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Please read, "An Atypical Story: Prologue" before reading
this.
An Atypical Story Chapter 1: Cleaning out the garbage
By Oberon ([email protected])
"I always wondered what bits of exploding testicles looks
like,"
For the first time this night Alexis showed some sign of
emotion but it was not something the man on the business
end of the gun wanted to see. It wasn't guilt of killed
another nor is it the sympathy for someone that is blooding
to death. No, it was the same twisted look of amusement one
would find on a child as he sadistically tortures an ant to
death with a magnifying glass.
"If you want to die a man I suggest you start talking, and
I suggest you do it within 3 seconds." The gun had not
moved from where it is pointing at the man's crutch that
was stained with urine. "One..."
Silence.
"Two..." Alex continued to count but the grin on his face
said he would rather pull the trigger then listen.
Finally the other man broke.
"Alright, I'll tell you." His total lack of enthusiasm was
evident in his voice. "I'll tell you everything."
"Good," Alex sat down on the bed just in case this turned
out to be long. "Start talking." He commanded the other
man.
"I'm a professional kidnapper that was hired bring you to
justice." He talked but weakly and slowly.
"Justice?" Alex voice bleed sarcasm as his victim bled.
"You call breaking into my apartment and soiling my carpet
justice. I should shoot you for just being stupid." In some
sort of twisted way Alex found what he just said extremely
funny. "But don't let me interrupt you, keep talking."
"Yes justice. The Lady Melinda has judged you and has
commanded you to be brought before her for sentencing."
Alex's reply was cold and emotionless. "Do you know what I
really hate? People like you who have no authority but
speak as if you own the world." But there was a fire in his
eyes that wasn't there before. "So knock it off." The spite
in his voice as he spoke broke his icy exterior but he
quickly returned to his cool self. "Now that I have gotten
that out of the way, so, tell me. Who is this Lady Melinda,
I've never heard of her."
"Hahahaha..." he laughed weakly. "You have no idea what you
have gotten yourself into." He sudden felt filled with
bravado. "Lady Melinda is a member of the Soldats. I'm sure
she'll be merciful with you, if you give up now."
The evil grin on Alex's suddenly returned. "Oh I sorry, I
did realize you were a messenger from the Soldats. I'll get
you some help immediately." He ran for the phone in the
corner of the bed but paused when he is about to dial.
"Hehe, silly question but who should I be calling?"
Confused by the sudden change in attitude the injured
henchman could only stare at Alex with his mouth hanging
open. "..." was his only response.
"Come on you're blooding to death. Don't be stupid just
give me someone who can get you patched up without asking
any questions."
The man felt faint from the blood loss but he couldn't even
apply pressure to the wounds to stop the bleeding. By now
he was covered with his own blood and two puddles of it has
formed on the carpet, one significantly larger than the
other. He suddenly felt a wave of dizziness; the blood lost
had apparently become critical. His step faltered and he
almost collapsed.
"Are you alright?" Alex asked with concern in his voice.
"Hurry, you must tell me who to call before you pass out."
Dazed and almost unconscious from the blood lost the man
looks at the wounds on his arms. The left wound was
bleeding heavily but when he looked at the right he only
found the wound there bleeding a great deal worse. The
wound bellowed out from his entire arm, it was covered in
blood, flowing out and collecting on the carpet like a
waterfall. Apparently the bullet had gone though an artery.
From the lack of nutrients to his brain he was not thinking
with all his faculties when he finally decided to tell Alex
to get help.
"Alright, 555-24..." Another wave of vertigo hit and this
time he lost his footing and fell to the ground. As he
fell, he lost consciousness from the bleeding. He never
woke up.
Alex watched the guy fall to the ground and swore. "Damn, I
was so close." Then he looked at the pools of blood from
the very dead kidnapper and the half dead kidnapper. He
groaned and shocked his head in disgust. "Do you know how
hard it is to get blood out of carpet?"
The two figures didn't respond.
+++
After about an hour Alex closed the book his has been
reading. "Hmm... where am I going a chain saw?"
+++
"In the news this morning," the reporter on the television
announced to the empty living room of Alex's apartment.
"Senator John Carter of California suddenly collapsed while
delivering a speech on counter terrorism. The 69 year old
senator was rushed to a nearby hospital where he has been
listed under stable condition." She shifted some papers in
her hands before continuing. "This just in, we just got
word that the Senator had apparently suffered a sudden
heart attack and has been placed in intensive care. This
comes just 24 hours after an accident took the life of the
Senator's only daughter. We here at channel 11 news
expresses own condolences to the Carter family for their
recent lost and pray..."
Alex put down the remote on the coffee table before he
walked toward the kitchen. He was tired and weary, the bags
under his eyes clearly evident. Much needed sleep was
denied to him as he had to spend most of the night on
garbage disposal. His muscles where sore and didn't get a
chance to rest as he only managed to get an additional hour
of sleep after the night's incident. Suddenly he felt his
stomach grumbled in protest to his fasting.
He looked inside his fridge he hoped to find something to
eat but what he found was empty carton of milk and some bad
cheese.
"Shit, it just had to be at a time like this..." With a
sigh he slipped on his shoes and went out the door.
Alex was out the building a short time later on his way to
the local grocery store. He was not two steps from the door
of his apartment when he realized something. Did the
doorman see the two men that he killed last night? The only
way to know was to talk to the doorman before his shift
ended. If he was lucky, the doorman could tell him
something that he didn't know from a search of corpses. He
whirled around quickly and opened the door that he just
passed though moments before.
When he got to the security desk he found the man that
should have been watching the doors dozing off. Alex stood
on the opposite to the man and stared at the man for a
moment. He tried to give the man a chance to wake up on his
own but the doorman just continued to slump on his seat
with his eyes closed contently. Finally, when the looked
like he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, Alex faked a
cough, getting the man's attention.
"Ha?" the sleeping doorman reacted to the sudden
interruption. He looked up from his seat and looked into
the weary blue irises of Alex's eyes. "Oh... Mister
Anderson..." the man still shocked from being caught
sleeping on the job tried to look more dignified by
adjusting his uniform. "Ah... Can I help you?"
"Forget about it, it happens." Alex said to the man.
"Oh... thank you sir!" The doorman exclaimed in joy. "If
there's anything you need..."
"Actually," Alex interrupted the man before he had a chance
to finish. "There is." He looked at the man that had been
sleeping just moments ago and hoped that he was awake when
the two men came in last night. "Don't take this the wrong
way but did you see two strange man entering the building
last night or came in with one of the other residents?"
The man gave Alex of confusion as he searched his memory.
"Well now that you mention it there were a couple of guys
that was here about three in the morning. I looked away for
a second and they were gone. I just thought they had the
wrong address or something."
"Is that all?" Alex asked the man. "Do you remember
anything else?"
"Hmm..." the sleepy mind of the doorman worked slowly. "I
think they had a woman with them." His face beamed as he
recalled the previous night in better detail. "Yeah that's
it, the girl was hot." His mind seemed to wonder for a
moment as he thought of the girl.
"Can you tell me about the girl?" Alex asked, interrupting
the doorman yet again.
The man snapped out of his daydream quickly. "Well what can
I say, she was definitely a looker. She had long jet black
hair that came down to the waist and a pair of legs... Oh,
I think she's Asian. Can't be sure though."
"Do you remember anything else about them? Like did see
them get out of a car... anything about them about them
that you may have missed?"
"Nope, sorry, that's all could remember," the doorman
answered honestly.
"Well... Thanks anyway." Alex turned around and continued
his way to the grocery store.
+++
It had been a few days after the accident at the lab and
the following attempted kidnapping but Alex was as weary
and worn as the night that he came home. He hadn't slept
much since the break-in of his apartment but it wasn't
because he was worried about a second attempt at his life.
In fact he has been spending his time cleaning up his
apartment so to speak, cleaning up as in disposing of the
dead bodies. The problem is how to do it without being
suspicious to the neighbors. So the last few days have been
spent meticulously sawing the bodies that he had on ice and
packaging them into plastic bags for disposal. It was messy
but at least the ex-kidnappers wouldn't be stinking up the
place.
After he had all the parts tightly sealed in garbage bags
he packed them one on top of the other into the trunk that
the two had apparently brought with them. When he first
found the trunk he went though every inch of it hoping for
a clue but came up with nothing. Now at least the trunk
will serve the purpose it was there for. The only
difference between what the kidnappers intended to do with
it and what Alex is doing with it is that the bodies inside
the trunk were in pieces and wrapped in plastic.
With everything packed Alex dragged in box and its contents
into the elevator. The hall was empty this Sunday morning,
the neighbors were either sleeping in or at church, so Alex
managed to get to the elevator without being noticed. The
ride from the third floor where he lived to the basement
complex where Alex kept his car was uneventful. When the
elevator opened he quickly dragged the trunk the rest of
the way to his car.
He was behind his car looking down on the trunk of the car
when he paused. "How am I going to get it up?" he pondered
to himself as he continued to stare into the open trunk of
the car. After a moment he signed and slammed closed the
car trunk. "I guess it's going to take more than one trip."
+++
It took most of the day but with third trip he managed to
bury the two bodies in three different sites spread through
out the Californian desert. It was going to be a long time
before those two will be seen again if ever, Alex mused as
he drove home after the final trip. Now that those two
where dead and buried he had time to further contemplate
his situation.
What was on his mind was the identity of the two
kidnappers. He couldn't find any form of identification on
them, nothing that will lead him to this Lady Melinda or
this group they called the Soldats. They didn't appear to
be professionals either. At least not on the level Alex was
used to dealing with. If they were he would never had a
chance to catch them off guard the way he did and he would
be facing a second attack instead of digging holes in the
desert.
So now the question became where will he go from here.
Surely they will send someone to check on the first two,
they had to be wondering why they haven't show up by now.
Suddenly something from the back his mind hit him like a
ton of breaks. He realized he just made a major mistake
when he buried the bodies. It was something that he hadn't
thought of until now, something that would make him look
like a cold-blooded killer to the police. Which in fact he
was but that is beside the point.
"Shit! They could have been following me the whole time.
They could have video taped me when I buried them!"
As the realization hit him he felt like he was loosing
control of his car. His grip on the steering wheal faltered
and the car moved erratically on the highway. He managed to
regain control quickly but it was obvious he was shaken. It
was a good thing there were no other vehicles near by or he
would have crashed into them.
He continued on his journey home but more worried than he
was moments before.
To be continued
Next time: The long awaited visitor
Author's Note: Yes there is not much TG yet but please bear
with me as you realize where this is heading. Just one word
of advice to you gentle (and some not so gentle |_|)
readers, not every thing is what you would expect least of
all the plot to this story.
P.S. I'm looking for pre-readers if anyone is interested...
That's one way to improve the quality of this work.
Eisley
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