First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1061: Estrangement

Chapter 1061: Estrangement

– Earth, The United States of America: Alabama…

“Get the fuck out of here, Elroy!”

The owner of a small gas station hurled a man out into the street.

He was a wiry man, covered in ratty brown clothing and stinking of all manner of repulsiveness.

The only gray hair he had left was in unkempt clumps all over his head.

The owner wagged his fist at him as if to warn him about what would happen if he should get up again.

“I must be a dadgum fool! I let you in here after the last time I caught you stealing!”

Elroy’s speech was slurred as he tried to sit up. “N-Now hold on a minute, Jack, I was just-”

“Then after that time you shit on my floor!”

“I-I had them runs, Mike, you know how them can beans do me-”

“Then after that time you blew crack smoke in my face!”

“N-Now see, you done just lied that time. I ain’t never touched crack! How you own a gas station and don’t even know what a Black’n’Mild smell like?”

The owner finally couldn’t resist his urges and walloped Elroy across the jaw. The man wet down, scraping his face and chin against a concrete step.

“Now your drunk ass in here peeping in women’s restrooms, man? Get your drunk ass outta here before I really do something to you! And I’m calling the cops next time I see you!”

Despite the ringing in his addled mind, Elroy was well aware of the threat of police and didn’t take it lightly.

He scrambled off the ground and didn’t even bother to pick up the stolen candy he had dropped.

Then again, neither did the owner.

He stared at the items distastefully and clicked his teeth once before heading back inside.

Elroy kept walking aimlessly- his body falling into it’s usual habits.

He stumbled, but did not fall on the narrow sidewalks in the city.

It was the end of August in the south. The heat was relentless, and if that didn’t take you out, the humidity almost certainly would.

However, Elroy couldn’t afford to take off anything he owned. He had a bad habit of putting things down and leaving them all over the place, only to realize it when he’d walked miles away.

“Fuck you, Elroy!”

The gas station owner wasn’t the only person in the city whom the homeless man had pissed off. As a result, he wasn’t very surprised when a cup of something came flying out of a car window and hit him on the side of his head.

He barely even paid any attention to the attack. His focus remained on the next hustle.

There was a small strip mall in the city that Elroy liked to frequent.

It wasn’t necessarily a pretty part of town. Even someone like Elroy didn’t look all that out of place here.

There was a restaurant in the strip owned by a nice Filipino family. Sometimes, if they were feeling generous, they gave him some of the fried gizzards they didn’t sell during the day.

Elroy was planning to linger around the back and wait for the youngest son to take out the trash. Hopefully, they would also be feeling inclined enough to give him something to clean his face off with as well.

That was Elroy’s plan, and he considered it to be as good of one as he was capable of thinking up.

But Elroy’s eyes were always looking for the next scam. The next opportunity to feed his habits.

His eyes settled on a nice, shiny car that most people knew not to bring to an area like this.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was walking towards the vehicle.

It just so happened that so were it’s owners.

Elroy noticed a young man and a young woman leaving the restaurant with steaming white bags in tow.

They looked like siblings with their matching sunglasses and dyed hair.

Given the fact that both the young man and the young woman were significantly larger than him, he was wary of being seen standing so close to their vehicle.

“S-Sho is a nice one you got there. Fancy lil thing.” He whistled. “Would you believe I used to have one just like this in ’87?”

The young woman looked towards her brother, who didn’t say anything.

Elroy was sure that if he could see beneath those shades, he’d find eyes that he often saw just before someone took a swing at him. Usually successfully.

He started to back away when he saw the brother reach into his pocket.

However, his terror was soon replaced with zeal when he saw him take out a ten-dollar bill and a business card.

Elroy’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas Day. “W-Wha?? Now thank you, nephew, many blessings to ya! You ever need anything, you just call your uncle here and I will spin somebody shit behind you!”

He tried to take the money and the card, but the young man held it firm.

He stared at Elroy with a gaze that made him feel ten inches tall.

“Get some help.”

Elroy blinked, his fear gradually creeping back.

He nodded slowly as if he didn’t want to incite the young man’s anger with sudden movements.

The young man released the papers. Elroy scrambled away behind the building.

The young woman watched the man leave with a wrinkle in her brow.

“Sit down.”

She turned back and found the young man who had been accompanying her now sitting on the hood of their car.

He had already started fishing his styrofoam plate out of the plastic bag and pulling open the lid.

“…We’re going to eat out here?” The young woman asked.

He smirked without looking up from his plate. “Scared someone’s going to rob you?”

Taking that as a challenge, the young woman boldly sat down beside him and started unwrapping her food in a huff.

“You’re already doing better than your mother.” The young man chuckled. “When I brought her out here, she jumped at every little sound and seemed like she was crawling out of her skin.”

Thrudd didn’t have a hard time picturing that. Audrina was, without comparison, the bougiest woman she had ever met in her entire life.

Both of them missed the sight of the shadows underneath them wobbling angrily.

“…Who was that guy, Dad?”

Abaddon said a prayer as he offered half of his Philly cheesesteak to Bekka before eating.

“Eh… kind of hard to explain, Thruddie. But I guess you could say that at one point he would have been your grandfather.”

I’m sorry, I need to get this off my chest again.

Someone please get my college football programs together and get them together now.

I have so little to live for already I’m not mentally stable enough to handle all three of my teams losing in one dadgum weekend