you bleed just like you puke

Oh? Is that how she wanted to be?  Another pup he wasn’t impressed with.  Misery smiled with brotherly tolerance at the pup. It was fake, but it also looked very real.  “I’ll take that as you have collected them.” His eyes flicked to the pile then back to the pup.  Honestly, he assumed all the pups had despite the fact they had likely been told not to mess with them.  There was the simple reason they were kids.  A born liar and deceiver meant he always saw the potential and likelihood for others to play the same games.

“Quit playing with the mushrooms and crystals  I’m not asking you where you put them.”  It was a blunt statement.  Maybe she hadn’t? It was a small possibility but a pup wanted to play with everything now make it glue and be told not to mess with it and of course, they would. “Those crystals are what made your mom sick.  She’s a strong adult who until they infected her was in excellent shape.  I’m concerned it might kill a pup.”  Misery shrugged, “Not everyone gets the sickness, of course, maybe you won’t but maybe you will.  Mom’s got enough problems, she doesn’t need dead kids.  Nor do I want a sister to die.”   Though if this kid didn’t listen and did die Misery wouldn’t care all that much.  He was a concerned brother with duties chastizing a sister because he loved her.  Yeah, right.

“Now, that’s quite a pile you have of safer items.  What do you plan to do once you sort them?”  He was curious enough about that at least.  What were both Widow's intentions and interests?  He also wanted to see how she’d react to his warning.  She was as much his sister at the moment as she was a lab specimen.   There were very few things in life as fun as acting, well, there were a few other things equally fun though.

"Misery"