Dark Bishop
I was to sleep till past
noon, but the portable rang. I rolled over and picked it up. It was e-text
message.
"Good work."
Damned, he had to send it at this time, knowing that I had slept in late. I got
up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.
"You are awake?" It
was my new housemate, Billy. Or at times, he preferred to be called Billie. I
had shelter in his place while I was here.
We used to stay together and
fucked like one. I was the hunk while he was the slimmer one, or more feminine
one despite his gender. I grew up hard but he had it harder. Billy was like me,
but he was all feminine on the inside. That made him the butt of the jokes form
the bullies and later from the ones who could not accept him for his characters.
I stood for him and protected
him. But the protection was never enough; Billy' dad made him more appreciative
of his feminine self. The bastard old man missed his mother who died earlier,
but he had Daniel for a stand-in bed partner. It does not matter he had a
penis, the bastard only wanted a fuck. Billy kept it from me, but I soon knew.
I recalled that day; coming
from the butcher shop where I worked as the apprentice, I walked in on them.
Billy pushed the old man off and jumped out the bed. I stood there, and stared
at the old man. He was drunk and started shouting at me. I grabbed the chair by
the dresser and clobbered him with it. Once I had broken the chair on him, I
went into the kitchen. I grabbed the chopper and went back in. I grabbed the
old man's right arm and chopped it at the elbow joint.
"That's for his
Mum." I took the next swipe on the shoulder. "That's for Billy."
"Billy is a
faggot..." The old man screamed out. Despite the pain, he was fixated on
blaming the son of his. I land the chopper on the old man's left knee.
"The faggot is also me.
We prefer to be called gays." I shouted at the old man. "We fucked
butts."
I was one among the many
things he did not know of his other son. I was fucking the others in the alleys
and behind closed doors; the ones who would not complaint or they would lose
more than their virginity at the rear. I was the bad kid on the block. I cared
not who or where.
"You won't take my butt,
you faggot." The old man shouted back while trying to hold his bleeding
shoulder. I reached down with the chopper on his inner thigh.
"No, I will open myself
a new hole." I twisted the chopper inside him. He screamed but soon I had
the old man in parts while covered in blood.
It was after that then I took
on Billy in my care. We never lived apart. Five years later when he was twenty
one, he decided to be a lady.
"I would be a real lady,
Mitch. I would be complete and then we can get married." Billy told me. I
told him not to but he was insistent. He took hormones to grow his breasts, but
I was not giving up then.
"You are still a Man,
Billy. Be one." I told him. "Follow me."
He did and saw what I did on
the outside. We raped a lady that night; she was in her middle forties or so,
but we cared not. She did not think a young lady approaching her and walking
with her would be that dangerous. She was not the last, and soon, we were doing
the rounds. He caught on, but he still wanted to be more feminine.
"I liked my new
breasts." Billy had then impressed me with his new look. I loved them too,
but we went into separate works five years ago. He worked for some outfit doing
modeling but I worked freelance with postings in overseas. My nature of work
required diversity in talents, and a mean streak. I was a paid assassin, and
the money was handy for my living expenses. When I am back here in the city, I
would stay over with Billy, and shared his bed.
This trip, I had the contract
to remove some people in a list. They are called the Chessmen, ran by a lady
named the Queen.
I
had removed her Rook; Virginia Smith.
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