Have you ever wondered how it feels like to kill someone? Skuld looked at Lucrecia through her lashes. The other girls eyes flickered a bit, before hesitantly answering: No....
And, Skuld continued; who is death anyway? Was it a sim once, or is it something else?
I... I don't know.... Like all sims, the two girls knew for a fact that death actually existed, and came to harvest the souls of the dead.
Sometimes, I think Death calls for me, the blond girl finished, enjoying seeing the other girls insecurity.
Lucrecia often wished she had been the only one that aged up. Skuld was mean. But mum said not to be hard on her, because she'd never met her own mum. It was probaby hard not knowing ones mum! Instead Lucrecia did her best changing the subject: Wonder how school will be like. None of the girls had started school yet, as there had been vacations and sort.
I mean, I know Biorn said it was dirty, but I sure hope it isn't. Lucrecia was afraid of germs.
It isn't that bad, Efraim was paying a bit of attention whilst baking. You couldn't always believe what his friend Biorn said, as he liked to exagerate a bit: Just a bit boring.
Lucrecia thought Efraims friend, Biorn, was kind of okay. Even if boys were smelly, and stupid. Not Efraim ofcourse, but he wasn't like a boy, he was kind of like a brother.
I wonder if uncle Marco ever caught a burglar! Lucrecia said. Burglars were mean, but kind of cool to, because they were a bit like ninjas. Lucrecia looked up to all her uncles and her dad, but uncle Marco always seemed a bit more impressive. He was so confident, and he always had pretty hair. But she still idolized her dad more ofcourse. Dad was very important.
Skuld rolled her eyes at the other girl, her voice dripping with acid: Ofcourse dad has caught burglars. My dad's a hero, unlike your dad.
You're dad is so lame! Skuld smirked whilst continuing to play with the bricks. She was good at building things, better than the other two: Him and aunt Oriana are married, and still you barely see him. He doesn't even take the time to talk to you on the phone. She laughed coldly at her comments, it was fun making Lucrecia angry, so she went on: He doesn't even like you.
Lucrecia was getting angry, that was so mean to say: Dad is to important! He's so important that he travels the world! And he does talk to me! He's coming home soon! So there!! She didn't raise her voice to much, because then the grown- ups would just come up and wonder what they were doing. And then they would get grounded and they had to stop arguing. Their parents always grounded all of them when they fought. Lucrecia could have answered that atleast she'd met both her parents, but that was to mean.
Jarl and Odin played in the background, gurgling happily in their own imaginery world.
My dad, she bragged, is on businesstrips, and he meets other important sims to!
My dad thinks I'm the most important sim in the world, Skuld arrogantly interrupted.
Well, my dad meets like kings and stuff!!
Does not! He's one of the mayors errandboys!
Oriana fetched Odin, it was time for him to get something to eat. Little Jarl didn't eat anything, which was a bit strange, but he was simnations first plantsim so it was little they knew after all. Maybe they should have taken him to a sciencelab, but they worried he'd end up like some experiment.
Paparazzo takes pictures of dad all the time! Lucrecia said
Now that's not entirely true Lucrecia, Oriana interrupted them. The girl idolized her father a bit much.
But it was nice that her daughter and niece got so well along, they were nothing like her and her brother had been. And Odin was a little angel, and so was Efraim. They had been so lucky.
Aunt Oriana was so stupid and gullible: Have you ever wondered why your dad married aunt Oriana? Skuld laughed as she built another amazing building. She was so good at this!
Lucrecia thought that was an odd question, why would she wonder about that. It was so obvious: Because he likes her, and she makes him happy. And because he think she's pretty ofcourse! It was very important to be pretty, she'd seen that on commercials and in series on tv. The girls there were always pretty, and didn't like the boys that weren't pretty. And the other way around ofourse.
Skuld started laughing, a silent laugh that stayed in her throat: You are so stupid Lucrecia, The she laughed again. Aunt Oriana is ugly. Ugly boys don't marry ugly girls, and pretty boys really don't marry ugly girls. And your dad is pretty. She kept doing the throat laugh, she'd practiced that a lot infront of the mirror: You really don't get why your dad married your ugly mum?
Mum isn't ugly, Lucrecia sulked, even if it wasn't the first time she'd heard that.
Ofcourse she is ugly, Skuld whipped out: Your ugly mum is best friends with that guy that is next in line to be the mayor! He was kind of pretty to, but really old: That's the only reason why your pretty dad married your ugly mum! He wants an easy promotion!
Does not! Lucrecia sulked again. Just because her dad was prettier than her mum, didn't mean he didn't love her! Did it?
The blond girl was laughing a lot louder this time: You just got born because your dad wanted a promotion! When he gets it, he's probably going to feed you to the kraken!
Well, Effies mum doesn't live with him either!
Efraim had hoped the two girls wouldn't drag him into it, he always hoped for it, but it never happened.
Naturally he had to join them then, he couldn't be any less. Besides it was kind of fun arguing a bit to.
Efraims mum doesn't live with him, because she's a hero to. She fights to protect the city! Skuld giggled, as they kept building. Efraim thought Skuld could be a bit mean to, but atleast she protected his mum this time.
And, Skuld continued: haven't you noticed that whenever aunt Meave leaves, it never takes long before some terror cells gets blown up, and their leaders gets executed! Aunt Meave probably knew how it felt like to kill someone. Though she had her doubts about it beeing terrorists, Skuld wasn't that blond.
Meave is sooo cool, Skuld said: She kills sims for a living, and she could totally beat up your dad! That was for Lucrecia.
No she can't!! Lucrecia whimpered.
Skuld smiled at herself as Efraim agreed with her, it was so fun making Lucrecia angry. But she did notice what curly had built: Why are you so happy about that ugly thing there, she said to his brickbuilding: It almost as hopeless as you. It took the light straight out of his eyes, to Skulds big joy.
They found him, Marco had just fed Odin when he'd gotten the call. They had finally found his dads remains, or the ashes to be more correctly. Clearly that's what happened when vampires stayed out in the sunlight to long. Strange it hadn't all dissapeared with the wind.
Joe just nodded, it wasn't like they hadn't had time to mourne the old man, but this time he was dead for real. It was a bit strange, but even if they'd always known it felt like it was happening all again.
How am I supposed to tell the kids that their dead grandfather, is dead for the second time? How am I supposed to explain that to them? How do one explain kids that someone took their own life? Were they even old enough to know? They did deserve it, but how?
I have no idea, Joe stuttered. Why was big blond even asking him, he was the one that gave sims bad news for a living. Maybe we can tell them that they knew he was deceased, but since he was a vampire, they had trouble finding his remains or something? But that they have now?
Joe, you crazy bastard, that's actually a good idea. Now he just had to break the news to his sister.
Gammpa dead agann? Odin smiled up at them. Little pots have ears to.
Even if Oriana had been pretty certain already, she took the news hard.
But she wasn't the only one.
In the midst of getting bad news, Oriana got a reminder that she wasn't all alone in the world. Well, she already knew she wasn't, but for some reason her brother didn't seem as heartbroken as she was about their dads certain death. Maybe he just felt closure, or he'd known more than she'd assumed.
For once that cold voice at the other end of her phone didn't have all bad news. First of all, he would be home in a while. Second of all, he had finally thinking about quitting that damned job! That meant he'd be back in town, for good this time! And then maybe he'd stop humping around, which she assumed he did! That bastard....
Does this mean you'll be back for good? Oriana tried not beeing to happy, incase she got dissapointed again.
And it was good she did: No, not yet. I still have to end the contract I'm working on, and it'll still take a little time. But, I'll see you soon okay? I'll explain then.
She'd waited this long, she could wait a tad longer. But atleast it meant living like this was coming to an end. Which was good, wasn't it?
As a reaction to the news of Lucrecia moving out in the near future, Skuld took a nice approach to it: I can't wait until you move out, she covered her nose, waving away an imaginery scent: Atleast the smell will move out with you.
Lucrecia bit her teeth together, just a little while longer. Or maybe not so little, she had to wait and hear what dad actually wanted. Mum had told her not to get her hopes up.
It's not like it'll be the death of us, Skuld said about the possible loss of her cousine, hoping it would make the other girl trip on the hopsotch. She was good at it, not as good as Efraim ofcourse.
Efraim didn't seem to mind to much either, even if he would miss her. But that didn't mean they wouldn't meet eachother at school and such. The most important thing on his mind was the lack of snow. He wanted to build a snowman!
Actually hopscotch wasn't the only thing Efraim was good at. He was better than the girls at domino to. Skuld shot him an angry glare; why was he so good at everything?
And before they knew it, it was time for even more birthdays. Marco helped his little boy blow out the candles. Not that he himself was going to eat any of it, it was full of saturated fat and sugar, but all kids needed birthday cake, and honestly he didn't want the kids getting obsessed with their looks. Marco was obviously not obsessed with his looks, but did his best to be a healthy rolemodel.
Odin grew up to a strangely handsome boy. If this continued, he was a little heartbreaker in the making.
Joe took it upon himself helping Jarl, the plantsim. He wouldn't eat any cake anyway, but that didn't mean they would treat him any differently.
He grew up green, but luckily didn't turne into a tree. And Marco now had three little protegès he could teach his wisdom to. If they wanted it was another thing ofcourse. After all that meant it would be three boys from the same house, and... yeah, maybe he could keep that "wisdom" for himself?
And since the two young boys got so well along, and was the same age, Iva and Gards old room was redecorated in their favourite colours: black and white. Why any boys would preffer those colours over pink was beyond Marcos understanding.
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Are you sure? Dominics soft accent could still be heard whenever he spoke. Not as often as it used to, but it was still possible to distinguish that he wasn't native to the region.
Marco nodded instead of answering, just to remember that he might not see properly in the dark and finally answered: Yeah.
Could mersims do anything other than turning half- fish anyway? He'd never asked, and wasn't planning on it either. He hadn't asked if his partners son had inherited it either, It just seemed a bit invasive.
But then again Dominic hadn't mentioned it, so it was probably alright. They had gone through so much together that Marco blindly trusted him, and the other way around. But that also meant they usually were honest, and this time was no exeption: I still think it's a bad idea... Well, Dominic was allowed to have his own opinion.
It'll be fine. Marco answered again: What's the worst thing that could happen?
We can loose our jobs, end up in prison, get injured, shot, horribly mutilated, vegetative state, die.
Yeah I get it, Marco snapped back. Did he have to be that litteral? It'll be fine, we'll be fine. They always got away with everything, they would this time to.
Still...
Marco interrupted him. I'm going in, watch my back.
He didn't wait for an answer, Dominic always had his back, and it wasn't like the dumbarse he was going after, was going to do anything anyway.
It was a sight he'd seen many times throughout the years. But he had to admit that he hadn't seen that coming. He just didn't seem like the criminal type, but then again, maybe something had happened that made sure he ended up here. Could be he lost his job and didn't see another choice, maybe it was an idea of easy money.
Whatever reasons, Marco honestly didn't care. But he had to admit...
..... it was kind of funny...
Hey Jonny.... Marco smiled at his back as the hooker quietly snook away from them. She already knew who he was, and vice versa. Some girl that had run away and ended up with a bad deal. It might not be the best idea letting her leave, but they usually treated the kids well, they weren't old enough to be prosecuted anyway.
Just stuffed them in a cage, got them something to eat and contacted social services. There wasn't a pimp in the city that would come to the rescue her anyway; they pimps also knew not to cross him.
Slowly he walked towards his old schoolmate, hoping he wouldn't make a run for it. Not that he had anywhere to run, but it was so much easier when they didn't.
Criminal attempt, he started mentioning the crimes that atleast that idiot would believe: solicitation, solicitation of a minor, statutory rape... This was to funny, he didn't even know what it meant...
Come on, she's not a minor! Jonny tried worming himself out of it: And I wasn't buying ..that..!
Marco gave him his best smile as the other guy turned around. To think his sister had been involved with that slimeball: Really Jonny? Then what did you want with an underaged hooker?
I was just going to... A short and quick lowering of his gaze, before whipping back up said everything. It wasn't like Marco hadn't seen the small movement towards his pockets, but it was more entertaining doing it this way.
Just going to do what Jonny? Standing as close as possible and still beeing out of reach, Marco did his best not to enjoy this to much. It was always a power rush seeing criminals getting nervous, trying to figure out what to do next. He could have sworn he started enjoying it more, the older he got. Maybe he really was getting darker?
Empty your pockets.... Marco smiled at him, no longer having the patience to wait.
After a short time of hesitation, Jonny digged deep in that empty brain of his and answered: You're not on duty. Puffing himself up a bit, he bravely answered: You can't ask me to! He tried leaving with a big smile on his stupid face, but Marco saw through it. He saw the desperately controlled breath, and the sweat on the tip of his nose.
Holdt. A small and short order, so efficient that poor Jonny stopped dead in his track.Marco could be authorative when he wanted to. Or a bully, depends on how one views it.
Empty your pockets, he said a bit harder this time. He did not want to put his hands in a mans pockets, that was so wrong. Especially Jonnys pockets. It turned out his suspicions were right, as Jonny pulled out some drugs. So the lure of easy money for this one. Ofcourse, making good money meant contacts and the seller beeing a bit tough, and Jonny didn't fit any of it.
Am I in trouble? He quietly asked when Marco seized the drugs, Ofcourse he wasn't in any big trouble for that, but for what Marco needed he truly was. But in such a way poor Jonny wouldn't know what hit him.
How much did you make on todays sale? Marco used his best cop- voice.
What? He looked startled, before remembering he was innocent: I haven't sold anything...
Marco stood firmly, nicely saying: Give me what you made on the sale.
What?
Really, how dumb was this guy? They seized everything in their pockets whenever someone got arrested: Give me your earnings for today.
Marco usually got what he wanted, and this time wasn't an exception. But now he stuffed the simoleons in his pockets instead: Thanks Jonny, I'm keeping this.
The look on his face was priceless, but still he was dumb enough to talk: You can't do that! That's illegal! So was selling drugs, a small crime he'd only get a fine for if it was a first offence. But he was to dumb to know that anyway.
Ofcourse it's illegal you dumb piece of shit, Marco smiled at him. But you see, you owe me.
What?! You screwed my mum!!! Jonny honestly thought Marco owed him! Really, it was his mum! And he'd walked in on them!
Oh right, he'd almost forgotten about that: This is not some petty squabble, Marco did his best sounding like he actually was beeing touhg, and not amused: Your boss owes me.
What?! He tried laughing it away... I don't
Shut up! Marco snapped at him.
The feeling of his fist hitting jaws was a rush, a small rush, but it still counted. A small plan that would hurt for a little time, but not him. Punching someone gave of a distinct sound, a slapping thud that never rang through any dark backally. And it blended with the sound of the victims groans, unless they ended up unconscious; which happened alot when he hit someone. But he took care not to beat Jonny senseless with one hit.
He continued kicking him whilst he lay on the ground, eventually pressing him agains the pavement. Stuffing his bloody face against the ground, breaking his arm behind the back Marco said: Your boss owes me, and they know why. He paused to catch his breath again before going on: So this is how we're going to play it: Until they start giving me what I want, I'll be on you. Whatever you make, is mine! Have I made myself clear?
The joy of hearing grown men cry in fear was another favourite sound of his: They'll kill me if I don't...
Not my problem Jonny. He let go of the guy, watching him falling back onto the ground: See you next week mate.
The sweet sound grown mens fearful tears followed him as he went back to his partner in justice. What? It wasn't technically a crime! He had a plan after all.
Jonny was a wuss and would run to his dealer and gossip. They might kill the guy but that wasn't his problem. And when that information got to Rowena, because it would end up there, she would make sure that Marco didn't stop their income. And if he was a lucky bastard, which he was, he'd finally get this thing going somewhere.
You done? Dominic hadn't moved and inch.
Yeah, let's get out of here. Marco didn't feel any sadist joy anymore. He was really getting cold wasn't he?
I still think it's a terrible idea.... His partner was at it as usual.
Come on Dom, what's the worst thing that can happen? Really, what was the worst thing. He'd be fine, he always was.
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Yay. deathbug means he could still die. And so much more gracefully than Iva. Maybe it technically wasn't a bug to begin with? Ah well, as long as he's dead I'm happy.
Marcos plan, a bad one I know. I had an idea behind it, but forgot large parts of it during to much school work (really, I'm to old for it. Think I broke my brain). So it's a bad idea from him, just like his mum had bad ideas. It runs in the family.
And; Jonny wasn't in the criminal careere, so I put him in it. I had this plan, but then it turned out that there were only women working there. And I just couldn't have Marco beating up a woman could I? Couldn't make a new idea either, as my brain broke (see above). Bashir will show up next chapter, this was getting to long already.
Poses by: IMHO, Aikea Guinea, Sea, Spladoum
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