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Retribution: One Down
By Bill Hart
I truly doubted that he ever expected to see me again.
But having known her for as long as I had and as well as I did, I
could easily imagine she'd told him I was nothing more than a base
coward afraid of my own shadow. She had clearly convinced the damn
fool, who I'd once called my best friend, that he could easily take
her away from me without me even putting up a fight.
She had always been a rather selfish person. For as long as I'd
known her, she always thought of herself first and foremost. No one
else ever really mattered to her. Even after all the time we'd been
together, I doubted that she really knew that much about me. Who I
was or what I could do had never overly interested her much.
And he - my once best friend - wasn't all that much better than she
was. He had always wanted what other people had without having to
earn it himself. But he still had his flaws. Somehow he'd never
realized that those people who could see which of his strings to pull
had never had trouble manipulating him.
Putting it plain and simple, she was user. On the other hand, she
would have loudly disagreed with that assessment of her character.
Quite apparently, she had wanted a new boy toy because she had simply
grown tired of me. And the poor simpleton was readily - far too
readily - available.
Of course, he was also a user. As with her, I have no doubts he would
have vehemently disagreed with that assessment. He wanted her simply
because he didn't have her. He had obviously never heard that age
old saying about the having being potentially worse than the wanting.
He looked nervous - scared might even have been a better word - as he
saw me staring at him from across the mall. I was certain he must
have figured he'd be perfectly safe from me in this milling crowd. I
suppose I might have thought the same thing if I'd been him and
blindly believed every word she'd told him. Under the circumstances,
it was a perfectly reasonable assumption. Unfortunately, it just
wasn't a very good one.
He waved at me.
Did he really think I hadn't seen him standing over there?
That was probably the case. He wasn't that bright and it would be so
like him. In fact, I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if he
thought this was just some chance encounter. He simply couldn't know
that I'd had my reasons for choosing today to meet him.
With a disarming smile, I waved back at him. I certainly didn't want
him running away and hiding from me now. My smile quickly widened,
once he froze in place unable to move a single voluntary muscle. No
one had even noticed he was there any longer. It was almost as if he
had never been standing there. But then, that was exactly what I had
planned.
A moment later, without any conscious action on his part, he slowly
turned and began heading for the small crowd that I'd known would be
waiting just outside the movie theater today. They were another
integral part of the reason we were here. Sometimes the easiest plans
to devise were also the best executed. And this exceedingly simple
plan I'd devised for taking care of my former best friend was very
definitely both of those. And then some.
Even from where I stood several feet away watching him, it was clear
he had no idea what was happening to him. He was totally confused;
I'd planned it that way. He was actively trying to fight it off, but
he simply couldn't find the strength to do so. Even if he could have
asked me, I wasn't overly inclined to tell him what was about to
happen. It was supposed to be a great big surprise. He'd always
liked surprises.
As he walked slowly towards that small group I intended him to join,
his body began slowly changing. His transformation was an absolute
necessity for my scheme to succeed. He simply couldn't have joined
them the way he'd looked before. He would have stuck out like a big
sore thumb.
By the time he'd reached the halfway point between where he'd been
and where he was going, he was no longer recognizably himself. But
even as pervasive as his changes had already been there were still
several additional alterations to be made. He was only half way
there. Had he only known enough to turn back then, he could have
once again become who he'd always been. But he hadn't known to do
that. How could he have known? Who could have possibly told him
something like that? His restoration simply wasn't a part of my plan.
As a result, his next small step towards the group simply initiated
his irrevocable journey down the path of becoming who he'd be for the
remainder of his life.
His physical changes rapidly accelerated as he neared the chosen
group. Even the fear I'd once seen in his eyes had now completely
vanished. His mind, as well as his body, had been changed. He'd
never really forget who he'd once been, but he'd never be able to act
on that information in any way. For all intents and purposes, he
would fit in perfectly with them once reality realigned and they fully
accepted him as the person he was becoming.
And just a moment later, it was done.
It had been a totally seamless integration of what had been and what
would be to form what is.
There was no remaining trace of he who had been my best friend. To
be quite truthful, I wouldn't really miss him and doubted anyone else,
other than her, would either. He was now totally one of them, just
as if he'd born to be one of them. It also seemed as if he and his
new friends now chatted endlessly and quite frivolously. If I hadn't
known better, I would have sworn they had all known each other for
years and years. I had no real doubts that was now the case. Even
if I couldn't hear a single word of their conversation, I certainly
had no difficulty figuring out the topic of their engrossing little
chitchat.
It was just so perfectly obvious now.
What else could they possibly be talking about?
After all, that was why I'd picked this particular group in which to
place him. The half dozen cheerleaders waiting in line for the movie
never noticed the small increase in their number. As a group, they'd
never been known to be overly observant. They would have never let
something so minor bother them before and they weren't about to let it
start bothering them now. What did it really matter to them if there
were now seven of them instead of the six that had arrived? Besides,
every single one of them knew it wasn't their powers of observation
poor and meager as they were, that had anything to do with them
attracting the boys from the football. They all certainly had other
valuable attributes for doing that.
But as was and would always be his nature, even in his altered and
rather pleasing new form, my former best friend would still want most
what other people around him had. As a young man joined each of the
seven cheerleaders in the movie line, I knew that was certainly still
true of him.
From the lustful look that had begun burning in his eyes, I could tell
he wanted something - and he really wanted it badly - from that young
man who had just casually slipped his arm around his slender waist.
I was quite pleased with how well things had worked out.
Perhaps one day, I'd peer into his subconscious mind. I wondered how
long his mental screaming would continue.
One down.
One to go.
THE END
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