He was standing in the elevator, briefcase in hand, he was almost giddy. A small smile was perched upon his face as he patiently waited for the doors to open. The elevator made a small ding at the top floor; he casually strolled out with briefcase in hand. The white, sterile walls seemed warm and inviting instead of the usual alienation he usually felt walking down the hallowed halls. The conference room was on the left, he opened the door to see a room full of people seated around a long table.
He shut the door behind him, discreetly locking them behind him. “Good evening gentlemen, where should I start?” He said brightly, he opened his briefcase looking inside, there were various knives, guns, hand grenades, anthrax laced letters, you know, the usual “Whenever you’re ready” the president said. “I’ve lived in this city, all my life, these are my people” He started, pacing the room back and forth “I know what they think, what they want, what makes them tick” “where are you going with this?” the president demanded impatiently “just work with me. You’re trying to market to them right? Get up and look at these people, come on” he signaled them to join him as he gazed out the window.
Like sheep they slowly got up and looked out the window, “you see them mister president?” “why yes I do, sid””That hobo, the old lady, the friendly neighborhood mugger, not to mention that platoon of snipers on the opposing building” he said, banging on the window on the last word. “I’m sorry, what was that la-“ several shots rang throughout the room. The sound of broken glass, of several bodies hitting the floor; the sounds of the outside filled the now windowless room. Sid took out his phone and dialed “nice job taco, knew you could do it” he put the phone away and put on his best surprised face, he ran out of the room quickly. “THERE HAS BEEN A SHOOTING SOMEONE HELP!” he yelled urgently alerting near everyone on the floor.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
chapter 22
Sid was sitting at his cubicle typing away on an excel spread sheet, he heard footsteps getting louder until he heard a familiar voice. “Have you seen David?” it was his boss; Sid looked up “me? Not since yesterday””yesterday? But you weren’t here.””We hung out, go figure” Sid said flippantly. The boss seemed stressed “the board wants to see you, they heard you have an important presentation” a smile cracked across his face “Oh I do, thank you sir” he said enthusiastically, almost too much he thought to himself. “They’ll see you tomorrow””okay, thank you sir” Sid said gratefully, going back to work. He sat there writing down random numbers; after all, he hadn’t intended on keeping the job. He started thinking of his plan, how he would eliminate every single person in that room.
Now there is the concept of controlled explosives, plastic explosive placed in strategetic locations throughout the base of the building, the bigger they are as they say. Another option would be a silenced semi-automatic; there are twelve shots in the clip, and twelve members of the board, so this one requires a great deal of skill. There is poison, he could spike all their drinks, everyone likes being given a drink, who says no? He remembered the conference room had a window on one side of it, the building across from which is an old abandoned sky scraper that loomed monolithically above the city, affectionately called “That giant shithole” it’s always empty, a good spot for taco and her crew to snipe them without any trouble. He had so many ideas; his eyes showed intensity they hadn’t shown in years.
After work he walked cautiously down the hallway to his apartment room, hoping beyond hope that the man he had met earlier wasn’t still waiting. He found out to his dismay the man was still waiting “good you’re home, we have much to discuss” Sid let slip an audible groan “fuck, what do you want?” “I have an important mission for you” Sid thought for a second “that sounds reasonable, tell you what, come see me tomorrow, something tells me I’ll be out of a job, now out, out out! out! out! out!” Sid said hastily, scooting the man out the door. He had to be alone, he had to prepare.
Now there is the concept of controlled explosives, plastic explosive placed in strategetic locations throughout the base of the building, the bigger they are as they say. Another option would be a silenced semi-automatic; there are twelve shots in the clip, and twelve members of the board, so this one requires a great deal of skill. There is poison, he could spike all their drinks, everyone likes being given a drink, who says no? He remembered the conference room had a window on one side of it, the building across from which is an old abandoned sky scraper that loomed monolithically above the city, affectionately called “That giant shithole” it’s always empty, a good spot for taco and her crew to snipe them without any trouble. He had so many ideas; his eyes showed intensity they hadn’t shown in years.
After work he walked cautiously down the hallway to his apartment room, hoping beyond hope that the man he had met earlier wasn’t still waiting. He found out to his dismay the man was still waiting “good you’re home, we have much to discuss” Sid let slip an audible groan “fuck, what do you want?” “I have an important mission for you” Sid thought for a second “that sounds reasonable, tell you what, come see me tomorrow, something tells me I’ll be out of a job, now out, out out! out! out! out!” Sid said hastily, scooting the man out the door. He had to be alone, he had to prepare.
chapter 21
He was walking hastily to his nine-to-five, going haphazardly down the filthy sidewalk. He stopped suddenly when he saw himself in the reflection of a shop window. He was wearing a black suit, but the white shirt underneath was covered in blood. He figured he’d stop off at his apartment on the way there; he started to head up the stairs of his apartment building. He saw light slithering under his door; he pulled his gun from his holster and slowly opened his door.
A tall dark figure stood in the middle of his dingy apartment “Oh come on, get out of here. It’s too early to deal with this shit. Get out of my apartment.” He said, waving his gun around casually “I have something to tell you, sir” the man said in a voice that seemed wholly unearthly “I’m already late for work I came here to clean myself up, job went badly you understand, right?” he said changing his shirt “but sir I-“”listen I’m really busy but I’m sure you have life-changing revelations that will changes the way I look at every little piece of shit in this city but right now I’m two hours late so tell me when I get back, K?” he said while slipping on his blazer, not bothering to hear his answer as he strolled out the door, shutting it behind him, reeking of aftershave and looking like an asshole.
A tall dark figure stood in the middle of his dingy apartment “Oh come on, get out of here. It’s too early to deal with this shit. Get out of my apartment.” He said, waving his gun around casually “I have something to tell you, sir” the man said in a voice that seemed wholly unearthly “I’m already late for work I came here to clean myself up, job went badly you understand, right?” he said changing his shirt “but sir I-“”listen I’m really busy but I’m sure you have life-changing revelations that will changes the way I look at every little piece of shit in this city but right now I’m two hours late so tell me when I get back, K?” he said while slipping on his blazer, not bothering to hear his answer as he strolled out the door, shutting it behind him, reeking of aftershave and looking like an asshole.
chapter 20
The air was warm and friendly, the sun was shining bright, the looming buildings and rotting cars stood covered in moss, everything was gone, everyone was gone. Sid was all that was left, there was utter silence. Finally he saw him, six foot nothing, his black hair hung lazily down straight as a razor, his face was gaunt and pale, Sid recognized him right away, it was his dear old dad. “Hello, son” the man said calmly “I see you’ve become quite the bastard haven’t you? The apple doesn’t fall far as they say” he chuckled, Sid had his hands into fists “Dad.” He said angrily “It’s been a long time”. “Sure has, now let’s get one thing straight boy, I know what you’re doing, I know what you’ve done, you’re no better than me, you condescending asshole.” the words shook sid to the core, “I’m looking forward to the day you try to kill me, boy, you pasty impudent fuck.” The man had remained calm as he said these words, sid lunged at him with his knife, but dad was fast, grabbing his knife and stabbing sid in the stomache, and he twisted the knife. He awoke in a panic, he realized he had been dreaming, fallen asleep on the couch no less, but he wasn’t in his dingy little apartment, he was at his mark’s apartment, she was asleep as was two men on the opposite side of the room, asleep sitting on another couch, he got up slowly. “Leave through the window, we need as little attention to this shitty little building as possible” taco said in her sleep. Sid followed her instructions and got onto the fire escape, it was noon and the sun beat down on him, he was late for work.
chapter 19
After Sid had bandaged himself up they gathered in a circle, to his left was the aforementioned Taco, in front of him was this mountain of a man with long blonde hair, bob, his name was apparently. He thought that was it originally, but then he heard a door slam to his left and he looked, a round bearded man who was almost as tall as bob walked nonchalantly into the circle to the right of Sid, he looked vaguely like Silent Bob. “alright light that shit up, Sid” Taco said calmly, he took hold of the pipe, lit the bud and inhaled slowly, he started coughing violently “that’s…..good…..shit” he said between coughs. He passed it to his left and felt a little ashamed when everyone else didn’t cough once, except lunch box, who coughed excessively after his turn. The circle split apart after they finished the bowl “come, let’s talk” Taco told Sid so they both moved for a broken down couch in front of an old black and white T.V.
When he sat down he looked around the room, there were blood stains everywhere, Bob was in the other side of the room sparring with a punching bag. Lunch Box was staring out the window singing an old flogging molly song “No her love never set me free So I set off for the ocean, Now in my dreams she comes to me Whispering of peace, But I've known since the day That we sailed for Santiago, Her dry embrace would kiss my face No never, No more.” He felt like asking the obvious “what’s with all the blood stains?” he asked “some of it is from when Bob and Lunch Box spar, the rest is from other assassination attempts” She answered “you didn’t honestly think you were the first to try, did you?” Sid didn’t know what to say, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind, he was hoping the question was rhetorical. “Sorry about shooting your little buddy down there, hope you don’t mind” she said after a while “don’t worry about it, he wasn’t all that interesting either way” Sid said in a very relaxed voice “I’m eager to see why you spared my life to be honest.”
They sat there on the couch watching an old VHS of Mr. Ed, after a while Sid finally said something “you know, this whole city used to be an isolated marsh” he stated, “wait, how old are you?” she asked “I’m not actually sure, I don’t remember much of my childhood anymore so it must’ve been a long time ago, I only remember that bad parts now.” “I only remember your mom’s bad parts” she added jokingly “my mom was brutally slaughtered by my father” he stated coldly, it grew quiet. “Awkwaaaaard….”she said after a while, “remind me to never make your mom jokes around you, you fucking ruin them” Sid thought about it “sorry, Taco.” Suddenly Lunch Box chimed in “Aren’t you the one who’s trying to take down Globo-chem?” He asked, he spoke slowly “I….might be involved with such a mission” Sid said reluctantly “HEH, good luck with that, man, there’s more at work there than you know.” Lunch Box chuckled “Oh I know, I know all too well.” Sid said leaning back on the couch.
When he sat down he looked around the room, there were blood stains everywhere, Bob was in the other side of the room sparring with a punching bag. Lunch Box was staring out the window singing an old flogging molly song “No her love never set me free So I set off for the ocean, Now in my dreams she comes to me Whispering of peace, But I've known since the day That we sailed for Santiago, Her dry embrace would kiss my face No never, No more.” He felt like asking the obvious “what’s with all the blood stains?” he asked “some of it is from when Bob and Lunch Box spar, the rest is from other assassination attempts” She answered “you didn’t honestly think you were the first to try, did you?” Sid didn’t know what to say, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind, he was hoping the question was rhetorical. “Sorry about shooting your little buddy down there, hope you don’t mind” she said after a while “don’t worry about it, he wasn’t all that interesting either way” Sid said in a very relaxed voice “I’m eager to see why you spared my life to be honest.”
They sat there on the couch watching an old VHS of Mr. Ed, after a while Sid finally said something “you know, this whole city used to be an isolated marsh” he stated, “wait, how old are you?” she asked “I’m not actually sure, I don’t remember much of my childhood anymore so it must’ve been a long time ago, I only remember that bad parts now.” “I only remember your mom’s bad parts” she added jokingly “my mom was brutally slaughtered by my father” he stated coldly, it grew quiet. “Awkwaaaaard….”she said after a while, “remind me to never make your mom jokes around you, you fucking ruin them” Sid thought about it “sorry, Taco.” Suddenly Lunch Box chimed in “Aren’t you the one who’s trying to take down Globo-chem?” He asked, he spoke slowly “I….might be involved with such a mission” Sid said reluctantly “HEH, good luck with that, man, there’s more at work there than you know.” Lunch Box chuckled “Oh I know, I know all too well.” Sid said leaning back on the couch.
chapter 18
The air was still and smelled of rotting garbage, every step echoed loudly reminding them how conspicuous they were being. A warehouse came into view in the distance, it looked about four blocks away, the shape he saw earlier came more into focus, he was sure of it now, horns. Suddenly, a shot rang out, Sid looked over and Dave was on the ground with a gaping hole right between his eyes, a pool was forming already. Partly out of fear, partly out of rage, he made a mad dash for the door of the warehouse. He heard several more shots whiz by his head, until he crashed through the front door.
He took a deep breath and regained his composure, he crept up the stairs and what he saw he was not ready for, the shooter was a short, skinny, rather cute, Mexican, girl, the actual horns were just a hat. He was so taken aback by this he actually couldn’t help but take a few steps forward, the shooter grabbed her trusty rifle by the barrel and pistol whipped Sid across his face. He staggered; the girl climbed his skinny frame and stabbed him multiple times in the back. Finally she kicked him in the head and he blacked out.
He finally awoke slowly and saw two sets of shoes one set much bigger than the other “so is this one of the bitches who tried to kill you?” a clearly male voice asked “why yes indeed, it is” said another voice in a faux british accent “Fuck what a mess…what do you want to do with them? This one is still alive.” The man stated “I don’t care about the douche lying in the alley, but I’ve hear weird things about this one, I think I’ll help him up” she stated calmly and crouched down “well hello there, Sid, need help up?” Sid was apprehensive and honestly, quite a but dizzy too “you…….you stabbed me” he said after a while “Bob here would’ve snapped you’re scrawny neck, and I don’t even wanna think about what chawlie would do to you, I’m the nice one.” She said with almost a friendly tone. As Sid got up he became more comfortable “considering you know my name, it’s only fair I learn yours.” “Taco, Taco Sanchez, now are you gonna help us finish this bowl or not?”
He took a deep breath and regained his composure, he crept up the stairs and what he saw he was not ready for, the shooter was a short, skinny, rather cute, Mexican, girl, the actual horns were just a hat. He was so taken aback by this he actually couldn’t help but take a few steps forward, the shooter grabbed her trusty rifle by the barrel and pistol whipped Sid across his face. He staggered; the girl climbed his skinny frame and stabbed him multiple times in the back. Finally she kicked him in the head and he blacked out.
He finally awoke slowly and saw two sets of shoes one set much bigger than the other “so is this one of the bitches who tried to kill you?” a clearly male voice asked “why yes indeed, it is” said another voice in a faux british accent “Fuck what a mess…what do you want to do with them? This one is still alive.” The man stated “I don’t care about the douche lying in the alley, but I’ve hear weird things about this one, I think I’ll help him up” she stated calmly and crouched down “well hello there, Sid, need help up?” Sid was apprehensive and honestly, quite a but dizzy too “you…….you stabbed me” he said after a while “Bob here would’ve snapped you’re scrawny neck, and I don’t even wanna think about what chawlie would do to you, I’m the nice one.” She said with almost a friendly tone. As Sid got up he became more comfortable “considering you know my name, it’s only fair I learn yours.” “Taco, Taco Sanchez, now are you gonna help us finish this bowl or not?”
chapter 17
The car was silent for a long time, finally Sid broke the silence “so, tell me about our mark” Dave looked over at him, he seemed worried “the real reason I’m bringing you with me Sid” he started “is because our mark is extremely dangerous. The only person who survived meeting this person, swears to this day the person had horns” he said dryly. “Horns?” Sid asked, raising an eyebrow “yeah, can you tell why I’m worried?” Sid nodded slightly, and the car was silent again.
As they drove the buildings somehow appeared dingier, more run down than usual. His bearded brethren huddled around flaming trash cans. It somehow became darker, even though it was around noon, it was almost pitch black. “Wait, our mark is in the fucking ghetto?!” Sid asked infuriated, “yep, you know what that means; we have to do this the old fashioned way, no firearms.” Dave said matter-of-factly, Sid actually perked up a little. Dave stopped the car at a pitch black alleyway, “it’s too narrow, we’re walking from here, come on” they both got out of the car and made their way into the pitch black alleyway. As Sid scanned the distance he could see a shape in a far off window, horns.
As they drove the buildings somehow appeared dingier, more run down than usual. His bearded brethren huddled around flaming trash cans. It somehow became darker, even though it was around noon, it was almost pitch black. “Wait, our mark is in the fucking ghetto?!” Sid asked infuriated, “yep, you know what that means; we have to do this the old fashioned way, no firearms.” Dave said matter-of-factly, Sid actually perked up a little. Dave stopped the car at a pitch black alleyway, “it’s too narrow, we’re walking from here, come on” they both got out of the car and made their way into the pitch black alleyway. As Sid scanned the distance he could see a shape in a far off window, horns.
chapter 16
The outside world was getting brighter out after a few more hours, it was time for him to get ready for work. He removed his head from the filthy window and took a shower, trying hard to get the blood stains out. He looked in the mirror, same face staring back at him; he slicked his hair back to hide how stringy it is. Buttoned up his suit and took a final look in the mirror, he looked like an asshole, which is exactly what he was going for.
He stepped quickly down the stairs and out the door, the light blinded him momentarily. In a daze he walked down the street, he saw a bloody cadaver against the wall with a knife sticking out of his remaining eye; he stopped for a moment to admire his handiwork. A considerably large puddle of blood had formed around the stiff; he decided to keep walking before he raised suspicions. It seems it was a little too late for that.
A blue compact car pulled up next to him “you really did a number on that guy Sid” the man inside said between chuckles “really nice work, never knew you were an artist”. Sid got a little closer to look inside the car; it was Dave, his friend from work “need a ride?” Sid thought about it for a second “sure, don’t see why not”. He went around and got in the passenger side, “so, how’d you know I killed that guy?” Sid asked after a while “you aren’t the only one with connections, Sid, we have more in common than you think” Dave said coolly. “you and me, Sid, have the same kind of hobbies” he said with a slight chuckle “and let’s just say we both have ‘multiple jobs’” Sid knew what he was getting at, but he had no clue how someone who seemed as normal as Dave could be like him.”.” Sick minds think alike” Sid said, he slowly started realizing they drove past the offices a while ago "um, where are we going?" he asked after a while. "We have a job to do Sid".
He stepped quickly down the stairs and out the door, the light blinded him momentarily. In a daze he walked down the street, he saw a bloody cadaver against the wall with a knife sticking out of his remaining eye; he stopped for a moment to admire his handiwork. A considerably large puddle of blood had formed around the stiff; he decided to keep walking before he raised suspicions. It seems it was a little too late for that.
A blue compact car pulled up next to him “you really did a number on that guy Sid” the man inside said between chuckles “really nice work, never knew you were an artist”. Sid got a little closer to look inside the car; it was Dave, his friend from work “need a ride?” Sid thought about it for a second “sure, don’t see why not”. He went around and got in the passenger side, “so, how’d you know I killed that guy?” Sid asked after a while “you aren’t the only one with connections, Sid, we have more in common than you think” Dave said coolly. “you and me, Sid, have the same kind of hobbies” he said with a slight chuckle “and let’s just say we both have ‘multiple jobs’” Sid knew what he was getting at, but he had no clue how someone who seemed as normal as Dave could be like him.”.” Sick minds think alike” Sid said, he slowly started realizing they drove past the offices a while ago "um, where are we going?" he asked after a while. "We have a job to do Sid".
chapter 15
He couldn’t sleep, it was six A.M. now and all he could do is stare out the window. The air had gotten cold, the only reason he knew was because his breath was floating in the air, taunting him, reminding him he was still alive. Every time a car passed by the headlights would fill the apartment with disquieting shadows. His face was pressed against the window, his sunken eyes searching the barren streets for signs of life. He wasn’t expecting to see anything but it murdered time rather well.
He started thinking about his father, the psychotic bastard that raised him. One night he brutally murdered his wife, with his son watching no less. Of course, Sid was young and frightened then, but not anymore, everyday he contemplates the horrible things he’ll do to that man. He still remembers his face same sunken eyes, same black stringy hair, same murderous look in his eyes. Sid hated mirrors, every time he looks in one he sees that bastard staring back at him.
The night he killed his wife he left the home, Sid was completely alone, he was nine at the time. Eleven years, for eleven years he had to fend for himself, he learned to fight, to kill, to hide. He had a friend who taught him how to read and write, he was taught the importance of laying low, playing it cool. Had it not been for his father he wouldn’t be the man he is today, he might’ve even been normal. “I’m going to kill you one day” he said to himself, he didn’t know if it was true but it also slaughtered time mercilessly.
He started thinking about his father, the psychotic bastard that raised him. One night he brutally murdered his wife, with his son watching no less. Of course, Sid was young and frightened then, but not anymore, everyday he contemplates the horrible things he’ll do to that man. He still remembers his face same sunken eyes, same black stringy hair, same murderous look in his eyes. Sid hated mirrors, every time he looks in one he sees that bastard staring back at him.
The night he killed his wife he left the home, Sid was completely alone, he was nine at the time. Eleven years, for eleven years he had to fend for himself, he learned to fight, to kill, to hide. He had a friend who taught him how to read and write, he was taught the importance of laying low, playing it cool. Had it not been for his father he wouldn’t be the man he is today, he might’ve even been normal. “I’m going to kill you one day” he said to himself, he didn’t know if it was true but it also slaughtered time mercilessly.
chapter 14
A lone man stepped inside an old boarded up house that appeared to be in the middle of a swamp, a strange fog wafted in the air. When the door shut behind him the whole house shook, it looked as if it would crumble at any time. Then it was still as a graveyard, until a scream broke the silence, it was an unearthly, blood-curdling scream. A woman ran out of the house at breakneck speed, the lone figure was mere feet behind her, try as she might she couldn’t escape him, he grabbed her by the neck and plunged a knife into her stomach. Again the blood curdling scream “HELP ME SYDNEY!”
Sid woke up in a panic; he was sweating like crazy, back in his old apartment. “Sydney” he said to himself “no one’s called me that since…” suddenly he remembered who that woman was, it came to him in a flash, he was remembering his mother’s death. Remembering his father ripping her apart with that knife, it still haunted him to this day. His apartment was exactly as he remembered, even the big bloody letters, “if I ever find you father” he said out loud “I’ll tear you to pieces” he hadn’t realized yet but he had punched a good sized hole in the wall.
Sid woke up in a panic; he was sweating like crazy, back in his old apartment. “Sydney” he said to himself “no one’s called me that since…” suddenly he remembered who that woman was, it came to him in a flash, he was remembering his mother’s death. Remembering his father ripping her apart with that knife, it still haunted him to this day. His apartment was exactly as he remembered, even the big bloody letters, “if I ever find you father” he said out loud “I’ll tear you to pieces” he hadn’t realized yet but he had punched a good sized hole in the wall.
chapter 13
He was tired, very tired, it finally dawned on him that he hadn’t slept in weeks, the bags under his eyes were returning with a vengeance. His old apartment seemed like a good place to sleep, he wondered calmly if it would be in the same condition. He walked down the darkened streets, it was about two A.M. and this was a dangerous city. Two blocks away from Globo-chem, and about twenty-three blocks from his old apartment, he saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye. A rather skinny man clad in black clothes stepped out of an alley with a knife in his hand. “give me your money or I swear to god I’ll gut you like a fish!” he said angrily, Sid stopped in his tracks, he wasn’t scared, on the contrary he seemed amused “oh?” he said “do you know who I am?” he asked in a joking manner “I don’t give two fucks who you are if you don’t empty your pockets I’ll tear you to shreds!!!”. Sid, feeling playful, slapped the man lightly to piss him off.
“You think I’m kidding asshole?!” the mugger said, he then attempted to stab Sid, who dodged it effortlessly and delivered another light slap to really rile him up.”Motherfucker!” he yelled at the top of his lungs and made several lunges each one missed and met with a little slap, “okay” Sid said calmly “I’m done playing with you” with that, he deftly reached out, and ripped the muggers eye straight out. Blood shot out in spurts as he screamed his lungs out. Sid held the eye by the long ropy stem and had it go back and forth like a pendulum “you are getting bloody, very bloody HAHAHAHAHA” he laughed maniacally, by this time the mugger was limping away leaving a trail of blood. “I’m not done with you yet” Sid said as he grabbed the mugger by the head and slammed it into a wall making the man fall to the ground, he stumbled to his feet again.
He grabbed the hand that’s holding the knife and bent his index finger back until you could hear the bone snapping, the man lost his grip on the knife, Sid then grabbed it and stabbed the man in the stomach. This caused him to slide down the wall until he was sitting on the ground bleeding and coughing, “well, it’s been fun, but I need to go to bed” Sid said, crouching down to his level “besides, I have work in the morning, maybe if you had a fucking job you wouldn’t have ended up a pile of dead on the sidewalk.” And with that, Sid ran the blade quickly across the man’s jugular. Going on his merry way with a spring in his step, leaving the knife embedded in the man’s other eye.
“You think I’m kidding asshole?!” the mugger said, he then attempted to stab Sid, who dodged it effortlessly and delivered another light slap to really rile him up.”Motherfucker!” he yelled at the top of his lungs and made several lunges each one missed and met with a little slap, “okay” Sid said calmly “I’m done playing with you” with that, he deftly reached out, and ripped the muggers eye straight out. Blood shot out in spurts as he screamed his lungs out. Sid held the eye by the long ropy stem and had it go back and forth like a pendulum “you are getting bloody, very bloody HAHAHAHAHA” he laughed maniacally, by this time the mugger was limping away leaving a trail of blood. “I’m not done with you yet” Sid said as he grabbed the mugger by the head and slammed it into a wall making the man fall to the ground, he stumbled to his feet again.
He grabbed the hand that’s holding the knife and bent his index finger back until you could hear the bone snapping, the man lost his grip on the knife, Sid then grabbed it and stabbed the man in the stomach. This caused him to slide down the wall until he was sitting on the ground bleeding and coughing, “well, it’s been fun, but I need to go to bed” Sid said, crouching down to his level “besides, I have work in the morning, maybe if you had a fucking job you wouldn’t have ended up a pile of dead on the sidewalk.” And with that, Sid ran the blade quickly across the man’s jugular. Going on his merry way with a spring in his step, leaving the knife embedded in the man’s other eye.
chapter 12
The day went by pretty uneventfully, as did the next day, after about a week Sid was called to see his boss. He was a little apprehensive but I wouldn’t say worried, he had been smart and clever, undetectable. “You wanted to see me sir?” he asked poking his head through the crack in the door “yes please have a seat, I want to have a little chat” the man said calmly. He was not an unpleasant man, but Sid was bad with authority figures, he was suppressing the urge to punch him in the face for being in a higher position. The authority figure in question was a very squishy man, his hairline was receding at a very noticeable rate, his nose was round and had a bit of a shine to it, a bit stereotypical when you think of what a boss should look like.
“I know what you are, Sid” he said with a strange tone to his voice “oh?” Sid said feigning interest “then what am I?” the man played with some papers he had scattered on his desk, “you” he continued “are a real go-getter, a man with a lot of ambition, I’m telling you Sid, you have a lot of potential in this company” his tone lightened immensely “people have been talking about you Sid, they’re starting to take notice, I wouldn’t be surprised if the board of directors wanted to see you soon”. At that thought he perked up a little “really?” he said, rather enthused at the thought; the words “board of directors” floated in the air in a dark red haze.
“Thank you, you know what? I like you sir,” Sid said in a faux happy voice, he was lying obviously but his boss was too stupid to notice “why thank you Sid, I like you too” in reality Sid was thinking “I can’t wait to put a few slugs through your head, fucking asshole” but the rather large man couldn’t tell. “I’m promoting you for your contributions” he tried hard to remember what position he was in before the boss said that “thank you sir, I would be a?” “you’ll be an assistant supervisor, that’s an extra two dollars an hour in case you were wondering” Sid raised an eyebrow to show he was still listening “one step closer to bringing this shitty company down, then I won’t have to wear this goddamned monkey suit and pretend I’m having a good time” he gave the boss the obligatory high five and left the office, just another day at Globo-chem.
“I know what you are, Sid” he said with a strange tone to his voice “oh?” Sid said feigning interest “then what am I?” the man played with some papers he had scattered on his desk, “you” he continued “are a real go-getter, a man with a lot of ambition, I’m telling you Sid, you have a lot of potential in this company” his tone lightened immensely “people have been talking about you Sid, they’re starting to take notice, I wouldn’t be surprised if the board of directors wanted to see you soon”. At that thought he perked up a little “really?” he said, rather enthused at the thought; the words “board of directors” floated in the air in a dark red haze.
“Thank you, you know what? I like you sir,” Sid said in a faux happy voice, he was lying obviously but his boss was too stupid to notice “why thank you Sid, I like you too” in reality Sid was thinking “I can’t wait to put a few slugs through your head, fucking asshole” but the rather large man couldn’t tell. “I’m promoting you for your contributions” he tried hard to remember what position he was in before the boss said that “thank you sir, I would be a?” “you’ll be an assistant supervisor, that’s an extra two dollars an hour in case you were wondering” Sid raised an eyebrow to show he was still listening “one step closer to bringing this shitty company down, then I won’t have to wear this goddamned monkey suit and pretend I’m having a good time” he gave the boss the obligatory high five and left the office, just another day at Globo-chem.
chapter 11
“Immediately, if possible” Sid said coolly “alright then” Harry said standing up, Sid stood up as well and they shook hands “welcome to the Globo-chem family, do you have any questions?” as Sid partook in the awkward activity called “shaking hands” he could swear he felt lighter than usual “yes actually, where is the employee bathroom?” “Oh that?” Harry said “it’s just down the hall, I’m sure you can find it, welcome once again. Your cubicle is number forty six, we look forward to working with you” “alright thank you, sir” Sid knew you have to be tactful in these situations.
He didn’t actually need to use the bathroom but he needed to see what he looked like, he leaned in and stared at himself closely, his usually stringy long hair had been cut and his five o’ clock shadow was completely gone, he was in a nice little monkey suit, a little striped tie, black blazer and black pants. Somehow even the bags under his eyes were gone; he pulled off the look of a “normal person” quite well. After straightening his tie he walked back out and made his way over to his cubicle, he passed by a few conference rooms and a couple dozen cubicles. Once he got to his he attempted to settle in, this was going to be a long day.
“So, you’re the new guy, eh?” a man was peering over the cubicle walls “I’m Dave” he continued “I’m Sid, it’s nice to meet you” he said blankly. ”you bored too?” Dave asked, it was obvious he didn’t know what to say but was trying his darndest to say something “well yeah, just thinking about the fact that I’ll be stuck in this fucking maze of cubicles, to be frank, it scares me” Sid said forming a scowl on his face. “hey, it could be worse” Dave said “how so” Sid was genuinely curious “you could be working in customer service”.
He didn’t actually need to use the bathroom but he needed to see what he looked like, he leaned in and stared at himself closely, his usually stringy long hair had been cut and his five o’ clock shadow was completely gone, he was in a nice little monkey suit, a little striped tie, black blazer and black pants. Somehow even the bags under his eyes were gone; he pulled off the look of a “normal person” quite well. After straightening his tie he walked back out and made his way over to his cubicle, he passed by a few conference rooms and a couple dozen cubicles. Once he got to his he attempted to settle in, this was going to be a long day.
“So, you’re the new guy, eh?” a man was peering over the cubicle walls “I’m Dave” he continued “I’m Sid, it’s nice to meet you” he said blankly. ”you bored too?” Dave asked, it was obvious he didn’t know what to say but was trying his darndest to say something “well yeah, just thinking about the fact that I’ll be stuck in this fucking maze of cubicles, to be frank, it scares me” Sid said forming a scowl on his face. “hey, it could be worse” Dave said “how so” Sid was genuinely curious “you could be working in customer service”.
chapter 10
“We actually do have an opening available, I’ll lead you to your interviewer” the woman got up from the desk and started walking toward the elevator that sat patiently in the main lobby, Sid followed close behind. The woman quickly pressed the “up” button and waited at the doors, she hummed a little tune while they waited. “Ding!” the elevator opened and they both stepped inside, shitty elevator music played in the background, it was the kind of music he expected played in the heads of the absent minded. “Right this way sir” she said once the doors opened again on the third floor “it’s just through here” he took the opportunity to take in the sights, as horrid as they are, the walls were white as bones and the ground was as black as Sarah Palin’s soul. He shuddered at the feeling of being inside an office again.
“Here we are sir” she said then stepped aside to let him walk through the open door, which closed behind him. “Ah, you must be Sid, my name is harry” the man sitting behind a fancy desk said warmly, “please take a seat, let’s begin” Sid walked slowly over to the chair opposite harry, sat down and folded his hands. “I see you’re dressed for the occasion” Sid looked at himself slowly realizing he had been wearing a very fancy suit the entire time “er…yes, yes I am”. “So” the man said abruptly “shall we begin?” “Oh by all means” Sid said sarcastically.
“Question number one” harry began “what do you think you can contribute to the Globo-chem team?” Sid thought for a second “I have bi-pedal movement and both arms intact, which I think will come in handy for this work environment” Sid thought he might’ve laid the sarcasm on a little thick with that one. “Very good” harry continued “where do you see yourself in ten years?” He didn’t even have to think about this question “I have no doubt I’ll be in the ground by then.” “I find your honesty refreshing Sid, frankly too many people try to say the right thing in this interview. Makes me sick” harry honestly looked impressed. “Last question” harry said “when can you start?”
“Here we are sir” she said then stepped aside to let him walk through the open door, which closed behind him. “Ah, you must be Sid, my name is harry” the man sitting behind a fancy desk said warmly, “please take a seat, let’s begin” Sid walked slowly over to the chair opposite harry, sat down and folded his hands. “I see you’re dressed for the occasion” Sid looked at himself slowly realizing he had been wearing a very fancy suit the entire time “er…yes, yes I am”. “So” the man said abruptly “shall we begin?” “Oh by all means” Sid said sarcastically.
“Question number one” harry began “what do you think you can contribute to the Globo-chem team?” Sid thought for a second “I have bi-pedal movement and both arms intact, which I think will come in handy for this work environment” Sid thought he might’ve laid the sarcasm on a little thick with that one. “Very good” harry continued “where do you see yourself in ten years?” He didn’t even have to think about this question “I have no doubt I’ll be in the ground by then.” “I find your honesty refreshing Sid, frankly too many people try to say the right thing in this interview. Makes me sick” harry honestly looked impressed. “Last question” harry said “when can you start?”
chapter 9
After a while Sid felt well enough to start moving around he started asking questions again, “so where am I?” he asked the turgid, purple, being in front of him. “Why you’re back where you started before you decided to walk away from your responsibilities, back to this tainted city you tried so complacently to leave.” “And why is that? Why am I back in this godforsaken place?!””You have a job to do; you’ve been ignoring it for far too long. You will do it Sid, your very life depends on it””fine I’ll do it…wait what was my job?”
“That office you were working in, did you seriously forget you were undercover? What happened to you man, you used to be a goddamned professional!””I’m sorry, I let emotions get the better of me, I’ll return to work immediately””it won’t be hard, just work long enough to get a moment alone with the board of directors, then kill every single one of those little bastards HAHA!” Douglas seemed a little too enthused “understood” Sid seemed to have gained his bearings and walked out into a city all too familiar.
He kind of missed the smell of carbon monoxide, the constant feeling like you’re being watched. He missed the complete absence of decent cops, the broken beer bottles that litter the gutters. There were always loud automobiles filling the streets, honking their horns as if it would do something constructive. When he was younger he used to imagine the cars were sentient beings enslaved to the human race for their superior mobility, their bleak eyes staring straight out at where they’re forced to go. He didn’t like thinking like that, but there was a reason he walked everywhere.
He started to wonder if the acid was still affecting him when the cars all started screaming at him, “So you’re finally back, Mr. Bigshot? Came to clean up the mess you made?” shouted a red ’72 mercury marquis. He tried walking faster “fuck you asshole you think I like being stuck here?!” some red compact car screamed wildly, now he was into a full sprint, something he hasn’t done once in his life. “You’re not welcome here you fucking asshole!” some obnoxious “sport utility vehicle” screamed in pure rage, in fit of panic Sid ducked into a nearby office building. "Hello sir, welcome to Globe-chem. Can I help you?" the woman at the front desk asked in a bright and cheery voice "yes" Sid said between breathes "I'm here for a job."
“That office you were working in, did you seriously forget you were undercover? What happened to you man, you used to be a goddamned professional!””I’m sorry, I let emotions get the better of me, I’ll return to work immediately””it won’t be hard, just work long enough to get a moment alone with the board of directors, then kill every single one of those little bastards HAHA!” Douglas seemed a little too enthused “understood” Sid seemed to have gained his bearings and walked out into a city all too familiar.
He kind of missed the smell of carbon monoxide, the constant feeling like you’re being watched. He missed the complete absence of decent cops, the broken beer bottles that litter the gutters. There were always loud automobiles filling the streets, honking their horns as if it would do something constructive. When he was younger he used to imagine the cars were sentient beings enslaved to the human race for their superior mobility, their bleak eyes staring straight out at where they’re forced to go. He didn’t like thinking like that, but there was a reason he walked everywhere.
He started to wonder if the acid was still affecting him when the cars all started screaming at him, “So you’re finally back, Mr. Bigshot? Came to clean up the mess you made?” shouted a red ’72 mercury marquis. He tried walking faster “fuck you asshole you think I like being stuck here?!” some red compact car screamed wildly, now he was into a full sprint, something he hasn’t done once in his life. “You’re not welcome here you fucking asshole!” some obnoxious “sport utility vehicle” screamed in pure rage, in fit of panic Sid ducked into a nearby office building. "Hello sir, welcome to Globe-chem. Can I help you?" the woman at the front desk asked in a bright and cheery voice "yes" Sid said between breathes "I'm here for a job."
chapter 8
“Well Sid, I’m glad you finally decided to come back” was the first thing he heard when he came to “frank, help this man up” a shabby hobo helped him off the ground, but Sid fell immediately afterwards so frank had to hold him up. When Sid lifted his heavy head he almost screamed, where once he would’ve seen his old homeless friends, he saw a collection of horrors too ghastly to describe. “What’s wrong old pal? Bad trip? Hahahahahaha” the words oozed out of the head hobo and lingered in the air creating an unpleasant scent of betrayal and disapproval.
Sid tried his best to remember the hobo leader’s name he found it harder and harder every time he opened his eyes. The man’s skin was blood red with a nose that curved almost completely around; his lips looked as if they had been torn off leaving only the gums and rotting teeth. He had hair only in patches covered by a torn hat, the hat created a shadow helpfully covering his black eyes. Somehow he managed to remember his name “Douglas””yes?””fuck you” Sid then defiantly walked in the opposite direction. “Don’t you want to know why you’re seeing things? Don’t you want to know where you are? Don’t you want to know why you were brought here???” Douglas yelled after him, Sid immediately stopped once he heard.
He walked back calmly “alright talk you crazy looking squiggly-line. I want to know what’s wrong with me” “don’t worry you’re gonna be fine””yeah right, you’re lying, I can taste them, your lies, they taste like fish!” his mental state was clearly diminishing “trust me, I have good news, and a little bad news””what’s the bad news””someone tried to kill you, fortunately whoever it was was not very bright, he confused corrosive acid with that stuff hippies take” at hearing this Sid burst into a delirious laughter “the good news is it’ll wear off eventually…you’ll be fine.” The words “you’ll be fine” floated in the air in day-glo purple letters.
Sid tried his best to remember the hobo leader’s name he found it harder and harder every time he opened his eyes. The man’s skin was blood red with a nose that curved almost completely around; his lips looked as if they had been torn off leaving only the gums and rotting teeth. He had hair only in patches covered by a torn hat, the hat created a shadow helpfully covering his black eyes. Somehow he managed to remember his name “Douglas””yes?””fuck you” Sid then defiantly walked in the opposite direction. “Don’t you want to know why you’re seeing things? Don’t you want to know where you are? Don’t you want to know why you were brought here???” Douglas yelled after him, Sid immediately stopped once he heard.
He walked back calmly “alright talk you crazy looking squiggly-line. I want to know what’s wrong with me” “don’t worry you’re gonna be fine””yeah right, you’re lying, I can taste them, your lies, they taste like fish!” his mental state was clearly diminishing “trust me, I have good news, and a little bad news””what’s the bad news””someone tried to kill you, fortunately whoever it was was not very bright, he confused corrosive acid with that stuff hippies take” at hearing this Sid burst into a delirious laughter “the good news is it’ll wear off eventually…you’ll be fine.” The words “you’ll be fine” floated in the air in day-glo purple letters.
chapter 7
Sid stood looking out the window, waiting for the lifeless thing that was once George to get up, flash him the bird, and walk away. Of course this never happened, instead he saw as a crowd of sheep started to gather around the cadaver, he started to get a bad feeling when one of them pulled out a phone. He knew the police were on their way and the sooner he was gone the better. He walked out the door, slamming it shut as he went and strolled casually down the stairs. He walked out the front door of the apartment and the brilliant light of a new day burned his eyes.
He walked down the sidewalk a little faster than usual, though not fast enough to be noticed. His sunken eyes a little more alert that usual, darting back and forth through the city streets. He noticed a lot of things whilst doing this, he noticed for one, that there is a man who always stands outside a dark alleyway always keeping watch. He thought to himself what was in that alley but decided he was better off not knowing.
It seemed almost like the city that always towered overhead knew about what he did, about what he’d been doing. It almost felt like the city was angry at him; he couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia he got every time he looked up at the buildings, so full of windows. His walking got faster and his thinking got increasingly more frantic, he could hear his brain screaming, he couldn’t stop it if he tried. Everything started getting darker and seemed to move with a life and rhythm of its own. He looked back, his apartment was on fire, but so was everything else, the buildings, the people, the cop car driving toward him.
He scanned his environment quickly and found a relatively close alleyway which he proceeded to duck into, it was a dank, moist alley way which sucked all happiness out of him. His walk instantly slowed after entering this alleyway, he kept walking though he had a feeling he knew why it felt so weird in here. Unfortunately, he was right, after about half a mile he fell motionless on the cold ground.
He walked down the sidewalk a little faster than usual, though not fast enough to be noticed. His sunken eyes a little more alert that usual, darting back and forth through the city streets. He noticed a lot of things whilst doing this, he noticed for one, that there is a man who always stands outside a dark alleyway always keeping watch. He thought to himself what was in that alley but decided he was better off not knowing.
It seemed almost like the city that always towered overhead knew about what he did, about what he’d been doing. It almost felt like the city was angry at him; he couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia he got every time he looked up at the buildings, so full of windows. His walking got faster and his thinking got increasingly more frantic, he could hear his brain screaming, he couldn’t stop it if he tried. Everything started getting darker and seemed to move with a life and rhythm of its own. He looked back, his apartment was on fire, but so was everything else, the buildings, the people, the cop car driving toward him.
He scanned his environment quickly and found a relatively close alleyway which he proceeded to duck into, it was a dank, moist alley way which sucked all happiness out of him. His walk instantly slowed after entering this alleyway, he kept walking though he had a feeling he knew why it felt so weird in here. Unfortunately, he was right, after about half a mile he fell motionless on the cold ground.
chapter 6
“What’s up Sid?”He said between giggles “what do you need man?” “I need information; do you know where David Hastings lives?” “that guy? HAHAHA! What for?” “He’s my mark” “in that case he goes for a jog every morning at six-thirty, on this very street no less. Have fun hahahahahahahahaaa you want a toke?” “sure I got time to kill” they smoked weed until about five a clock “I gotta go, duty calls” “see ya man WOOHA!” “WOOHA!”
The morning was still and quiet, it was one of those times that made you forget you were still alive, but forgetting was a luxury he didn’t have right now. His senses were heightened as he searched for the jogger, ten minutes passed and after what seemed like an eternity he saw him in a blue tracksuit. He calmly walked up to the man “David?” he immediately stopped “yes?” a shot rang out, and little Davey hit the ground. Sid walked away leaving him there in a pool of blood.
He walked slowly across the narrows bridge, he saw the man waiting on the middle. “the deed is done” he said plainly “here is your payment” he handed him a suitcase filled to the brim with money. “Thank you sir, but I only did it because I was bored, the money was just a pleasant bi-product.” He took the suitcase and walked off. He returned home and sat on the couch.
Again, the room was pitch black except for the flickering light of the static. He was so lost in thought he hadn’t notice how long he’d been there, or the fact that he hadn’t paid the rent in three months. He hadn’t moved for all that time, a lesser man would be dead; a lesser man would think him dead. It was a room trapped in time, after an eternity the door burst open and a familiar figure ran in. it was George, his excitement seemed out of place in the motionless room.
“George? You shouldn’t have come back” George said “I’m sorry, but the cops came for me” Sid got up and grabbed George by the collar, ”no, you shouldn’t have come back!!!” he was furious and with a single movement he threw George out of the window, he proceeded to watch him fall all twenty-three stories down. “asshole.” He said as if George could still hear him in hell.
The morning was still and quiet, it was one of those times that made you forget you were still alive, but forgetting was a luxury he didn’t have right now. His senses were heightened as he searched for the jogger, ten minutes passed and after what seemed like an eternity he saw him in a blue tracksuit. He calmly walked up to the man “David?” he immediately stopped “yes?” a shot rang out, and little Davey hit the ground. Sid walked away leaving him there in a pool of blood.
He walked slowly across the narrows bridge, he saw the man waiting on the middle. “the deed is done” he said plainly “here is your payment” he handed him a suitcase filled to the brim with money. “Thank you sir, but I only did it because I was bored, the money was just a pleasant bi-product.” He took the suitcase and walked off. He returned home and sat on the couch.
Again, the room was pitch black except for the flickering light of the static. He was so lost in thought he hadn’t notice how long he’d been there, or the fact that he hadn’t paid the rent in three months. He hadn’t moved for all that time, a lesser man would be dead; a lesser man would think him dead. It was a room trapped in time, after an eternity the door burst open and a familiar figure ran in. it was George, his excitement seemed out of place in the motionless room.
“George? You shouldn’t have come back” George said “I’m sorry, but the cops came for me” Sid got up and grabbed George by the collar, ”no, you shouldn’t have come back!!!” he was furious and with a single movement he threw George out of the window, he proceeded to watch him fall all twenty-three stories down. “asshole.” He said as if George could still hear him in hell.
chapter 5
He settled back down in Seattle, in a smoky little club where he would play piano for a living. It was a nice living, he had another dingy place off of Washington Street, even more connections, he had lost track of how many times he had done this. The club itself was a dark place where smoke moved with the rhythm of his fingers, it seemed more like a lounge to him. He never really considered himself a musician, but every night people would compliment his intricacies, the way he moved effortlessly from melody to melody as if it were an extension of his own heart and soul.
He made a healthy sum for the musical accompaniment, about a thousand every two weeks. He didn’t really have anything to spend it on; the places he frequented didn’t need money. So mainly he just spent it on food which he gave to the homeless, you know, quid pro quo. He had connections in the strangest of places.
One day, while playing at the club, a man came up to him, he seemed to have something important to say so he halted his playing. “You play very well, Sid, I never knew” “thank you, and you are?” “The name is john smith. Let’s keep it at that” they shook hands. “I have a job for you, Sid, I know what you really are” Sid made an audible sigh “alright, who do you want dead” “a man named David Hastings” the man said plainly “any preferred methods?””No, just make him dead. You will be rewarded handsomely” “fine I’ll do it””meet me on the narrows when the deed is done” the man said then walked out of the door.
By the time work was over, it was pitch black outside and he thought of who he could inquire about his mark. He knew a guy who usually hung around the art museum at this hour. He was a giggling stoner sure, but he knew what’s what in this town. His name was Chris, him and Sid had been friends for a while, and was the reason he knew the goings on in town. Once he got over to the art museum he saw chris with a blunt in his mouth.
He made a healthy sum for the musical accompaniment, about a thousand every two weeks. He didn’t really have anything to spend it on; the places he frequented didn’t need money. So mainly he just spent it on food which he gave to the homeless, you know, quid pro quo. He had connections in the strangest of places.
One day, while playing at the club, a man came up to him, he seemed to have something important to say so he halted his playing. “You play very well, Sid, I never knew” “thank you, and you are?” “The name is john smith. Let’s keep it at that” they shook hands. “I have a job for you, Sid, I know what you really are” Sid made an audible sigh “alright, who do you want dead” “a man named David Hastings” the man said plainly “any preferred methods?””No, just make him dead. You will be rewarded handsomely” “fine I’ll do it””meet me on the narrows when the deed is done” the man said then walked out of the door.
By the time work was over, it was pitch black outside and he thought of who he could inquire about his mark. He knew a guy who usually hung around the art museum at this hour. He was a giggling stoner sure, but he knew what’s what in this town. His name was Chris, him and Sid had been friends for a while, and was the reason he knew the goings on in town. Once he got over to the art museum he saw chris with a blunt in his mouth.
chapter 4
When he arrived back at his apartment, something felt wrong. He looked around cautiously, took in everything, the scattered newspapers, the empty pizza boxes, a few blood stains here and there. Nothing unusual, until he saw the writing on the wall, quite literally, there was writing on the wall, “RUN” was scrawled messily in blood. He didn’t know who wrote it or why they wrote it in blood for that matter, but he wasn’t staying to find out. With that thought he strolled back out into the hallway, down the stairs and out of the lobby.
Sid doesn’t run away from problems, he walks away. One thing he has learned in life is that nothing is so urgent that you’d have to run, he really doesn’t try that hard at all. Now even though someone is after him he wasn’t worried, if he gets killed he figures he probably had it coming. When he dies he’ll be ready, because he’s always ready. He’d been walking for hours though he wasn’t sure where he was going. But he’d have one hell of a time when he got there.
The night was coming and he knew it, he thought now would be an appropriate time for shelter. Unfortunately he didn’t know anyone. As he walked he thought of possible shelters, couldn’t think of any. He just kept walking. He walked for three days.
Sid doesn’t run away from problems, he walks away. One thing he has learned in life is that nothing is so urgent that you’d have to run, he really doesn’t try that hard at all. Now even though someone is after him he wasn’t worried, if he gets killed he figures he probably had it coming. When he dies he’ll be ready, because he’s always ready. He’d been walking for hours though he wasn’t sure where he was going. But he’d have one hell of a time when he got there.
The night was coming and he knew it, he thought now would be an appropriate time for shelter. Unfortunately he didn’t know anyone. As he walked he thought of possible shelters, couldn’t think of any. He just kept walking. He walked for three days.
chapter 3
“Is that really it? It’s over?” George was at ends “yes, yes it’s over” Sid replied as they walked through the city streets. ”stop right there!” they both turned and saw a cop standing there with a gun drawn at George. Without a second thought, Sid drew his gun and shot the cop dead. “Holy shi-“”shut up, I saved your life” he said dragging the body back into the dark alley, far enough to be hidden.
“like I said before, no big deal” he said after a while, George was silent for a long time after that, all the way to the burger king, he finally spoke again when they reached the front of the line. ”uh, number three please””number five for me, and a large root beer” Sid added “alright comin’ right up” they sat down and waited “I never did thank you, man, it means a lot””don’t mention it, no seriously, don’t. murder isn’t something you brag about””that’s true””what did jack do anyway?””he killed my dad, got away with it too””god damn it what do the cops do all day?!”jack said then continued” listen, after we eat we should probably go our separate ways, you really have no place in my life”. “Ok” George said after a long pause “number three and a number seven” the cashier announced “well, that’s us, let’s eat up. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten””why’s that?””I’m just so busy I usually forget” it was true too; Sid looked as if he was simply skin stretched over bone, with long spindly fingers. He ate greedily away at the greasy burger in front of him, while George followed in suit.
Abruptly, Sid got up and went out the door. He left as effortlessly as he entered, he wasn’t sure where he was going, but he was glad he was alone again. As he walked he thought of all the people who needed human interaction, he wondered what their problem was. Why they were compelled to surround themselves with all the sheep they could. Now sure he had his acquaintances, but none he’d truly call friends. He had connections where it mattered, a guy for drugs, a guy for money, and a guy for getting rid of problems. He didn’t have many problems.
“like I said before, no big deal” he said after a while, George was silent for a long time after that, all the way to the burger king, he finally spoke again when they reached the front of the line. ”uh, number three please””number five for me, and a large root beer” Sid added “alright comin’ right up” they sat down and waited “I never did thank you, man, it means a lot””don’t mention it, no seriously, don’t. murder isn’t something you brag about””that’s true””what did jack do anyway?””he killed my dad, got away with it too””god damn it what do the cops do all day?!”jack said then continued” listen, after we eat we should probably go our separate ways, you really have no place in my life”. “Ok” George said after a long pause “number three and a number seven” the cashier announced “well, that’s us, let’s eat up. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten””why’s that?””I’m just so busy I usually forget” it was true too; Sid looked as if he was simply skin stretched over bone, with long spindly fingers. He ate greedily away at the greasy burger in front of him, while George followed in suit.
Abruptly, Sid got up and went out the door. He left as effortlessly as he entered, he wasn’t sure where he was going, but he was glad he was alone again. As he walked he thought of all the people who needed human interaction, he wondered what their problem was. Why they were compelled to surround themselves with all the sheep they could. Now sure he had his acquaintances, but none he’d truly call friends. He had connections where it mattered, a guy for drugs, a guy for money, and a guy for getting rid of problems. He didn’t have many problems.
chapter 2
They stepped out of the apartment complex; they stood for a brief moment and just watched the cars speed by noisily. Then they walked quickly down the boulevard, the sounds of the city rang around them. “So where are we going?” George asked finally “a friend of mine”Sid replied” one of my connections, if you will. We’re gonna get this sorted out”. George was reassured for the time being so he picked up his pace. A cop car turned the corner toward them so he grabbed George and they ducked into an office building.
Sid hated the look of office cubicles. So clean, so sterile, so impersonal just white walls and a white ceiling. He started to shake violently at the realization that he used to work here. ”Oh hello Sid” the secretary said “Are you feeling better yet?” Sid slowly started dawning on the fact that he still works there. “Oh I’m sorry, no, a friend died I need some time” he said after he controlled his shaking, then he strolled casually out of the building.
“you work there?” George asked, he seemed truly surprised “yeah, I’m just shit-packed with surprises” Sid replied angrily, his mood had gone south real quick “let’s just go, shake a leg asshole”. They walked down about eight more blocks and turned into an alley. The alley itself got darker and darker until it was pitch black. They walked through it for what seemed like miles until they finally saw a group of homeless huddled around a flaming trash can.
There was about five of them in all, there was something other-worldly about their existence, how in this day and age there could still be homeless blew George away. Sid on the other hand treated them like they were old friends “my acquaintance here has a problem” he stated plainly. ”yeah, what kind of problem?” the beardiest one asked, “well, see, he killed a man, we need it taken care of” Sid said, as tactfully as possible “we were hoping you could help” “well, what’s in it for us?” “I’ll give you a sandwich” “done!” the conversation went by in what seemed like an instant. “get us all a sandwich” said a man in the back, after a moment” will do, Douglas”. They turned around “see ya, Sid, see ya George” “wait, how’d he know my name?” George asked apprehensively “they know a good many things, my boy” they continued through the alley back toward civilization.
Sid hated the look of office cubicles. So clean, so sterile, so impersonal just white walls and a white ceiling. He started to shake violently at the realization that he used to work here. ”Oh hello Sid” the secretary said “Are you feeling better yet?” Sid slowly started dawning on the fact that he still works there. “Oh I’m sorry, no, a friend died I need some time” he said after he controlled his shaking, then he strolled casually out of the building.
“you work there?” George asked, he seemed truly surprised “yeah, I’m just shit-packed with surprises” Sid replied angrily, his mood had gone south real quick “let’s just go, shake a leg asshole”. They walked down about eight more blocks and turned into an alley. The alley itself got darker and darker until it was pitch black. They walked through it for what seemed like miles until they finally saw a group of homeless huddled around a flaming trash can.
There was about five of them in all, there was something other-worldly about their existence, how in this day and age there could still be homeless blew George away. Sid on the other hand treated them like they were old friends “my acquaintance here has a problem” he stated plainly. ”yeah, what kind of problem?” the beardiest one asked, “well, see, he killed a man, we need it taken care of” Sid said, as tactfully as possible “we were hoping you could help” “well, what’s in it for us?” “I’ll give you a sandwich” “done!” the conversation went by in what seemed like an instant. “get us all a sandwich” said a man in the back, after a moment” will do, Douglas”. They turned around “see ya, Sid, see ya George” “wait, how’d he know my name?” George asked apprehensively “they know a good many things, my boy” they continued through the alley back toward civilization.
chapter 1
The apartment was squalid at the best of times. The light from the TV danced around the room in a twisted little jig. A figure lies, near motionless staring blankly at the TV. He would never notice it was just static. Or that he had been staring for three days straight. Every now and then he'd nurse a bottle of jack. He felt blank, not happy, not sad, just blank. He couldn't remember the last time he felt something but he knows he doesn't miss it.
Out of nowhere he hears a pounding on the door. He snapped out of his daze and remembered he was still alive. With an audible sigh he gets up and trudges over to the door. He opens it and stares at the knocker, he looked frantic. "Sid? You look like shit, man!" the man just kept staring, Sid, his name was apparently. "I got some bad news man, can I come in?" he asked. After what seemed like an eternity Sid opened his mouth "sure, come on in George, make yourself at home" he sounded surprisingly warm and optimistic.
"now what is it George?""Well, you see the cops are after me, I did something bad, real bad. I need someplace to lie low" he was talking faster and faster "this would be the last place they'd look, I know it, just let me stay here for a few days, or a week, or month maybe, you know if you don't mind, I mean it's a pretty dark apa-""sure you can stay just quit talking" Sid said coldly. "What did you do?""I um, killed a man" he said sheepishly, "oh nice" he said casually handing him his bottle of jack. George took one sip, grimaced and asked "do you have anything lighter than whiskey?""It'll help you forget, drink fast"
After about an hour of the two drinking George had opened up a bit more, they sat next to each other on the torn up couch, "so who'd you kill?" he asked coolly "you know that stupid fuck, Jack Stanton?" he asked slurring every other word. "Oh that guy?" he asked chuckling "can't say he didn't have it coming" he said giving George a high-five. "In the morning I'll help you sort this shit out, for now, get some sleep" he said with conviction "sounds good" George replied and lied on the ground like a mangy dog.
They both woke slowly when the morning light creeped in through the window. "Now" Sid said pulling out his forty-five "what exactly has got you so damn startled with killing a man?!" somehow he was yelling and whispering at the same time. "Well it's just, what if someone finds out""well did you hide the body?!""I threw it in a dumpster" at this Sid suddenly burst into laughter which mutated into cackling before anyone noticed. "In a dumpster? That's a great idea, no one will possibly look there, especially not when, oh you know throwing something away" again he chuckled at his own sarcasm. "You leave any evidence?" "No, just snapped his neck and threw him in the dumpster""you're fine then get out of here" he said dismissively.
"But what if they find out, man?""Fine man here! Have my gun in case anyone comes for you!"Sid practically exploded with his frustration, "I'm tired of this shit, man up! Come on, I'll even go with you! Just quit worrying so damn much!" he put on a shabby leather coat and hurried out the door. George had trouble matching his frantic pace, he never did quite figure Sid out, one minute he was sullen and practically dead and the next he was bouncing off the wall ready to murder someone, his hair was dark and stringy, his eyes sunken in his skull, George wasn't quite sure why he hangs out with him come to think of it. Coming down from his thought by the blinding light of the now mid-day sun.
Out of nowhere he hears a pounding on the door. He snapped out of his daze and remembered he was still alive. With an audible sigh he gets up and trudges over to the door. He opens it and stares at the knocker, he looked frantic. "Sid? You look like shit, man!" the man just kept staring, Sid, his name was apparently. "I got some bad news man, can I come in?" he asked. After what seemed like an eternity Sid opened his mouth "sure, come on in George, make yourself at home" he sounded surprisingly warm and optimistic.
"now what is it George?""Well, you see the cops are after me, I did something bad, real bad. I need someplace to lie low" he was talking faster and faster "this would be the last place they'd look, I know it, just let me stay here for a few days, or a week, or month maybe, you know if you don't mind, I mean it's a pretty dark apa-""sure you can stay just quit talking" Sid said coldly. "What did you do?""I um, killed a man" he said sheepishly, "oh nice" he said casually handing him his bottle of jack. George took one sip, grimaced and asked "do you have anything lighter than whiskey?""It'll help you forget, drink fast"
After about an hour of the two drinking George had opened up a bit more, they sat next to each other on the torn up couch, "so who'd you kill?" he asked coolly "you know that stupid fuck, Jack Stanton?" he asked slurring every other word. "Oh that guy?" he asked chuckling "can't say he didn't have it coming" he said giving George a high-five. "In the morning I'll help you sort this shit out, for now, get some sleep" he said with conviction "sounds good" George replied and lied on the ground like a mangy dog.
They both woke slowly when the morning light creeped in through the window. "Now" Sid said pulling out his forty-five "what exactly has got you so damn startled with killing a man?!" somehow he was yelling and whispering at the same time. "Well it's just, what if someone finds out""well did you hide the body?!""I threw it in a dumpster" at this Sid suddenly burst into laughter which mutated into cackling before anyone noticed. "In a dumpster? That's a great idea, no one will possibly look there, especially not when, oh you know throwing something away" again he chuckled at his own sarcasm. "You leave any evidence?" "No, just snapped his neck and threw him in the dumpster""you're fine then get out of here" he said dismissively.
"But what if they find out, man?""Fine man here! Have my gun in case anyone comes for you!"Sid practically exploded with his frustration, "I'm tired of this shit, man up! Come on, I'll even go with you! Just quit worrying so damn much!" he put on a shabby leather coat and hurried out the door. George had trouble matching his frantic pace, he never did quite figure Sid out, one minute he was sullen and practically dead and the next he was bouncing off the wall ready to murder someone, his hair was dark and stringy, his eyes sunken in his skull, George wasn't quite sure why he hangs out with him come to think of it. Coming down from his thought by the blinding light of the now mid-day sun.
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