Kincaid's memories
The reflections of rainy-day memories for the man nicknamed, Goliath.
The House in the Deep Woods
“How long are you going to beat the recruits into a bloody pulp?”
Kincaid was standing out on the veranda, cigarette half hanging from his mouth when the person behind him made their presence known. Leaves and branches shook with the rough wind of the upcoming storm, black clouds rolling and rumbling in the distance with dreary foreboding.
“How long are you going to hold their hands while they fuck up?” Kincaid retorted, filling the corresponding silence with a drag from the stick.
“I get that you used to be a high commander but do you realize you aren’t in that position any longer? The Big 3 won’t be so kind if they think you’re more of a harm than good.” The worn wood on the door frame grated as it was leaned on.
Kincaid eyes narrowed as he peeked back over his shoulder to glare at the man. As much as he wanted to pummel those yellow eyes back into their sockets, Niles had saved his hind-end more times than one could count on both hands.
Niles was a young for a doctor, just barely scraping his 28th birthday after having a good few years of experience taking care of those in the company. Wild black curls framed his face, sharp glasses and a physique that barely registered as “I work out twice a week.”
“Glare at me all you want to but we both know it’s true.” He raised an eyebrow; a droll stare boring into his Kincaid’s skull.
Thunder cracked closer to the worn two-story, lighting up the deep purple sky with bolts of erratic electricity. The noise warranted a jump from the younger man; a nervous expression replacing the annoyed one.
“Go away before you piss yourself.” Kincaid tittered, reveling in the depressing weather. The pure destructive thought of lightning made him shiver with glee.
“Suit yourself, shit head.” Niles hissed, swiveling to return to the safety of the worn house. “Oh, and before I forget, your physical is nearly due.”
When the door closed, Kincaid let out a long puff of smoke, sighing at the sprinkles of rain that finally danced down from the clouds. For the rest of the evening, one could see a large silhouette leaning against the veranda rails from the forest-covered driveway.