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The Devil Wants You Dead- 6 “David”

4 Jan

The crazy holidays are over! Which means I’m now making up for lost time by working on a Sunday. There is still a ton of marking to be done and more to arrive but at least classes are over. And soon the blessed word that every student and teacher want to hear will begin –VACATION.

If you want to read this series from the beginning, click here. See all parts below.

summer-jumpDavid’s laugh punctuated the still silence that morning as he landed with a mighty splash into the lake. He broke out from the surface triumphant before spying the outsider on the grass calmly studying for their high school examinations.

Breaking out into a mischievous grin, he shot a mighty torpedo of water towards Charlie.

He tried to protect his trigonometry book but it was too late. The assault was too quick to evade. “Look what you did,” he growled, squeezing out droplets of water from his shirt.

“I did you a favor,” he said.

Charlie looked at how the silver lights danced upon the gentle surge of turquoise waters. For a moment, his resolve wavered. Then he pursed his lips. “It’s a waste of my time.”

David rolled his eyes. “Count on us to do that for you.”

Charlie sighed in resignation. He started to take off his shirt and then stopped. His face flushed, he turned to his right. We followed his gaze and saw the telltale sheen of auburn hair and that familiar laugh across the woods. A reverent hush came over us boys as Susie descended on our territory. She was a nymph blessing us mere mortals with her presence. She granted me a smile and I never knew why I deserved such a gift. Behind her, Charlie’s eyes smoldered with rage and jealousy.

I gasped, the car jolting me awake as it passed a pothole.

“How long was I out?” I asked Charlie.

“A couple of minutes.”

We had been driving for hours in search of David. For some reason, Charlie couldn’t sense where Susie was. I had already called in sick for work and he had morning classes. I could only depend on his intuition now to lead us to him.

“I just had a dream. Remember that day we went swimming in the lake? Back when we were sophomores?”

He groaned. “How could I forget? I flunked that trigonometry test because of you guys.”

“And bounced right back to become valedictorian.”

“Those were the days.”

“You had everything — the grades, the sports medals, the girls.”

“Not all girls,” Charlie whispered.

He was right. I felt a surge of triumph that Susie chose to belong to me and not to him. Which was why he had to steal her away from me. He just couldn’t stand it not having everything.

But I didn’t want to talk about her.

I stared at the passing trees outside. “You were voted most likely to succeed. I was voted most likely to end up in death row.”

“I was jealous of you.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“You didn’t give a shit about anybody, John. I did.” He gripped the steering wheel. “You went around doing pot, flunking your courses, spray painting Anarchy in the UK on the school walls. You even mooned Principal Whitehall.” He laughed at the memory.

“Yeah, and look at us now. Who’d knew I’d end up as an accountant? Or you teaching Sponge Bob to kids?”

“Yeah, life’s funny, isn’t it?”

“I never understood why you ever gave up that senior manager job.”

“When you get tired of constantly living up to other people’s expectations and not your own, when you find you’re spending your days in misery and pain, when you could hardly look at yourself in the mirror without feeling guilt, disgust and shame then…….we’ll talk.”

He suddenly slammed on the brakes, pitching us forward. I hit the windshield.

“Jesus Christ!” I shouted.

Charlie’s eyes never left the road. Instead they stared straight ahead without answering me. Slowly, I turned to the direction where he was looking. Standing in front of our car was David.

To be continued

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Happy New Year Everybody! I’m looking forward to what everyone else has in store for 2009.

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That one moment of surprise was all it took. He quickly grabbed Susie and fled.

I rushed outside but it was too late. There was no trace of them.

“Suuuusie!!!” I screamed her name into the empty abyss but nobody answered me.

*

Charlie was inside his little kingdom –his kindergarten room. It was filled with bright alphabet letters, smurfs, Donald Ducks and other sickening paraphernalia.

He was teaching those six year olds the BINGO song when I snuck up from behind. I jabbed my gun hidden inside my jacket against his back and whispered, “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now for fucking my wife.”

“Okay kiddos, time to get your play doh out.” His cheerful voice didn’t waver a bit. You had to admire Charlie for his calmness. He was not the type to piss his pants in a life threatening situation.

His students shot curious glances at me while taking out their little jars of clay. I grinned back.

He turned to me. I was unshaven. I had cuts everywhere and my wrinkled shirt was untucked from my pants. “You stink.”

“I think my odor should be the least of your concerns.” He was holding me by the elbow, leading me into the teacher’s room. No one was there. He locked the door.

“How long have you known?” he asked, looking at the shiny chrome knob.

“Some time.”

Charlie didn’t try to deny it. He raised his eyes to look at me. They held but one emotion. “I love her,” he said. Just like that. So fucking simple. I wanted to smash his boyish face into the window over and over again for just saying that, see it scarred for life and piss all over it. I would like to see his blood in my hands.

But I needed him.

“Susie’s been kidnapped.”

His knees buckled.

“You didn’t know? That means that son of a bitch hasn’t killed her yet.”

“Who did it?”

“Johnson.”

“Fuck! This is no time to be joking, John!”

“Shit, Charlie. You know I don’t believe in ghosts.”

“You said so yourself you saw him.”

I waved the gun around. “I think it looked like him. It was just a fraction of a second. The lightning could’ve been playing tricks with me. I was under a lot of stress.” I looked at him pointedly. “A whole lot of stress.”

He didn’t flinch. “You knew this day would come. Retribution. You can’t escape God’s judgment.”

I laughed. “So God brought back the dead to torment us?” I stepped closer to him. “So you think Ben deserved to die? How about Susie? Would you like to see her tongue pulled out too?”

I saw his fist tighten. He wanted to punch me. Good. I wanted him to so I could forget the pain for a moment. Knock me out, you lying scumbag.

I took a deep breath and tried to put my thoughts in order. No, this won’t help my two faced cheating wife at all. God, I still love her. How pathetic.

I lit up a stick and inhaled deeply.

“This is a no smoking zone.”

“Fuck you. But then you already did that to my wife.” I exhaled. “Call the nuthouse.”

“Why don’t you do it?”

“I don’t exactly keep phone numbers of mental cases now, don’t I? Especially those who were once your former accomplices in murder. I know you keep tabs on him,” I said. “Since you were the one who put him there in the first place.”

He reached for the phone and dialed the number of the mental asylum. He spoke to someone for a few minutes and then his whole body went rigid. He replaced the receiver and turned to me. I had never seen him look so pale and frightened.

“David’s escaped.”

To be continued

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noir-intenseAfter Charlie left, I made wild love with Susie. I wanted to erase the taint of his touch on her.

Her lithe body rocking above me, I pinched that plump lovely piece of ass. I turned her over and thrust harder, propelled by my jealous rage to the point of hurting her. I pinched her nipples and grabbed fistfuls of her hair, tugging them as my pumping became more furious, faster, faster, faster till she was tossed up like a rag doll. She moaned right next to my ear, her fingers desperately clutching the shaking headboard for support.

She seemed to be enjoying it.

Masochist bitch.

Then suddenly the glass in our window shattered. A hail of bullets rang into the silence of the night.

“Dammit!” I rolled off the bed dragging her with me. I grabbed the gun from the dresser.

Together we ran naked, the sheen of blue white moonlight bathing our bodies as we raced downstairs. More windows were blown apart. Our skin got pierced by jagged bits of glass, little tattoos of blood appeared.

We hid from behind the wall of the kitchen. Susie’s eyes had become glaring beacons of amber light.

The shooting stopped. An oppressive tense silence laid over us.

Then footsteps came, soft, cautious, the crunch of boots treading on the shattered glass. The intruder was coming downstairs. He didn’t know where we were yet. He was biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.

But I’ll be ready.

My fingers curled around the trigger. He was coming closer, closer.

NOW!

I stepped into the light and aimed the gun at him. It was then the lightning flashed, revealing the face I hadn’t seen for many years. The face I wanted to forget. The face of a phantom I had thought dead for so many years.

Mr Johnson.

To be continued

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