Dystopyum (The D-ot Hexalogy Book 1) by Chris Finkelstein Page A

her roll again, since it’s her birthday party, too.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Just let her have another chance. That’s what it’s all
about, isn’t it?” Hais said, smiling in his sarcastic way. He was leaning
against the wall, now. He generally shied away from joining folks, unless
it was fellow drunks in the local pub.
Salom tried to ignore him, but knew he would try again.
“Never mind, I don’t want to roll again,” Rebecca said, dully.
“No,” said Martha quietly. “I like Salom’s idea. This is a very special
night. She looked up at Hais with great sadness. “They should have
whatever they want tonight.”
Hais was caught off guard by recognition of something in Martha’s
eyes — what the…? He quickly averted her gaze by looking down. He
started feeling woozy. Out of nowhere, he got angry. “You’re all weak!”
he yelled. He stood away from the wall, defiant, trying to think of
something else to say.
Salom saw what was coming, and got up to take him home. I can
come back for Rebecca later, she thought. “Hais, dear, let’s go home and
rel —”
“I’m not finished! You all need to hear this!” Hais continued, “We all
hate love, but I hate it more than any of you! Salom, you are too soft on
this girl, and, well, just look at you!”
They looked at each other, wondering what he meant.
“Come on, Hais,” Salom pleaded, this time tugging lightly on his arm.
“You’re all weak! Love has done this, don’t you see? They shouldn’t
allow it at all, even if some babies die! Then we wouldn’t have to go
through with this school!” Hais argued, callously pulling his arm back
away from Salom. “You all need to be stripped of your love. It has to be
beaten out of you!” His voice was shouting now.
Salom tried once again to get him to go by pulling on his sleeve, and
he swung around and punched her, hard, in the left eye.
Oh brother, here it goes. “Well, I’m ready for school, and I’m ready
for you!” Martha roared from behind Hais, as she had positioned herself
and was prepared for this. With that, she grabbed the last ten inches of his
tail with all her might, and bent it hard backwards on itself so the fifth
bone was just about to dislocate from the sixth. Hais tried to escape as
expected, and she was ready. She bent and twisted it even more and it
cracked.
Hais dropped to the floor, “OK, OK, let go.”
“No fucking way!” Martha shouted, and she barked, “Get up!” as she
bent his tail even more. He cried out, and submitted.
Griswolt had just come in to see what the commotion was about, and
seeing that Martha had things well in hand, simply stepped out of the
way.
Hais tried to say something to Griswolt. “Griswolt, tell this —
Arggggg, OK, OK, I’m going.”
Martha forced Hais all the way upstairs, and gave him one more hard
shove, directly from his fifth tail bone, which elicited one more big
“crunch”, and sent him flying out the door, falling in the gravel in his
ignoble departure.
Hais was groaning on the ground, pain radiating in electrical pulses
up his back from the injured tailbone. He slowly got up. Then his face
changed. His attitude changed. He wasn’t done yet. He turned around to
head back to into the front door and was surprised by Griswolt standing
there with his arms crossed, feet relatively wide apart.
“Just try it,” Griswolt growled. He had enough of this stick and
watching Martha at work put him in the mood to do this gendra-ass some
violence. I need to unload some stress too, you know, he was thinking to
himself. Griswolt was a big Aletian. At nine foot five inches, he was
fifteen inches taller than Hais, and at five hundred and sixty pounds, he
was seventy pounds heavier.
Hais looked up at him and with a wave of his hands shot back, “To
hell with you all!” He turned around and started for his house, bellowing
all the way, “I wish they could stay away longer! I hope they never come
back! I’m tired of paying for