She was wearing a gray coat, a long white scarf around her neck, and a small satchel.

But it's still early, she shouldn't come to work so early, Michael thought, but still smiled at her, "Hi."

"Ah...Hi." Irene saw him stunned for a moment, and habitually pulled her hair. Her lips were pale, and she seemed to be in a bad state of mind. "How do you feel?"

"Much better," Michael said.

"That's fine." Eileen replied.

This conversation seemed to be over, Michael nodded to her, planning to move on, if he went back now, if he was lucky, he might be able to catch up with the missionary ceremony held in the prayer room today.

"Asa." But Irene suddenly stopped him from behind.

Michael turned his head, and Irene's expression was a little unnatural, as if hesitating how to speak, she pursed her lips and said, "I... I just want to say, I know the reason for your illness this time is for..."

"And I'm also sorry about this." Irene looked up at him with a sincere gleam in her eyes.

Michael looked at her face that was somewhat similar to Sarah, and was confused for a moment, but in the end he just nodded casually, "Yes."

Note: Intheend, weareallalone. From the American drama P