With the fly in control, they flew much, much higher than Brad was used to as they made a beeline away from Mark. Their wings buzzed against their back as they climbed through the air, above the treeline, landing on the roof of Brad’s neighbor’s place. Still reeling, Brad watched as Mark shut the front door behind him.
The death of the female fly in such a grotesque fashion disturbed his human side, but for better or worse, the fly half of him was already over it. Flies didn’t have morals, ethics..just instincts. It was comforting, in a way, to push his emotions over to that unfeeling side, after all he’d been through. He just needed to get home.
Of course, this just lent the fly side of him even more leverage over his human half.
Their wings buzzed again, the fly taking off from the roof.
Home, Brad commanded. Safe. Shelter.
The fly agreed, buzzing towards an intoxicating scent. The same scent from earlier. That.. that garbage can in their neighbors backyard..
No!! Brad yelled, fighting against the fly. Home! House! Inside with mark!
Safe here, the fly responded. Home. Safety in numbers.
Brad didn’t appreciate the fly grasping such concepts. At..at least. Mark had the batteries. And remotes have range. He’d just.. turn back in his neighbors garbage. Shamefully run back home. And blame it all on the software.
They landed, together.