JP - James's brother is more fun

“Ya do look like a Gary,” Jaxon commented and slipped a cigarette into his mouth. As he lit it, he continued. “That’s fine with me. We just gotta count ol’ grumpy here out. All he wants to do is find someone to be the perfect meal. Fuckin’ cannibals…”

“Hey! I can’t help that I’m picky!” Razor seethed.

“Yeah, sure, picky. Meat should be meat, bud.” Jaxon chuckled again and slipped out of the window so he could enjoy his cigarette.

“I prefer pork.” Clonestone said. “Especially after I’ve had a woman tied down and…” He described in graphic detail what he would do.

“Wait, wait, wait…you use butter knives?” Jaxon sounded appalled. “Dude, ya gotta get somethin’ better than that.”

Razor could tell he was going to hate this trip.

“I heat the butter knives until they’re red hot.” Clonestone explained. “They leave impressive welts, really make them scream. Especially if you put them in a sensitive place.”

“You need something smaller…” Jaxon waved a hand and dug something out of his backpack. He reached into the cab of the truck, holding out a thin metal object with a slightly circular end to it like a spoon. “This does the same thing, but smaller so more time to hurt them.”

“You two are idiots…” Razor muttered and finally went around the slow driver, flipping them off as they did so. “FUCK YOU, SLOW CUNT!”

Jaxon chuckled. “Don’t ya love how bitchy Razor here gets? He’s hilarious!”

“Sometimes I heat up wires, but I like the stiffness of the butter knives.” Clonestone said. “I make branding irons out of wire hangers. Look, I made a video of it.” Clonestone brought up the video of him torturing Ming Chang and showed it to Jaxon.

“Oh, so that was you?” Jaxon asked. “Neat!”

Razor would keep driving until they had to stop at a gas station to refuel. He would focus on getting the gasoline while Jaxon went into the convenience store, looking around with a grin. “Got any good cigs?” He asked the cashier.

“Uh…” The man looked nervous.

“I want one of everything.” Clonestone said, pointing at the skin mags hidden behind the counter.

“Okay…” The man grabbed everything and rang it all up for them, telling them the price.

“That’s a lot of money just for stupid magazines and some cigs,” Jaxon muttered before smirking and setting the man on fire. “Grab yer stuff, Gary.” He grabbed up his cigarettes and laugh as the man screamed and fell to the floor, slowly setting the whole place on fire.

Razor blinked. “What did you morons do?!” He snapped.

“Got what we wanted.” Jaxon shrugged.

Clonestone was beginning to like this version of James. He got into the truck with his arms full of dirty magazines and snacks. “We should pick up a hooker for the ride.” He told Jaxon.

Jaxon was about to reply, but Razor interrupted.

“Not in the truck! You can fuck all you want when we stop again.” Razor ordered, pointing at both of them. “I don’t care of you fuck or get hookers or whatever, but I want to keep this truck clean! Thrane bitched me out about the car thanks to you!” He glared at Clonestone.

“What about the truck bed?” Clonestone asked. “We can hose it down easily enough.”

Jaxon snorted. “He just doesn’t want to have to clean it up.”

“Damn straight, I don’t, you pyrotechnic shithead!” Razor growled.

Jaxon whistled innocently, looking away. “Poor Razy, he’s all crazy…”

Razor’s eye twitched. “Both of you. Bed of truck.”

“Fine, daaaad.” Jaxon rolled his eyes and got into the bed of the truck, sitting calmly as he lit another cigarette and sighed happily.

Clonestone climbed into the truck bed. “Razor needs to get laid.”

“Yeah, but he’s very picky about everything.” Jaxon waved a hand as they started on the road again. “Dude used to have a wife or something, but Thrane got rid of her. Said she was a liability or something? I dunno. I don’t care enough to know.” He blew out smoke.

“Maybe if we got him a really high quality call girl when we get to the hotel.” Clonestone pondered, opening one of the magazines. “I wish these magazines had more blood in them.”

“Eh, those magazines are for normies.” Jaxon told him. “Take notice that none of ‘em are metas.” He tapped one of the pages. “Boring cunts…”

Razor banged on the window. “I CAN HEAR YOU!”

“Good! Then get laid!” Jaxon laughed.

Razor grumbled. There was only one woman he currently had interest in and she’d taken shotgun pellets like they were candy instead of something destructive.

“Yeah, you have to go on the dark web for the good meta stuff. I made a fortune on that video.” Clonestone said, suddenly getting an idea. “We should make stuff with metas. Like when we catch Tzeitel, take some photos and videos and sell them. Make a business of it.”

“It’d have to be on the dark web, but sure.” Jaxon said with a shrug and finished his cigarette.

“I’m stuck with morons…” Razor muttered and took them to the motel they were to stay at for the night.

“Let’s make some practice videos with hookers!” Clonestone said excitedly, already looking on his phone for service.