Decided to revise the 21st chapter. Unfortunately this would mean I have more to write and it won't end here. Hope you enjoy this, never the less! - letitbexo
Chapter 12
Georgina has now left me alone in that wretched basement once more, the smell of the running old water swirled with the pungent perfume of my vomit reaches to my senses, and so my eyes rolls back. How impudent am I to let Georgina see me retch all over the floor before she fled the scene. She told me to hold on tight so that she can find help for me, and my eyes water from either my sickness or her eternal love for me. Or perhaps, in my own vanity, a mixture of both. I see a blur of dark and maroon before I let these eyes fall back on my surroundings, and I am introduced to the cold air again. I thought for a moment, I could hear a flicker, or like a shooting pebble skipping across the floor, but alas it was just my mind throwing me in a loop of its own mockery and mischief. I open my mouth and shut them tight again, lunging myself towards the eat in kitchen to see if I can have myself a refreshing drink of moloko minus. My hand became a flurry as I quickly open the cabinet door to retrieve the bottle, and the milk glints a porcelain rage against the darkness. I gulp in hunger and reach for it.
The top comes off and the glass edge meets my lips, to which my throat opens up with a rush of cool white liquid that makes me sigh in carnal satisfaction. Sweet Fucking Mary. My insides cool down and I can properly breathe again like a plant after the summer heat hides behind the clouds. I leave the empty bottle somewhere around me before jumping up to my feet; all I had to do now was play the waiting game. Perhaps if I am patient and quiet enough, I can have the riveting opportunity to hear Georgie and Dim beating down the door before doing the same to Alex boy. The corners of my mouth pull back and I chuckle.
Let the games begin.
I look over my slender shoulder and see through my sweaty bangs the small basement window that I had just left behind after speaking with Georgina. The basement let in a needle of white light, as if presenting itself as a sign of hope and vitality ahead of me. In the light, I can see specks of dust dancing around, and my mind flashes back when I was a little boy in the olden days of youth. When I was bored and full of stubborn energy, I would sit very quietly near the windows of mama's house, my eyes focused on those specks of dust as they fall gracefully around in the sunlight. My mind was much too young and curious to understand why I'm seeing what I was seeing, but it was the only thing that somehow made sense to me after I was faced with my father's toiling death. I was a child without any friends, you see, and from that day, the quiet subtlety of science and atoms became what was left of my lonesome childhood.
I let my weak body fall on the darkened bed, focusing on the cracks on the ceiling above me, perking my ears up for the upcoming violent event. There is a light coating of sweat covering my pale flesh, and my stomach flutters with much excitement. I wonder how long this would take, I muse to myself. Georgina has some impressive set of long legs that should carry her pretty self down to the police station in less than a half hour's time, and her equally fast lips painted in fierce vermillion should catch Georgie's and Dim's attention even quicker than her runner's pace. With all of this, give or take, I should be hearing something in about fifteen minutes from now. More or less, give or take. My old girl knows what she's doing.
As I said before, readers; let the games begin!
My mind slips back to those half-forgotten atoms and science basking in the needle of light, and after seconds of hearing a humming silence drumming inside my ears, a shadow forms inside my mind. The flurry of dust specks fall down gracefully like snowflakes or like rose petals on a shining Valentines morning into a lover's bed, and the form takes shape of a young blond man. He is crouched over in an upright fetal position, his arms wrapped around his knees and his head on top of them. His hair was sandy in tone, glittering by the needle of light. The light, a shade of bone once it meets his flesh, reveals me a sad looking Alex looking up at me. The blood on his face, screaming against his alabaster skin and electric blue eyes, coats the edges of his hair and drips down from his pointy chin, and for a moment I thought I heard him hum at me. He became a work of art, to me, to the world that shall soon find out about his heinous crime, and then as quick as light, he became my arch nemesis.
In time, my eyes flash open just when I hear the door banging upstairs.
I hear the footsteps of Alex slouching against the floor right above me, and I stare at the cracked ceilings, my eyes following to the sounds of him walking away towards the front door, trying to ignore my beating heart. I lie perfectly still and catch my breath, the sound of the front door swinging open and some murmurs that follow became more and more loud and violent in its beats and tones. Then, I flinch as I hear thunderous footsteps marching in, a crashing lamp exploding upstairs and a heavy laughter that sounded like a gorilla. And now it's my turn to shake like a coward, dear readers. They're here.
Still, I wait. I wanted to hear what would happen next. The footsteps continued on, there were sounds of people screaming at each other, and then I hear a dull thump right above me. Somebody must have fallen, and I'm assuming its Alex. Did they just hit him with something? I can imagine his blood drenched profile again, holding his wound like a sensitive child after getting into an accident. I hear some more murmurs, but it was a heavy voice this time, and I frown confusingly as I hear yet another dull thump followed by a hefty cry ahead of me. Two people have fallen? Who could they be? Alex and Georgie, or Alex and Dim? Who's hitting who? I hear the footsteps walking around again, and I bite my cracked lip in anticipation. Then, in a split second, I hear the footsteps running overhead and I let my chin point upwards towards the ceiling and my eyes traveling almost to the back of my skull to follow the person running at the back of the house. I hear the back door opening and closing, and then, silence.
… Can I move again? I furrow my sweaty brows together before gingerly sitting up and trying to piece together as to what might have happened just now. Two thumps means two have fallen, and only one of them may have been the one who knocked them out unconscious. I scrunch my face in painfully, my head throbbing for some reason. I blame the hunger, and the lack of proper lighting. Mostly hunger. I groan, the sound trembling in my guts and bowel, and I think back to the upstairs mania. Two thumps, two fallen soldiers. One survived, and he for some reason ran to the back door…
… Running away from whom? Running from—
I snap my eyes open in violent realization and I shoot myself off the bed and ran up the wooden stairs towards the door; no no no no no no! It can't be! It just cannot be! I open the door and the light blinds me, but something else did too. Red. Violent, bright shades of red all over the two fallen soldiers. My eyes readjusts to the light of the room and I find myself disconnected from all the outside noises, all of my thoughts, my feelings, the scent of last night's oriental takeouts, everything. My senses have all but shut down. Georgie was lying on the floor with his temple split open, blood seeping out and leaving a trail all over his face and on the floor. Dim was sitting upright against a wall and his nose and lip was too busted open, his fingers bruised and his head surrounding by a splash of blood. It looks like he got hit on the head as well. Everything was too quiet now, too sudden and intense. For a second I thought they would both open their eyes and say their greetings, but they became what I remembered them being like in our gang days; just two dolls following Alex, without any input, any opinion or objection to his superior. My eyes roll to the side towards the back door, and the door was still left open, a blood trail leading the way.
Alex has managed to escape.