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Retribution: None to Go
By Bill Hart
I no longer had any real choice in the matter. There was no more
time. I simply had to take care of her now. I was already afraid
that I had waited too long.
With my infallible 20-20 hindsight, I knew I had made a major mistake
in dealing with him first. Why couldn't my myopic foresight ever be
just as perfect as my infallible hindsight? Even once in a while
would be nice for a change. I'd always hated making mistakes.
I should have taken care of her first. I just knew it. Clearly, she
had started missing him a whole lot sooner than he would have missed
her. I should have realized that when I'd been deciding who to deal
with first. But that was my fault. I'd always had this rather large
blind spot wherever she was concerned. And I could always easily
replace him as my best friend.
But she was a potentially larger problem than he could have ever hoped
to be. I knew it; I'd always known it. I'd just been overly hesitant
about dealing with her. Even worse than that, she knew me better than
I had imagined she might. She'd paid more attention to the things I'd
told her and fooled me into thinking she'd paid no attention at all.
If she had already discovered he was missing, then she would never
allow me to come anywhere near her. Even if she wouldn't admit to
herself what I was fully capable of doing, she would certainly know
deep down within her that I was the one solely responsible for his
disappearance.
I could kick myself for my own stupidity. I had to assume she knew
he'd vanished by now. Although I hated to admit it, I knew she wasn't
stupid. From this moment on, she would be constantly on her guard
against me.
Damn it. Sometimes I could be such a stupid idiot.
How could I possibly get to her now?
I needed to devise a new plan of attack. That much was perfectly
obvious now. I was thoroughly convinced that my old plan, which had
proven so effective against him, would no longer be useful against
her. Maybe if I'd dealt with her first, it would have worked. But
we'd known each other too long and shared too many things. Each of
us knew how each other thought. She might be sneaky, but she wouldn't
fool me again. However, how could I possibly hope to fool someone who
knew me as well as, if not better than, I knew myself?
I began smiling. The answer to that question was incredibly obvious.
In fact, it was so obvious that I wondered why I hadn't thought of it
earlier. Clearly, if I wanted to fool someone like her, who thought
she already knew exactly what I'd do in any given circumstance, I had
to become far more clever and devious. I merely had to do something
she would never consider me capable of doing. It was just such an
unbelievably simple explanation.
As I made my way to the mirror hanging on the wall in my bathroom, I
suddenly knew exactly what I needed to do. This was rapidly becoming
the most perfect plan I'd ever devised in my life. She would never
believe, even in her wildest dreams, that I could ever do what I was
planning on doing to myself. In fact, just to show how great a plan
it really was, I was still having trouble believing I'd do something
like that to me.
After less than a moment had passed, I was absolutely amazed at the
sight of my reflection. It was just so incredible. It was only a
minor modification of what I'd already done to him. I'd also very
carefully exorcised any and all potential mental changes. I could
barely believe what I'd just done had produced such an incredibly
fascinating result. I felt incredibly awesome. At the same time, I
knew I would never be able to explain how I'd felt as my body had
altered from its previous shape into this new one. But I knew with
absolute certainty that she would never recognize the me reflected in
the mirror for whom I really was. Even my own dear mother, who had
always wished for a daughter, would never recognize her son in this
altered new form. Needless to say, if I hadn't already known it was
my image being reflected back from the mirror, I would have been
extremely hard pressed to guess the attractive girl's identity.
She'd be at the mall soon.
I'd have to be ready for her. I'd only get this one chance.
With just the merest of thoughts, I was instantly transported to
that place where she would soon be. I awaited her arrival with
eager anticipation.
However, she took longer getting there than I'd expected she would.
I wasn't really too surprised. She'd never thought anything about
keeping me waiting before. Of course, she didn't know I was waiting.
At the same time, I'd always been considered somewhat impatient. I
had never liked waiting around when there was something that needed
being done. And to top it all off, if this damn inactivity wasn't
already more than enough to drive anyone mad, I'd actually been hit on
by some geeky guy just slightly less than a heartbeat following my
arrival. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't seemed to understand the
meaning of the word 'no'. And consequently, I'd decided it wasn't
really my place to try and teach her the error of her old ways.
Finally, she arrived. Better late than never.
But she hadn't come here alone.
How very typical of her and her ruthless coldness. He hadn't even
been gone a whole day yet and she'd already gone out and found his
replacement. But if I were any judge, she could have definitely done
far better than that runty little boy. This new lover of hers wasn't
all that much to look at. He was definitely too young for her. When
had she started robbing the cradle? Did she change his diapers? I
certainly wasn't impressed with him. Clearly, she was merely slumming
among children until she could find someone older and superior.
But this clumsy and foolish youth of hers kept getting in the way.
No matter how I positioned myself, he always seemed to be standing
directly between her and me. My plan simply couldn't work with him
constantly standing in my way. Just how could she continually be so
damn lucky?
I knew I'd simply have to get even closer to her or discard my plan.
But I wasn't too worried about that. My disguise was flawless, just
as I'd known it would be. Even had she noticed me as I drew nearer,
she would never recognize me or think me anyone other than I appeared
to be. Very clearly, as a result of my physical alterations, I now
appeared totally unthreatening to her. But that silly girl had always
been far too trusting when she thought herself in control. I'd even
counted on taking advantage of that little flaw of hers. I wondered
if she had ever heard that old, but quite truthful, expression about
appearances often being quite deceiving.
As I casually walked up right beside her, I smiled at her and she
smiled back at me. No one objected to my presence; no one said a
single word in complaint. Everything was going so smoothly. I knew
now that it was only a matter of time before she was taken care of
according to my perfectly laid out plan. Soon, she'd be gone. And
absolutely nobody would ever know that I'd ever been involved.
However, a strong hand grabbing my arm suddenly surprised me. I was
momentarily stunned by this unexpected development. Who could have
possibly dared interfere with what I planned on doing?
As I slowly turned, intent on making some meddlesome fool pay for his
arrogance, I couldn't believe my eyes. This just wasn't possible.
He couldn't possibly have stopped me from doing anything.
He wouldn't have dared.
It must have been the folly of his youth that was to blame. How else
could I ever rationally explain away the actions of that young boy
accompanying her? He couldn't possibly know what I intended for her.
How could he? He was just a mere boy, after all. But he certainly
had the iron grip of a stronger and much older man. That little fool
was hurting my arm. He'd definitely pay many times over for his
insensitivity.
He openly stared at me. Although it was a little unnerving at first,
I thought I totally understood his action now. After all, I'd been
his age once myself; I had first hand knowledge what havoc a pretty
face, especially hers, could wreak on some innocent boy's youthful
hormones. But such impunity - even if he were a misguided child -
simply had to be dealt with. And it had to be dealt with swiftly and
harshly.
My first step in dealing with this impudent youth was to return his
stare. He needed to be taught with whom he was dealing. It was a
lesson I intended him never to forget. But when my gaze met his, I
soon realized he had the most fascinating eyes I'd ever seen in my
life. Although I doubted that could be of any real significance, I
still wondered why I'd failed to notice that interesting little detail
before now.
When the pain in my arm inexplicably began subsiding, I realized the
youth must have finally released his grip on my arm. That felt much
better. The insufferable boy was finally beginning to show me the
respect that I, as his elder and better, deserved. But I wondered why
he'd lifted his hand to my forehead. It was such an unusual act for a
child to perform. His hand felt so cold and clammy. And yet, at the
very same time, his hand simply being there seemed so very relaxing.
After dropping his hand to his side, he began asking me questions.
How very rude and impertinent of the lad. I, of course, refused to
answer any of his questions.
Just what was his game anyway?
Had he, or perhaps had she, become suspicious of me for some reason?
It simply didn't seem very likely. My disguise was just too perfect.
She couldn't possibly know I was me.
Perhaps he just considered my refusal to answer his inane questions
somewhat suspicious. I had to quickly dispel those thoughts. I
decided I could play his little game too. Thereafter I began
answering his every question, even those he asked more than once.
Clearly, he was a sly one and I was thoroughly convinced he still
distrusted me. Why else would he ask me the same question twice in
a row? And why else had he been so insistent that I answer those
duplicate questions? But I was also fairly certain I could easily
allay his every suspicion. He was just a boy, after all. He wasn't
about to trip me up or catch me with such a simple parlor trick. I
was no one's fool; I hadn't been born yesterday. As a result, every
time he repeated one of his questions, I simply made certain that I
answered it exactly as I'd answered it the first time.
But he certainly was asking me a lot of questions. And a lot of them
were just so repetitious... in the extreme. But no matter how many
times he asked me the same dumb old question, he got exactly the same
answer from me. I thought he found my stubbornness in dealing with
him annoying. There were several strange questions that I wasn't
entirely sure why he bothered asking them. But most of his questions
seemed generally innocuous, while many of the others were plainly and
simply irrelevant to anything at all. But more oddly, neither the
questions he'd asked nor the answers I'd given in return seemed to
stick in my mind much past the beginning of his next question. Had
he not been just a mere boy, I might have become worried. But I knew
this skinny lad could never harm me.
Abruptly, he stopped asking his inane questions. I didn't even know
why he'd stopped, he just had. Maybe he was no longer so suspicious
of me. But I was thoroughly convinced he'd simply grown tired of
asking question after question and getting absolutely nowhere. Very
clearly, I had won this round of our little battle.
Once again, he put his hand across my forehead. Just as before, it
was colder than ice. Maybe this simple lad wasn't just a simple lad
after all. If I might have believed any of those ridiculous rumors
I'd heard, he might have easily been some hideous alien reptile cast
into human form. But who would ever believe such total garbage?
As he lowered his hand, I opened my eyes and looked around. I was
very surprised, but most definitely not by anything I could see in
the mall. I'd simply never realized until now that my eyes had been
closed since that first time the strange boy had put his hand on my
forehead.
Who - maybe even what - the hell was he?
After a quick self-examination, I felt greatly relieved. Despite my
fears, I hadn't been altered in any way. I was still exactly the same
as I'd been when I'd first entered the mall earlier today. And yet,
something just seemed different somehow. However, I had no clues what
that difference might actually be. All that I knew with any great
certainty was I just felt so incredibly alive. It was an unusual
feeling that had been more or less a total stranger to me for many,
many years.
I looked for the boy. I had to make him tell me what he'd done to me.
But he had vanished without leaving a trace.
At the same time, she must know what the boy had done to me.
But could I face her?
As I slowly turned around, I saw her standing there. She was just
staring at me with those incredibly gorgeous eyes of hers. I smiled
hesitantly at her. And she immediately smiled back at me.
At that exact instant, I knew that I still loved her. I was also
having increasingly lustful and quite enjoyable thoughts about her.
It had to be the boy's doing. And yet, I knew at the same time that
the boy had nothing to do with it. Whatever else he might have done
to me, he certainly hadn't made me love her. I'd always loved her
and probably always would, even though I doubted she'd ever return
that love to me.
As if sensing the turmoil of my feelings, she came over and kissed me
softly on the lips. I couldn't believe she'd just done that. Never
in my life had I imagined her kiss could be so delightfully wonderful.
It made me feel ashamed for what I been thinking of doing to her.
Could it be that, in spite of everything, she actually loved me?
Although stranger things happened in the world from time to time, it
simply didn't seem very likely that she could ever really love me.
That saddened me greatly. I'd always wished things could have been
different between us, but I'd always been more of a realist than a
romantic. In the past, she'd always surrounded herself with men. I
suppose I couldn't really blame her. I liked men as well as the next
girl. Even though I loved her, how could I ever think a simple girl
like me had any real chance at all with someone like her? I simply
had nothing to offer her.
And yet, this time when she smiled at me, she had that totally naughty
look in her eyes. But as she kissed me again - this time with far
more passion than before - I realized I just might have something to
offer her that no one else could ever hope to offer her.
As our kiss deepened, I was quickly convinced - just as I knew she
must be - that we'd be thoroughly enjoying ourselves while she kept
endeavoring to discover just what it was I had to offer her.
THE END
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