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"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of
sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose
boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT
ZONE."--Rod Serling
***
The Mean Street ... A TWILIGHT ZONE story
By Anon Allsop
Marlene was a young girl that had made poor decisions all throughout
her life, decisions that for one reason or another would haunt her until the
day she would die. A day to be determined on the mean streets inside ...
THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
***
She grew up in the rough and tumble south side of the decaying urban
landscape, running with street gangs and associating with the punks
clinging to the underbelly of society. Maybe under a normal upbringing
she might have faired better, got an education, married and raised a quiet
family. But Marlene hated anything that seemed normal, or feminine.
She was no better than the thugs she ran with, at twelve, had killed her
first person in a random incident of pure hatred. A young girl just past
eleven, crushed under a cinderblock hurled from a fourth story window.
Marlene used her young age to get away with a lesser sentence, and then
laughed right into the face of the young girl's grieving family.
By fourteen, she added her younger sister to her list of victims when she
had set fire to her own home after a dispute with her mother. Jennifer,
her sister, wasn't really the intended target, but with the way it caused her
grieving mother to fall completely apart, satisfied Marlene in a strange
and sinister way.
After being released from a woman's prison for the arson and death of
Jennifer, Marlene was seventeen. Only having to spend two years
incarcerated for her crime, being let go after confusion with paperwork
had erroneously erred in her favor. The reluctant judge allowed her to go
free, but swore that one day she would get herself in too deep and pay for
the crimes she had gotten away with.
Again, Marlene laughed into the face of the old judge and strode from the
courthouse a free woman. Staying one step ahead of the law, using petty
robberies and mugging as her source of income. She never did try to get
along with anyone, preferring to do her own thing as opposed to
something that may or may not be considered proper. Marlene was evil,
the personification of pure hate, the image of the devil himself.
Only with Marlene, it would seem that the devil himself, pale before her
sinister profile. She was hated by her friends, hated by her enemies and
loathed by any who knew her name. And that suited her just fine.
***
A shadowy figure crept just below the window ledge, with a sudden
movement the glass burst and was scattered in great shards across the
floor. A silhouette blocked the light streaming into the window for only a
second as the figure dropped lightly to its feet. Silently it moved across
the room to a glass case, with one quick strike it too was rendered into
crushed glass and wood. A gloved hand reached into the broken pile and
pulled out a single object, pushed it into a slender jean pocket and silently
faded into the dark recesses of the shadows outside. Marlene had struck
again.
Back inside her filthy apartment, Marlene pulled off the dark ski mask
and gloves, she threw them onto the lone chair in the room. Digging deep
into her pocket for the coin that she had overheard ... worth thousands.
She leaned against the counter and rolled the ancient coin in her fingers
and smiled a wicked grin. She opened the worn book with her left hand
and flipped to the page she had marked, her cold blue eyes read again the
words that cast her into her latest bout with crime.
She was holding a fabled wish coin, she knew the great power it
possessed. A power that could help as well as hinder the person making
the wishes. She closed her eyes and began to seek out the strange magic
within the coin.
She knew right away what she would wish for ... the old west. She knew
that the law was few and far between back then, and she wanted to live a
life free from the potential of being thrown back into prison. She
tightened the grip on the coin, "I wish I was back in the old west!" The
words came slow and deliberate.
She heard music being played and slowly opened her eyes, before her
was a family dancing around a camp fire while one round man played a
fiddle and another was picking away at a juice harp. She studied those
before her as she took in the smell of stew as it simmered upon the fire.
Marlene rose slowly to her feet and started toward the glowing and
crackling fire, those around it seemed to not notice her as she approached.
She paused next to the flame when one large man laughed and quickly
grabbed her hand only to spin her like a top to the beat of the music. As
they spun, her lacy bonnet fell off her head and came to rest on her
shoulder, suspended by its long strings. The man continued to dance and
clap in time to the strange song being played by the musicians. Marlene
looked around at the spinning world, the others laughing and clapping,
encouraging her to dance more.
The song mercifully ended with Marlene gasping for breath, the big man
tossed his hat into the air and closed the distance between the two of them
with only one step. He pulled her in close and planted his thick bushy
moustache upon her soft skin, she struggled under the weight of his kiss.
When he broke, she almost fell only to be caught in his arms and be
pulled in again.
From behind her someone shouted, "Oh go on and give him a kiss!"
Marlene scowled at the speaker. Then, another shouted from somewhere
else, "That's right, give your husband a kiss!" As the big man stepped
close, Marlene pushed away from him and fell to the grass below. She
wanted no part of this life, desperately seeking the coin buried within the
folds of her long lacy white gown.
The man stepped close and laughing, not with a touch of meanness, but
rather from the enjoyment of this, his wedding day. Marlene scooted
across the ground quickly and scrambled to put distance between her and
the large man. This isn't what she intended when she made her wish.
Suddenly, she heard a hissing ... she looked back. Nothing behind her
voice that silent sound of impending death. She looked back toward the
large man towering over her. His smile slowly being ebbed from his
expression, his eyes seemingly void of life. Slowly he sank to his knees
as someone near the fire screamed. Marlene watched in horror as he
slowly fell toward her like a great Oak, tipping in a stiff wind. Slowly he
dropped, face first into the stiff grass ... the arrow buried in his chest,
protruding out the back even more from the weight of his fall.
All around her were people screaming and running as the little shafts
flung through the dark sky, light hinting along their smooth surfaces. Not
caring whether they hit man or woman, they only knew one thing ... to
kill.
Marlene clutched the coin and closed her eyes as one huge Indian closed
near to her, his knife reflecting the light from the fire. "I wish I was back
in my apartment!" She struggled with her breathing as she swallowed
hard, afraid to open her eyes.
One eye opened slowly, she was seated at the base of the counter facing
the opposite wall. Clutching the wish coin so tight, that it left marks upon
her slim hand. She blew air out slowly and hung her head, she wanted to
go back to the old west but being a new bride to some large overweight
slob was the last thing she wanted.
She pulled down a towel from the counter and wiped the sweat that had
beaded on her face, No ... that wasn't the wish she had intended. Slowly,
stood up and staggered into the bathroom, turning on the faucet she
splashed more cool water onto her face. Looking up at her reflection in
the mirror she pulled down a towel and wiped the water away.
She walked back into the living room and sat down upon a tattered
couch, she wasn't sure on how many wishes she could get with the coin
but was determined to not waste another wish, having already used two.
Marlene waited for her heart to stop racing, then closed her eyes. This
time she would word the wish more carefully. "I wish to live in the old
west, in a city, surrounded by great stacks of money!" A slow smile
crossed her evil lips. Knowing that with money comes great power ...
***
Upon opening her eyes, she faced a small man wearing a bowler hat, he
was eyeing five cards in his hand. She turned slowly and to her
immediate left was a young pock-faced boy with a scraggly moustache
and beard, the man tossed a silver coin into the center of the table and
sniffed grossly. He turned toward Marlene and smiled, his blackened and
rotting teeth making her stomach roll.
Looking down into the pot of golden coin and paper denominations of
the day, Marlene smiled to herself knowing that this time the wish was
on track. "With great wealth, came great power." She recalled to herself.
"There's the wealth ... where's the power?" She wondered.
From her right another frumpy old man growled at the pock-faced boy,
"If you gonna make that damn noise ... use a stinking rag and blow yer
freaking nose!" The youth eyed him sullenly and scowled. Then the old
man looked Marlene's way, "You in?"
Even before Marlene could muster an answer, a voice spoke directly
behind her ear, causing her to jump. "I'm in and I'll raise you two bits!"
The coins were hurled by a scarred hand with dirt wedged under the
nails. Marlene slowly turned her head back, "Let me finish this hand
darlin, then we'll go on upstairs and have us a little party." His off hand
resting upon her large pendulous breast.
Marlene swallowed hard, she could feel her own hand resting on the stiff
crotch of the cowboy she was sitting on. His hand slid down, clutching
her about the waist, she shook with fright, this definitely wasn't what she
had in mind when she made her wish!
Marlene looked down into the vast expanse of her full bosom, the deep
descending cleavage disappearing into the recesses of her gown. Long
blonde ringlets bounced and swayed from her head as she moved ever so
slightly. She was in the old west, but as a saloon trollop ... rather than the
wealthy westerner she had hoped to be.
She watched in stunned disbelief as the cowboy she was seated upon
played his cards, one by one slowly he tossed them into the center and
pulled her into a kiss. Rough whiskers scratched at the smooth skin of
her face. Under one hand, the increasing bulge signaled what he intended
to do with her as soon as he took her to his room, in her other was the
wish coin she stole. She knew what she had to do, to remain here ... like
this, wasn't an option.
"Hey you damn asshole, how'd you get that card?" The old man spit
toward the floor and pointed at the Queen the cowboy tossed into the pile.
"Yeah, mister ... where DID you come up with that card?" There were
five Queens laying on the table. The youth suddenly stood up and went
for the long Colt tied low on his hip. There was a thunderous blast behind
everyone, causing us all to turn. The tender held his shotgun level on the
table and scowled at Marlene.
"What the heck you doing just sitting there? Don't you have a job to do?"
He then turned toward the other three, staring intently down the business
end of the double barrel shotgun. "I don't give a shit if you blow holes
into each other at all ... but if you do ... DO IT OUTSIDE!" He motioned
to the door with the barrel, "Now Get!"
Softly, under her trembling breath Marlene closed her eyes and muttered
... "Wish coin, I wish to return to the safety of my apartment.
***
Marlene sneered with contempt as she opened her eyes, the familiar
room she was in was enough to signify that her wish had been fulfilled.
She dropped the coin onto the end table and frowned at it, both times she
had used the coin it had worked but left her weakened and helpless as a
female of the old west.
The first time she was the young wife of an overgrown ox who met his
fate at the shaft end of an apache arrow. She stood up and walked into the
kitchen, pulling out a beer from the refrigerator even though she was still
too young to drink. She pulled the tab and kept bending until it broke free
of the can, then threw it against the counter.
Thinking back to the second real wish, she swallowed the bitter liquid
and wiped her mouth against her sleeve. That wish landed her in the lap
of an aroused cowboy in the middle of a card game. Only making her
some frail saloon whore who's job was to let the patrons of the place
screw the hell out of her. She sneered at the coin and took another
swallow from the can, she was slowly learning to word the wishes more
carefully with each time she used it.
She retrieved the coin and took another long swallow, the liquid spilling
down her cheek and running into the collar of her shirt. She decided to try
again, this time being careful to word the wish the way she wanted.
"Okay you freaking little coin, I wish to be in a city of the old west,
clothed in the finest MALE clothes and crisp dollars folded neatly in my
pocket! I want to be a powerful man who is quick on the draw, and even
quicker with the ladies." A slow menacing grin crossed her smooth face
as she once again closed her eyes, "Okay coin ... I wish it so!"
***
Slowly the eyes were opened, they squinted across the wide empty street
under a blazing hot sun. Tobacco juice was spit, landing in a heap in the
powdery dust just beyond polished boots.
The eyes surveyed from right to left, the passerby's casting furtive
glances their way as they moved past. Slowly the eyes caught a glimpse
of their reflection in a store window. Marlene had gotten her wish.
The rugged face was handsome and chiseled, piercing gray eyes looked
back from under the shelter of the dark hat. The weight of the Colt tied
low on a leg told the wearer that this person was very proficient with a
gun.
A tap on the shoulder caused the cowboy to turn, "Hi Marney ... you
going to be up later?" It was a beautiful woman ... the woman he had
been during his second wish, a quite lovely saloon girl. That meant,
Marney's eyes shot back into the reflection ... it was him, the cowboy
playing cards. He smiled and stood taller, well over 6' in height. He said
nothing to the small petite woman standing next to him gently resting her
small hand on his arm. He smiled down at her, feeling compelled to tip
his hat and slowly amble away.
He could feel her watching him as he strode across the street, he would
have to make it a point and test out his new equipment the first chance he
could get. But for now, he had something pressing ... an unfulfilled issue
to contend with.
"MARNEY!" A voice shouted from behind. The big man slowly turned,
"You and me are gonna finish this one right here and right now! You
stinking dirty cheat!"
Marney spat, "Go home boy!" He drawled slowly, taking the leather
thong from the hammer on his holstered gun.
"You don't scare me!" The young man shouted, "I ain't afraid of you!"
Marney sensed the weight of his Colt, his callused fingers hovered close
to it's bone handle. A single bead of sweat rolled down his cold and
calculating features. Marney was reader of people, knowing his victim's
by the way they hold themselves ... and ... a killer is always ready. What
did he have to fear from a tenderfoot, like the one that faced him now?
Marney turned slightly sideways and gave a slimmer target to the youth,
"Go on back home kid, afore you get yourself killed!"
The boy only braced himself and stepped away from the stores and into
the street, "I ain't afraid of you Marney! You tried cheating me and I aim
to settle!" The boy repeated.
Marney watched into the brown eyes of the kid, slowly people began to
filter away from behind them. He felt the coin in his left hand ... what
should he do? Slowly he ran his thumb across the coin's smooth surface,
rotating it once between his thumb and index finger. Twice ... the coin
slipped, Marney's eyes for the briefest of moments were drawn toward
his hand. The youth saw the movement and mistook it for an escalation
of action, his trembling hands flew to the big revolver strapped to his hip.
Marney knew it was put up or shut up time, his right hand dropped to the
handle of his Colt.
The sound from two loud shots, barked in unison as they bounced from
store front to store front ... sound echoed between them. Marney smiled
slowly as the smoke began to dissipate between them, the boy had fired
... but Marney had as well. The youth stood steadfast in the dusty street
as Marney scanned him for the bloody hole that was sure to be. His eye
was drawn to the ground only inches from the young man's feet. Marney
smiled, the boy hadn't even cleared his holster, the divot where his slug
had penetrated the ground was the only evidence he would need. Marney
began to raise his arm and take aim again, only ... the pain wouldn't let
him.
Marney looked down, his shirt was red and seeping with blood ... his
blood. The revolver spun against his index finger, upside down and hung
there as Marney dropped to his knees. The coin lay just below him,
Marney felt himself grow light headed as he sought to reach the coin. The
thud of the great Colt hitting the ground seemed to reverberate within his
head as he fell forward, catching himself with one hand. Coughing, the
blood flecked the ground with the white bubbles of a lung shot. Marney
was dying.
He struggled and grasped the coin in his left hand, his eyes looking at the
boots of the black toothed boy ... the boy who had shot him. Slowly his
vision blurred and became foggy. Marney coughed and swallowed hard,
the boy leaned over and pulled the coin from Marney's trembling hand.
"I'll take that ..." Marney coughed with spasms, his eyes glazed, with one
great sigh... he breathed no more.
***
Justice has its own terrible way of dealing with evil, Marlene thought she
could escape into the west where 'law' was nothing more than a word
spoken between lawyers. She thought she would be at one with the times
and be able to take from weaker people, those items that she felt was
needed. Only, Marlene found out the hard way, that even on the dusty
little streets of the TWILIGHT ZONE ... there's someone who is always
faster.
THE END
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