(No, this has nothing to do with that dreadful Spider-Man comic arc)
The Twin’s next destination was to her sister’s room, a place she never wished to set foot into again. She swallowed and pressed on, however, her personal grievances meaning nothing in the grand scheme of things.
She knew she was going in the right direction, by the powerful smells of menthol and booze, and the scent of blood. By the time she reached the door leading to the room, she had to pinch her nose shut.
As always, the room was a mess. Numerous weapons and partially eaten body parts littered the floor and tables inside. The bed was messy, and showed clear signs that it hadn’t been washed in quite some time.
Quickly glancing about the room, The Twin found what she was looking for. She tiptoed over and took hold.
The first Horse-Face was in no position to protest, being that he had no head and had been a corpse for a while now.
Then The Twin slung him over his shoulder, and ran back into the passage.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be in here, Sinbad,” Shark told his fiance as the group entered The Twin’s room. “I mean, what if we get in trouble with her?” As he walked, he readjusted Harwood to be more comfortable on his back.
Sinbad just casually snorted with amusement at these concerns. “What is she, all-knowing?”
To this, Annette smirked. Then she became serious again as the group inspected the body in with them.
“Oh, that poor boy,” Dennis solemnly uttered as he got closer. “He didn’t deserve this…”
“Ya think his parents are looking for him? I’d hate to be in the position his mama would be in if she found out what happened to him.”
As they conversed, Sinbad stepped aside and waited for the best time to cut into their chat.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna address the elephant in the room here,” he loudly said to get everyone’s attention. “What the fuck happened earlier?!”
No one really knew how to answer him. However, Harwood started getting a quizzical expression on his face.
“I can’t say for everyone, but for some reason the name ‘Emma’ got into my head.”
“Emma?” Marc asked, to which Harwood nodded. “Which one is it? Watson? Roberts? Bovary? Geller-Green? Coolidge?”
None of Marc’s suggestions were correct, given the way Harwood’s face began twisting into a sickened pout.
“It was…Takasugi?” He said the name as if it were coated with strychnine. “Don’t know why I’m thinking about a name like that.”
Annette now stood up, ready to clarify. “I know why. In my world, that’s the woman you knocked up and left.” Her answer struck him with disgust. But she wasn’t finished talking yet.
“Then at some point, I believe you and Emma had a thing going with Troy Lithgow. Something your…I guess youngest son was happy to emulate.”
She gave a side glance to Sinbad as she said all this, which didn’t go unnoticed given what he asked her.
“Are you insinuating that I should be a fundamentalist mormon?” He asked in a snotty tone of voice. “Or that I’m gonna be bludgeoned to death with a shovel?”
While Annette tried to reason with him, Harwood and Marc began to look deep in thought for a few seconds. Then their eyes widened in horror and realization, as did Sinbad’s.
These revelations were apparently so terrifying, that Harwood fell off Shark’s back onto the hard floor. He hardly noticed as he gripped his hair tightly.
He began shouting. “I slept with a Jap woman?!”
Then came Marc’s turn. “You slept with my stepdad?!”
And finally, Sinbad. “Your stepdad slept with my mom?!”
While the three were carrying on, the others could only really watch as they all did so awkwardly. Sagebear just covered her eyes with her paws. And Annette was at least surprised at what she caused.
Shark and his parents then wandered over to where she was. It seemed he too was wanting to know what it was like in her world.
Annette told him before he could ask, though. “Yeah, in my universe, your parents are dead. Like, both your biological parents. And Blaise married Alma.” Now they, too reacted accordingly.
Blaise was the first one to say something. “Hold on now! Sure, I’ve experimented with my bisexual BFF from time to time, but marry her? I ain’t gonna wreck an awesome friendship like that! She could find plenty of other ladies she could marry besides me!”
“And you’re telling me I was still married to that blonde drunk?! Oh, and let me guess; The lady I saw shoot me repeatedly is the one who killed me?!”
There was only a slow, solemn nod from Annette. In turn, Blaise and Dennis looked at each other in dismay.
“But what about me?” Shark’s voice caused Annette to jump a little. She turned to him and bit her lip, not wishing to actually tell him.
“You became a drunk, and then you hung yourself,” she told him as quickly as she could. He still caught enough the words to cause his face to go pale.
“I was a…And then I…What?” Shark touched his neck, telling Annette what he was thinking. “So that’s how he got that bruising.” He then said quietly.
Feeling a wave of concern wash over her, Annette reached toward Shark, but he backed away from her. The way he fell backwards onto the floor caught everyone’s attention now, silencing them.
“Shark?” Sinbad said his name, but it did nothing. Shark’s face began scrunching up in an all too familiar way.
Their worst fears were confirmed when he started crying, and pounding the floor with his fists.
Now that he was along with The Builder, Horse-Face kept his sights on her as she pointed her knife at him.
“You’d dare hit a girl? That’s one of the most pathetic things a man could ever do! If you can even call yourself that.”
Horse-Face didn’t bother answering her with words. Instead, he lifted his arm up and aimed his glock at her again.
“Now you’re going to shoot a girl? Now that’s even worse!”
“I’m perfectly fine with shooting a girl, if it’s one that’s raped me and my colleagues with a knife,” he said to her. Then he prepared to fire a shot, and did so.
The Builder seemed to have anticipated this, given that she jumped out of the way of it in time. She then began snarling at him.
“I’d say you need to be taught a lesson, but obviously the times I jammed a knife into your ass didn’t get through to you!”
With that, she flipped her knife upside down and lunged at him. Horse-Face just began running to evade her.
Due to her long dress getting in the way, The Builder was having a difficult time catching up. In a bout of frustration, she threw her knife in an attempt to stop him.
He was able to avoid it, and turned around to stop and shoot again. She, too, dodged this bullet.
Once Horse-Face reached the stage she’d been using, he turned to face The Builder again. By this time, she’d grabbed her knife again, and threw it again.
To his dismay, this one got him in the leg, specifically in his knee. He fell to the ground with a thud, unable to get back up.
The Builder just calmly walked over, and casually pulled out the knife, deliberately twisting it to cause him more pain. As she expected, he cried out in agony.
She then got down onto her own knees, and pulled off his mask. He was now beginning to shake with what could only be fear and dread.
“Say it,” she hissed at him. “Say my name. Say the name that the scientists never dared utter.”
Horse-Face remained silent, keeping his mouth tightly closed. Becoming impatient, The Builder grabbed him by his short red hair and repeated her demand: “Say it!”
All Horse-Face could do was swallow and comply. His lips were trembling as he opened his mouth and unsteadily forced the word out:
The Builder appeared to be satisfied. Instead of showing it, she then looked at his wounded knee, and scoffed.
“Look at that…I guess Horsey needs to be put down…Immediately.” She gripped his hair tighter, and dragged him to another side of the stage.
She then snapped her fingers, making a table appear as if out of nowhere. Grinning at it, she then hoisted Horse-Face up onto it.
“I’m glad I took the time to drain out the manboobs on this thing. Don’t want any decapitated heads constantly falling off it, you know.”
Then, with nothing else to say, The Builder took her knife and placed it to Horse-Face’s throat.