Drabble Madness 3

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Make it all better


Day by day Henry knows more and more about Walter, and the more he knows, the sadder he feels. Walter has been beaten, raped, neglected, and not even once during his childhish has known love. So he wants to make it better, and he says so. But Walter just smiles and traces the numbers in his neck with rough fingers.

“It’s okay. You’re here now”


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Squeaky clean


He smiles and digs his fingers deeper in his hair when Walter’s soft moan reaches his ears.

“How does it feel?”

“Hmmm….”

Henry laughs quietly.

“You know, once I readed that only if you trusted the person that was doing this, you would feel comfortable”

Walter smiles. “I trust you, Henry”; and even when he tries not to, Henry blushes.

“Good” he says. “Because you seriously needed a bath”.


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“CATCH HIM!”

Eileen jumps in front of the door, but Walter is too fast for her, and somehow manages to get out. And then he bumps into Henry’s chest.

“Oh. Hey, Henry. I was going to…”

“Walter, give it to me”

“B-but…”

“Walter”. Henry’s voice is severe, not amused anymore, so the Assumption admits defeat and reluctantly takes off his coat. Eileen takes it and smiles cheerfully. They’ve been trying to wash that damn thing for days.


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Walter stares at himself in the mirror. His hair is now clean and tied in a ponytail with a pink ribbon. Eileen couldn’t convince him to change his usual clothes, but at least now they’re clean, even though the red spots didn’t came out.

Henry kisses him in the cheek. “You look handsome” he whispers, and Walter forgets even about the ribbon.


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“What are you doing?”

Henry throws himself from Walter’s lap. “Nothing!!”.  Walty just stares at them. And just when Henry starts to calm, he states: “It’s okay. Mama told me the gay sex it’s normal”.

Walter only laughs and shakes his head. Henry is too busy in his current state of petrification.

“Children this days…”


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Doll


Eileen stared at the doll in her hand. There was something quite familiar about it, something that she couldn't quite place. A shabby man...

Suddenly there are hurried steps behind her, and she gave a startled squeak when the doll was snatched from her hands. Eileen turned around to obsquiate Henry with a puzzled stare. Henry cleared his throat.

"It could be dangerous". And then, looking away and fidgetting a little, he shoved the doll into his pocket. "Come on, let's go".

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Walter smirked, eyeing the doll that hanged from Henry's pocket.

"I thought you didn't want it?"

Henry huffed and looked away stubbornly. "That doesn't mean anyone else can have it".


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There was a hole here...


James stared. And looked. And then he stared a little more.

There was a hole. It had red cravings around it.

James poked it with his steel pipe, ready to flee if something came out of it. Nothing happened.

After some more staring, he finally gathered the courage to look on it. Again, there was nothing, and James found no reason no enter it. He sighed and stepped back.

And then, something came out.

"Aaaargh!"

"Aaaargh!"

Henry jumped, hit his head, slipped and flapped his arms in a frantic but useless way not to fall. He, of course, failed, and landed head-first on the cold, hard floor.

After the initial shock, he found himself being helped back to his feet by the blond man.

"I-I'm sorry if I scared you" he stuttered, before looking around. "Who are you...?"

"I'm James. Listen, have you seen my..."

A third man approached.

"Excuse me, have you seen a little girl, short, black hair...?"