I Love You Like an Alcoholic

Seth Alpheus Hunt.Sapphire eyes and a shit-eating grin. I assumed he was Asian the first time I met him but he said that he was born in Russia. I tried to ask him what his age was but he pled the 5th. Half-shaven, a black curly mess on one side and practically bald on the other.The reason half of his head is shaven though is that there's a massive ass scar going from his left eyebrow to the back of his skull, almost touching his spine.He said the reason for this was, "I had a headache one day so I just decided to... remove it."When I asked him about his life's story, he became ecstatic, clapping his hands together."I was born in a small rural town in Russia, I don't remember much from those times but I do remember my brother treating me to some борщ. I think I was... 4 years young then?" He looked at me in confirmation."What? You expect me to know?" He ignored my question and went on."After 5 years of living in the Motherland,

July 5th, 1998.A rundown hotel in the middle of nowhere. Creaking stairs and molding books, nails sticking from the floorboards leading to the basement and dust covering shelves head to toe. Two maids and one person sitting idly at the counter of the hotel.Shelves for keys, locked behind small cupboards. The man at the counter quaintly reading his book, flipping each page, some stained in oil.One of the maids sitting idly on one of the old ripped up couches with a rat in her hands, slowly petting it with a bored expression melted on her face. The other made robotically cleaning what she could by herself, not even breaking a sweat in the hundred-degree weather.The man at the counter sniffs to find a warm smell passing his nostrils."I hope that food is for us." He comments, flipping another page within his book."If you want it, buy it." The maid on the couch responds."We should be getting the food for free, we work here after all

"Hi, we're gonna be your neighbors." Seth stands awkwardly as Michael tries interacting with him. Logan breaks the silence with a clap, heading into room 105. "Ummm... so do you know where the person in 104 is?""No...""I see..." Michael cracks his neck, clicking his tongue, and trying to think of something to continue their conversation."I'll be going now.""Right." He snaps his fingers a bunch, heading into the room with Logan. Seth walks past them, back into his room with Nixon, who is following behind him with food in hand."What are you doing out here?" Seth jumps, spinning around to look at Nixon."Went to greet the other tenants.""Right, well, I got you... your meat jelly..." Nixon quietly gags. handing Seth the covered plate.***"The girls will probably get settled before us so let's make a plan here." Michael starts the conversation, Logan sitting on the couching propping himself up with both arms. "I'm defi

"Trying to kill me didn't work out very well did it?"Melissa looks around her, composing herself, she looks over to Nixon. "Where are we?""A theme park.""I thought... I killed you.""You almost did... but I don't trust anyone. Not even my own friends. My guard is always up for any situation, which is why you are here. Does your neck hurt?""Yes...""Might bruise. I disarmed you and then choked you out with my belt. I almost killed you but I made sure to release it just before your windpipe fully shut so you could pass out.""Why have you taken me here?""To ask you a few questions.""Right... ask away then." Melissa tries moving, but she is bound tightly by ropes. "Not like I have much of a choice in rejecting your questions.""Okay..." Nixon pauses, thinking of a question, and looking down below."I just realized we're on a Ferris wheel.""Yeah, had to make sure that it stopped us at the highest

Somewhere else in a different part of the world. A Volkswagen drives up to a motel in the middle of a desolate desert.Nevada, Las Vegas.A man comes out from the car, he's wearing a hoodie with a coat layered over it with fingerless gloves. He has long greasy black hair, he has a long scar going from his beard to his eye. He licks his dry lips and continues limply to the back of his car, opening the trunk. He takes something from the trunk and heads to the main counter to the motel.A young woman wearing a red sweater sits at the counter, she appears to be chewing on a piece of gum. The young woman notices the man and asks why he was there."Do you know an Alpha and Artego here?"She confirms that the people he is referring to are at the motel and are living on the second floor, three rooms down. The man thanks the woman, heading back outside and up the stairs.He knocks on their door. The sound of panic, frantic yelling, and thudding, like