Saturday, May 3, 2008

bloody well worth it

Kieron had to keep Neill occupied. Somehow, this had to be done. He had to see it through. He had to do Neill in. For good. No maybes, if's or buts. He had to have the balls to do it. After all, he hated Neill with a passion.

And there was no time to think.

Think. Think. Think.

He put on the kettle. He had to act normal. He had to be himself. Oh, did Neill really know the real him? Really?

He listened to Neill go on about a trip he was planning to Spain. How he should join him. How they could become monks for a week.

"Really, well, I already know a thing or two about solitude," Kieron just smiled. Neill turned around and Kieron reached for the liquid Drano under the sink and poured a little in his cup, hoping it was enough to do the trick. Hopefully, he could distract Neill long enough to take a sip or two or three.

He should have gone for the drugs, but all he could find in Mikaela's room was something for cramps. That would not do. Had the girl sobered up? Had she cleaned up her act? Really, she was no help in these circumstances.

"I want to make it up to you." Neill then said to Kieron.

"Really, make what up?" Did he really think he was that daft? Not know what had happened, between the two of them?

"I'm sorry I've been a man of mystery to you, but I'm really rather fond of you, and I'm so sorry if I haven't shown it properly," said Neill. "Really, I mean you no harm. I hope you can forgive me."

"Of course, I'm a man of forgiveness," Kieron smiled and handed Neill a cup of his personal brew. "Now drink up."

Kieron took a sip of his own and watched Neill bring the cup to his lips and drink. And he drank. And drank. It seemed to take forever. Was he really drinking? Maybe Neill was faking? Kieron felt his heart race. It was almost as good as sex on a cold winter night. Something to really get the blood flowing. Looking danger right in the face. Kieron gave Neill a dead stare as if he could will it true.

However, Kieron was hoping for a faster reaction. It was just taking too long. Perhaps he was the one drinking the bad brew. Kieron was about to choke, just with the thought.

And then it happened. The horrible gag. Neill reached for his throat. His tongue was actually blue. Kieron stared back, pleased. And yet he knew he had to move quickly. He had to wipe off finger prints. He took his cup with him.

In the frenzy he felt a little faint as a quake of pleasure seized him. It was really happening. He was actually leaving Hollyoaks.


Shenell Keanna said...

hey, thanks for the comment!
oh and it rhymed too
hmm, why is kieron leaving hollyoaks, though?

haven't read in a long time.

Shenell Keanna said...

it's okay, i can use it sometime in my other poems.

hm, confusing but i get it now. thanks, for the info.