– And all this time, I thought you were a lover, not a fighter.
– I'm both. I've got layers.
You were doing something nice. It's just that sometimes, when people do nice things for me, I short circuit. Maybe I'm not used to it. Maybe I'm scared. Of getting hurt. Or being rejected... for being myself.
– Poor Moose... Is he okay?
– His name is Moose. He's fine.
I don't follow the rules. I make them. And when necessary, I break them.
Here's the thing about fear. It's always there. Fear of the unknown. Fear of facing it alone. Fear that those closest to you are the monsters. Fear that as soon as you slay one, there's another monster waiting to take its place. Fear that there's one more boogeyman waiting at the end of the dark hall.
Weekdays, from 08:25 a.m. to 15:01 p.m., we adhere to a strict regimen. Everything in our lives controlled. But then something like the murder of Jason Blossom happens, and you realize there is no such thing as control. There is only chaos. Nevertheless, some of us strive to impose and maintain order in what is, fundamentally, an orderless world. A fact which would very soon be confirmed. In ways none of us could have foreseen.
– Whoa, where the hell are you going?
– WHAT?! You want to give me some advice on my right hook?
– I want you to go back inside and talk to your girl.
– I don't think it's gonna work out. Irreconcilable differences.
– Don't run away from it. Don't run away. You've got something good here. With her, with your friends. Something that... something that we could never give you. Also, man up. After what I just saw in there, she needs you.
Trust me, no one will remember anything. Except maybe that I accused Cheryl of twincest.
There's a problem that comes once you get caught up on your homework. Your mind wanders, and evil creeps back in. Was the voyeur somewhere amongst us in the crowd, playing his long game? Turning the temperature up? Ever so slowly? So, that by the time we frogs realized we were being boiled alive, it was too late.
– Why are they doing this?
– They're agents of chaos, Kevin. They don't need a reason.
– Veronica, welcome to the River Vixens. Betty... better luck next time.
– Wait… what? Why? Because you couldn't bully Betty into being a bitch?
– I need girls with fire on my squad.
– I know what you need, Cheryl. Because I know who you are. You would rather people fear than like you, so you traffic in terror and intimidation. You're rich, so you've never been held accountable, but I'm living proof, that certainty... that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown... it won't last. Eventually, there will be a reckoning. Or... maybe that reckoning is now and maybe, that reckoning... is me. Betty and I come as a matching set. You want one, you take us both. You wanted fire? Sorry, Cherry-bombshell, my specialty's ice.
– I like the looks of that boy.
– The more handsome on the outside, the more rotten on the inside.
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