It wasn’t long before Matt, the Director, and the Doctor arrived. “Where is he?” the Director asked.
David showed them back to the room where they were holding Fuzz. When the door opened, the room was a mess and Fuzz was laying in the fetal position in the floor. He was scratching at his arms simultaneously as he rolled from side to side. When the light hit his eyes, he looked wildly at the people in the door. His eyes locked on David. “I fucking hate you, you dirty fucking KIKE!”
David looked at him in amazement. “You know, asshole, if it weren’t for the fact that I know what’s wrong with you and I’m trying to get you help to get off of the drug those fucking Utopians got you hooked on, I’d shoot you. You know better shit than to call me that.”
The Doctor moved past David and the Director into the room and stuck a needle in Fuzz’s neck. Fuzz was out instantly. “We need to move him, and quickly, Director. I need to get him started on treatment for X-313 addiction relatively fast in order to keep him from saying anything else that will piss Mr. Draiman off.”
“That’s fine, Doctor. I’ll send for the gurney and we’ll get Mr. Kmack out of here so that we can get him on treatment and getting that chip out of his head so that he will start acting like himself again. FI everything I’ve heard is correct then this is not the way this man usually acts. We need to get him treatment as soon as possible so.”
Out of nowhere, Fuzz screamed. “JUST FUCKING KILL ME!!!” he sobbed, his whole body shaking. “I DON’T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE! I’M TRIED OF THE ITCHING!!!!”
David looked at Fuzz and almost pitied him. But, the fact remained that he had said and done some stupid shit since arriving at the house with the rest of the family and they were not going to be very forgiving. He wasn’t even sure if he could be very forgiving. There were things you did not do to David Draiman. You DID NOT mess with his children or his wife. Fuck with him all you want, but don’t mess with his kids. And, Fuzz had done just that. He was lucky that he didn’t get a bullet between his eyes before the Doctor wheeled him out on the gurney out to the medical transport. David watched it all with cold eyes. Fuzz had done a lot of messing with his children by giving five of them nightmares. He’d pissed of his oldest child to the point where he didn’t care what kind of trouble he got into for his language. Fuzz was very lucky that he was still breathing let alone being taken out of the house on a transport.
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Maddie watched as the man was taken from the house. “Good”, she said. “I don’t like that mean man. I hope that he’s going to jail!” she said.
David walked into the living room and heard what his daughter said. “Madison Jade, that was mean. You don’t wish things like that on people.”
“I’m not apologizing, Daddy. He’s a mean, bad, man and I hope he’s going to jail.”
“I didn’t say that you had to apologize. If you spoke to him right now he’s probably do something that would get him killed. But, you don’t wish that people go to jail. That’s mean. He’s very sick right now.”
“Why is he so sick, Dad?” Jacob asked.
“The Utopians have him hooked on a very dangerous drug that’s causing him to go crazy. He’s also very got a microchip in his brain that’s causing him to act oddly.”
“So, he normally acts WORSE that he’s been the past couple of days?” Jordan asked.
“No, Jordan. He’s actually not such a bad guy normally. He’s acting oddly because of meeting back up with Uncle Danny, Uncle Mikey, and me.”
“So, could Uncle Danny punching him in the face have had something to do with him acting so weird?” Malachai asked.
“That, my son, I can’t answer. Maybe that triggered it, maybe it didn’t. I don’t know. He did start acting oddly after that, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, he did”, Jordan said. He’s an ass, but he’s been a SUPER ass the past couple of days.”
“Jordan Hannah, you know better shit than to speak like that. Watch your language.”
“Sorry, Dad, but Malachai got to call Fuzz a ‘mother fucker’. Why does he get to cuss at Fuzz and I don’t?”
“You did cuss at Fuzz and I said nothing.”
“Dad, hell is in the Talmud and in the Bible. Fuck however is not in either.”
“Do I look like I care, Jordan?” He looked at Malachai. “You know you shouldn’t have said what you did to him, right?”
“Yes, sir”, Malachai said
“You plan on doing it again?”
“No, sir.”
He looked back at Jordan. “You know you shouldn’t say what you’ve been saying, right?”
She sighed. “Yes, sir.”
“You plan on doing it again?”
“No, sir.”
“Good, then punishing either of you would be pointless. Now, go get ready for bed, all of you, and get your
younger siblings ready for bed as well.”
“Yes, sir”, the all said and headed to their rooms.
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After all of the children were in bed, the adults stayed up and had another family game night. This time they played poker, no teams. It was every man and woman for themselves. The game was Texas Hold ‘Em. Brie and Dan we in the lead. David was close to broke. “I hate this fucking game!” he said. “Why couldn’t we just play Black Jack?”
“Because you’d wipe the table with everyone, brother”, John said.
“Not me”, Brie said. “Remember who my brother is.”
“He taught you how to play poker too?” Mike asked.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m wiping the table with your ass, Mikey.”
“Brie, baby, stop teasing everyone please”, David said.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, followed by the person just walking in. Everyone that was armed turned toward the door with their weapons drawn. Thankfully, it was just Morbus. They all let out a collective sigh, then put their weapons away. “Don’t bang on the door like that again, Morbus”, Dan said.
“Sorry about that. Where is Fuzz?”
“At the Agency medical facility receiving treatment for the addiction he has to a very dangerous and high addictive drug known only as X-313”, David explained.
“Who got him addicted to that shit?”
“The Utopians. They did it in order to implant a microchip in his brain. We’ll know more when it’s been removed as to what the bastards wanted him to do when he found us.”
Morbus sighed. “He’s a good guy, you know, David. He saved my life after that explosion that mucked me up.”
“I didn’t know that he’d saved your life, Morbus, but I know he’s not the man that he’s been the past couple of days. That’s why he’s not lying in the floor with a hole in his head and his brains splattered all over the floor”, David said. “He needs help to get better, not to die.”
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