I stared at him. I didn't see a person. I saw a Demon disguised as a person. A piece of shit is what I saw. Even his blood seemed darker than a normal persons would be. I stared at him a bit more until he muttered "You motherfucker." I stepped closer and drove SWORD into his thigh. He screamed and he kept screaming for a couple of minutes. He was also saying vile things. Shouting them at us. I looked at Sharon and Roy. They didn't seem bothered. If anything they looked angry. I said "He is a demon." Both of them agreed and Roy yelled "Stick him again!" Tim was bleeding heavily and had quit yelling. Now he was pleading with me to "Fix his leg. Call 911. Do something!"
"Tim." I said "Shut up."
He didn't like it but he managed.
"Thank you. How much did the suit your wearing cost you?"
"And the tie?"
"Ummm..," He looked down at it like there was a price tag still attached. "Two hundred." He added "It was on sale."
I had noticed earlier his watch. It was gold and shiny. "How about the watch?"
He didn't want to answer this one. He looked away from me. Probably hoping that would make me disappear. It didn't work.
"Tim. Answer me."
He swallowed hard,moaned, and whispered "6K"
"Was it on sale?"
I heard Sharon snicker and Tim shook his head "No"
"I don't know!" He wasn't yelling. He was wailing like a child.
"So basically Tim your telling us you spent over ten thousand dollars on your clothes?"
He shook his head and told me "No. Thats equals nine thousand two hundred dollars which is less than that."
"How much money did you make in your best year Sharon?"
She thought for a moment, then said "Twenty two thousand." She said it proudly.
"How much did you live off of last year Roy?" I hadn't bothered to turn around and look at them, I just kept staring at the Demon.
Roy laughed and said "Twelve thousand two hundred dollars and fifty three cents."
"Yeah. Yeah. I see where your going with this. Look I'm sorry your poor. Life sucks. It does right now for me." He winced and continued "We can work this out. Just get me to a hospital."
"How much did you make last year Tim?" I said it quietly.
If he didn't want to talk about how much the watch cost he sure didn't want to answer this one.
He wouldn't look at me. I raised the angle of SWORD and stepped closer. He screamed "Three hundred and fifty fucking thousand! And that ain't shit compared to what the big dogs pull in. I'm worth it! I make money! I make big money off of stupid fucking sheeple like you! Yeah! You people! Too fucking dumb to know how to figure out what a percentage rate is. Too stupid to know anything other..." Here he slipped into a falsetto "What's my monthly payment? You're the idiot class! You deserve to be poor!"
He stopped, tried to grin at me, and said "That was the pain talking. I mean I understand what it's like to grow up poor. Why..."
"Shut up Tim."
I looked into the camera and said "This is what infests America. Ticks. Parasites. Demons. Whatever you want to call them just realize their is only one cure for them." I paused, "Death. Death by burning."
Then I told Rick "Kill the camera. I'll tell you when to start filming again."
"What! What the fuck! Oh Jesus. You people can't be serious!"
"Shut up Demon."
HIS coldness was upon me. I asked Sharon "There is a deck outside isn't there?" I knew there was one. There was always one on a house like this.
"Sure is. Want me to show you?"
"No. Wooden posts holding it up?"
Sharon knew where I was going with this. "Yeah. Yeah. It'll work."
She pointed at the French doors at the end of the room.
"Drag him out and tie him to the best post. Sharon. Take the cuffs and lock him to the post." I held my arms back so they would understand. "Like this."
Roy had come up to stare at the Demon. He told me "I got it Chosen. We're going to light this Demon up."
The Demon was wailing again. I ignored it.