Sleaze Land – Chapter 14 (Ookie Cookie) Part 1

 Sleaze Land – Chapter 14 (Ookie Cookie) Part 1
 
 
     “Stay away from people who don't know who they are but want you to be just like them. People who'll want to label you. People who'll try to write their fears on your face.”  Richard Peck
 
 
 
 
“I didn’t mean anything…” the man who’d forever resemble the Campbells soup kid began quite defensively.
 
But Tiny wasn’t about to let the fake hero go on for long.
 
So instead, he dropped a fist on top of the man’s head and knocked him clean out.
 
“What ya gonna do if ya didn’t come he to speak ta him?” the tiny man atop the giant’s shoulders asked, as the large man (but rather small alien) grabbed hold of one of the fallen man’s legs and began to drag him from his sparse cabin.
 
“You’ll see…” Tiny muttered under his breath.
 
However, a second later a huge explosion sounded from nearby.
 
“Best we go see what that is, first, I guess,” the intelligent, but suddenly very disappointed alien said, as he shoved the lifeless form of the former superman into the crook of a high tree.
 
“That should keep him safe enough, til I get holda him again,” Tiny said, almost to himself, as he turned and made for cabin number thirty-nine.
 
“This is too my cabin,” the former musician, and photographer, and painter whined loudly into the closed door.
 
Tiny looked from the terrified man in the tiny towel to the blazing inferno that had once been their radio tower.
 
“What the fuck happened?” he asked of the man who was still beating on the door screaming, “This is my cabin, get out!”
 
With a shrug and a shake of his head, Tiny shoved the nearly naked man aside, and then he caved in the door to cabin number thirty-nine.
 
“What the fuck happened to me tower?” the giant roared at the 6’5” inhabitant, like he was not much more than a flea.
 
“How should I know?” the man who’d been given dog DNA barked back; spittle flying from his over-sized canines.
 
“Cuz you were looking out yer door at this nut when it happened?” Tiny growled at the altered dog-man who had the breath of a dying skunk.
 
“I was too busy trying to stop this nutjob from breaking in, to notice,” the man with the large canine ears and twitchy tail growled, though this time in a much more placating manner.
 
“This un?” Tiny inquired with a sharp and suspecting look, as he grabbed the tiny towel away from the man who still refused to put his back to the open door.
 
“Yeah, I seen his flicks,” the would-be-werewolf AC Maganiello remarked, as if that sorted everything.
 
Which made Tiny give a snarl of his own.  One the dog AC instantly recognized as from an alpha.
 
“I’m sorry, man.  I just didn’t see what blew up your tower.  But those lizards are out there, man.  I heard them take somebody not too long ago.  We need a door.”
 
Tiny looked from the hairy man with the trench-foot breath, to the smaller, more emaciated man who still seemed no less feral, and then he told the naked one to turn around.
 
Reluctantly, the naked old man turned, and put his back to the door.
 
“Yer number ain’t thirty-nine,” Tiny told him, with a small degree of pity leaking into his voice.
 
“It’s twelve.  But that’s not a survivable distance from here,” he told the man, as the frilly-dress-wearing cohort on his shoulders scratched at his now-sweating balls; distracting Tiny for a moment, and just enough to slightly arouse the snake in his lederhosen.
 
“He’s gonna stay here tonight.  That’s my order.  Ya hear?” Tiny said, as if anyone deaf would be dead their very next breath.
 
And so, they both nodded.
 
“Good,” Tiny told the dog-man, as he stepped outside of the cabin and then put the door back in its original place.
 
“Yer gonna wanna hold her in place til mornin, ya understand?” he asked the two men inside.
 
“As I don’t have time just now to bolt it back in place.  And you sure as hell don’t want those lizards to knock it down while yer sleeping,” he said with a grin.
 
“You think they’ll make it through the night?,” his freckle-faced friend inquired as Tiny took off running.
 
But Tiny just gave a tiny shrug.
 
And picked up speed, until he was running straight at the blazing radio tower, at a gallop most full-blooded stallions would be envious of.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
© Raena Exe 2022
 
 
*Inspired by life.
*All characters, places, and events are completely fictional.
*All rights reserved.

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