Jesaiah shook his head. “Fuck you and fuck your bitch. Weird-ass nigga.”
Dio bellowed in laughter. “Never weird. Insane? Fuck yeah! It’s always the ones who don’t get pussy that say fuck a bitch they’re chasing like rats to funky-ass cheese.”
Whap!
He hit him in the face, sending blood flying from his mouth. Jesaiah laughed. “You ain’t no Chi nigga.”
“Actually, I am. Your auntie told me you like jazz. Shit kind ofslaps. Excuses are the tools of incompetence, and I’m not the one to make an excuse for what I’m about to do. Dean Big Brother Thick Neck!” he yelled like a maniac. “So, I’m going to school your ass, and then I’m going to kill you right in front of that pretty face you were chasing after,” he said as he pointed at me.
Whap!
This time, Jesaiah’s head rolled back and then came forward with a bloody nose. “I always hated your ass. You’re weak!” he shouted, blood flying from his mouth.
Whap!
“You named me, remember? You knew exactly who I was, and weak was never it, so let me remind you. Hades the God! The Alpha of the Underworld. The dark unknown. Hades, the master of eternal life. It doesn’t matter how you try to break me. I. Cannot. Be. Broken!” His voice lowered into something sinister.
My eyes bounced between the two as I watched their interaction. I knew Jesaiah had gone too far that night, and it would only be a matter of time before Dio unleashed on him, but I didn’t think it would be like this. The jazz music stopped as a trap song began to play. Dio began bobbing his body to the music.
“Clarence Mercier, father to Clark Mercier, born 1950. Pledged Chi Kappa Chi when he was nineteen in 1969,” Dio started, head still bobbing to the music.
He walked over to his bag, grabbed black gloves, and slid them on. He suddenly paused as he moved his head, hitting the beat like it was his favorite part before he danced his way over to Jesaiah.
“Grace Mercier, born 1970, only a year after that fuck nigga pledged. Clark continued and graduated summa cum laude in 1973. Clark, your dean, your God, a man who fuck on teenage girls, a man who created one of the niggas who made me!” he shouted.
He turned to me and tapped my chin. “Samara, the nigga youlove is a fucking monster and demon. Everything Chev said I was, baby, I am.”
Dio slid the orange shiesty down over his face. “The show is about to start, Mars. In 1988, a king was born. Clark Jonathan Mercier!” he roared as he turned me. “That's June Calloway to you, Mars. So, you see, Jesaiah, how easy it would have been to do your homework? Isn’t that what you told us on the line? You, my nigga, are not a representation of Chi Kappa Chi. You’re a fuck nigga, one who thought he was going to fuck my girl then dog me out! You are a mediocre-ass nigga with no talent, no vision, no love, no heart, and still no bitches!”
Jesaiah’s eyes slowly rose to Dio. “Fuck you and that Calloway nigga. I don’t owe you shit. I had to earn my way into the Chi, and so did you. That man you speak of, Clark, he guided me. He helped me when nigga’s like you ran over me. I don’t give a fuck!” he screamed. “My soul is gone nigga so do what you got to—"
Suddenly, Dio’s arm swung, slashing Jesaiah’s face, sending his blood gushing onto my dress. My eyes widened. “Dio, what the hell!” I shouted.
He shook his head at me as he walked behind Jesaiah. “Keith was a pass. This nigga gets none.”
Jesaiah started screaming for help, but I knew the way Dio had this planned, nobody was coming to save him. “Bitch nigga, you tortured me on purpose. You remember that night in the club, when you snatched her away from me? Huh? I saw you looking at me. Fuck nigga, you knew exactly what you were doing, and so did I. Mars, this is what will happen when you keep playing with muhfuckin fire!”
Jab! Jab! Jab!
Dio plunged the knife into his chest, then his neck. His eyes were manic as he glanced at me. “Can you love a nigga like me!?”
Jab!
“Huh, Samara!”
Jab!
“This is who I am. The Prince. The killer. Your Dionysus!”
Jab! Jab!
Tears welled in my eyes. “Can you handle this shit, because baby when a nigga is on go, I act first, ask questions never. This is the Zoo. This is what you will have forever. Now tell me, can you handle this shit?!” he barked at me over Jesaiah’s lifeless body.
I slowly wiped my eyes of the tears that were soaking up the mask. “Yes!” I cried. “I knew who you were when I saw you after what happened to Esteban. I accepted you then and accept you now.”
Dio moved closer and squatted in front of me. His eyes returned to their Dionysus state: gentle, loving, and passionate. He reached out and wiped my tears through the opening of the shiesty.
“Yeah, you ready now. Aye, Foe, I’m done!”
