Cool Kid Saves the Cats
Chapter 25: M'Andrew Part 1
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
The heartbeat monitor was going at a steady rate. With every beat, the life of a human hangs in the balance. FaDoug's eyes were glued to the monitor for Cool Kid. He had been staying by his bed for two months straight. His eyes were dreary, the bags under them were as black as his oversized fedora. His clothes were stained with pizza sauce, honey mustard, and Mountain Dew from the time staying her with Cool Kid; he refused to ever get up or wash his clothes.
As he stares at Cool Kid and his heartbeat monitor, the door behind him swings open, and an old friend walks in.
"FaDoug….it's been two months already…." FaDoug doesn't acknowledge him, he just keeps staring at Cool Kid. "FaDoug, please. It's been two months since the bombing, and we have everything stabilized now. We'll watch over him...please, go home and get some r-"
"I CAN'T TYRONE!" FaDoug's scream echoed throughout the room. Tyrone took a step back. "I just *tip* can't leave my best *tip* friend like this! Even *tip* if he'll be okay, I *tip* don't want to leave him! I want to *tip* be here for him if he *tip* is in pain! I want *tip* to be here for him if he pulls *tip* through! I just….*tip* have to be here…." He starts to cry, then weeps.
Tyrone frowns then walks up to FaDoug. He wraps his arms around him and cuddles him in his arms. He strokes the back of his hair, comforting him in his time of need.
"I understand FaDoug...I want him to be okay too. But...there's nothing you can do now…." FaDoug weeps deeply into Tyrone's chest. "Please FaDoug, he wouldn't want to see you like this. Cool Kid would want to see you prosper! He'd want to see you free yourself! Not fall into a deep hole like this…" FaDoug looks up at him.
"You're….*tip* you're right….I can't just *tip* sit here and cry anymore….*tip* I need to help myself, and help him!" FaDoug wipes his tears away, and looks back at Cool Kid. "Tyrone….I just want to know one thing…."
"Go ahead FaDoug, I'll answer whatever questions you have, if I can."
"W….what's going to *tip* be done about his arm? And that *tip* thing in his head? What will we *tip* do?" Tyrone smiles and places a hand on FaDoug's fedora.
"It's okay FaDoug. Our top scientists are already constructing him a new arm as we speak. It'll be robotic and totally epic! As for that thing in his head….well, we're going to see if we can remove it, but it's stuck hard in there. He might have to...no, don't worry. We'll definitely remove it!" He smiles at FaDoug.
"You….you *tip* promise, Tyrone?"
"I promise." He smiles and hugs him one more time. "Now, please head home and clean yourself up, okay? You wouldn't want to look like this when Cool Kid wakes up." He says with a warm smile. FaDoug smiles back and wipes the tears from his eyes. He nods and let's go of Tyrone. He walks over to Cool Kid, and gives him a loving hug. After a few minutes of hugging, he tips his fedora, then walks out with tears in his eyes.
Tyrone sighs then looks back at Cool Kid. "You better pull through, Cool Kid. Not only for yourself or Cool Cat, but for FaDoug." He wipes a tear from his eye. "And for me". He leaves the room, closing the door on Cool Kid.
Several hours later, FaDoug stands in the laundry room of his apartment. He's in nothing but his sexy underwear and fedora. He's standing in front of the washing machine, he watches his clothes swirl around. The shower is on, it's slowly heating up. FaDoug stands there silently, smiling, thinking about Cool Kid. He starts to rub his arms, slowly at first, then quickly.
"Holy shit….I'm so *tip* cold!" He shivers and breathes into his hands. "Shit!" He walks around his apartment. It's surprisingly clean, especially for an apartment that hasn't been inhabited for two months. He goes up to the thermostat, and looks at the temperature. "75 degrees F….so why's it so cold?" He looks around, for the answer, until he hears an ominous loud noise.
"OOOoooOoOooooOOOOOOoOoOoO" FaDoug shivers in fear as he turns around, fear envelops him as he wonders what could be causing this noise, as well as this cold. When he finally turns around, he sees it: The Window! It was left open, letting all the cool air in.
"Oh, okay." He walks over to it, and closes it. He smiles as warmth finally returns to him. He smiles and moans a little, then lets out a sigh of relief. He turns around and heads back to the laundry.
"I wouldn't get so comfortable just yet." FaDoug freezes. The eerie voice loomed over the whole apartment. He began to sweat violently. He looks around frantically for the perpetrator of the voice.
"Wh-who's *tip* there!?" He picks up an anime body pillow filled with bricks. He sweats angrily. "Show yourself!" The voice laughs antagonistically at FaDoug.
"My my, how much more mature you've become through the years! Fine, I'll show myself, just for you!" The voice laughs more, then finally reveals himself. From the air vent, a man wearing a gray wool cashmere coat with golden buttons, gray dress pants, gray dress shoes, and a large orange and yellow scarf, descends in front of FaDoug. He smiles at him. "Long time no see, huh?"
FaDoug's mouth is left agape. He's staring in silence at the man in front of him. "M...M...M *tip*...M'Andrew!?" The man in front of him laughs in FaDoug's face, then puts on gray wool gloves, and a slides a comb through his beautiful blond hair.
"That's right, brother. It's me, M'Andrew! Tell me, how have you been? It's been so long since we've last chatted like this." He smiles.
"L-long? M'Andrew, I *tip* thought you were *tip* dead! You have a grave out at the *tip* cemetery! I visit it every *tip* year! i...i….*tip* I-"
"That's enough brother, please. You're embarrassing yourself." He finishing combing his hair then places the comb in his pocket. "I never died dear brother, I simply ran away from home years ago. I faked my death so you all would never find me." He laughs a little. "There is nothing in that grave, it is entirely empty."
"But...but *tip* why did you run away? We *tip* loved you! Mom and dad loved *tip* you! I *tip* loved you!"
"Love has nothing to do with it!" He snaps at FaDoug. "You...you ruined everything for me….nobody cared about me because you were always there!" He clenches his fist and bites his lip. "You were always that special little fuck...you were the gifted child that couldn't even speak like a human! Everyone loved you, while I was just the weirdo with an M in the front of his name! I couldn't take it anymore….so I fucking left."
FaDoug stares at him, with tears in his eyes. "M'Andrew….I never *tip* knew you felt that-"
"And recently….I learned….that you weren't even supposed to exist in the first place…."
FaDoug's eyes widen. "Weren't supposed to *tip* exist...what do you mean?" M'Andrew grits his teeth and growls.
"It doesn't matter anymore….I know the truth...and now...I have a purpose...people care for me, they think I'm special….unlike you and your shitty family!"
"M'Andrew please….we can t-"
"Stop calling me by my name! You don't deserve it you, shitstain."
"M'A-...Brother, please just *tip* calm down, we can just talk *tip* about this! Please just *tip* calm down!"
"Don't you dare tell me what to do...after all these years…" He slowly approaches FaDoug, his intense anger on his face. "Don't you fucking dare!"
"Okay...okay….I *tip* won't tell you what to *tip* do...I'm sorry."
"Good boy, instead, I'm going to tell you what to do. Ready?" FaDoug nods, anxious but ready for his brother. M'Andrew smirks. "Die". He removes his scarf and does a backflip over FaDoug. Right before landing, he wraps it around FaDoug's neck. He pushes him to the floor and yanks the scarf upwards as hard as he can. FaDoug tries to fight back, he tries to scream, he tries to do anything; but M'Andrew's grip is too strong. FaDoug's energy is drained away with every second his breath is denied to him.
"I always fantasized about this moment! About how I would kill you! Maybe a gun? No, too impersonal. A knife? No, too quick. Drugs? No, I wanted to see you suffer. But this? This scarf? I'm sure you recognised it. This! This is how you deserve to die! It's perfect! I can control every second of your last moments of life! I could free you, make your death quicker, or slow it down. I can control your fate in its entirety! And there's not a single thing you could possibly hope to do about it!" He laughs as he wraps the scarf around his neck tighter.
As the scarf tightens around his throat, FaDoug tries to reach out. With his last bit of energy, he tries to call out to someone. Not for help, not to save him, but to save everyone else. He can squeeze out only two words before the scarf closes his throat.
"Cool…..Kid….."
Then, the scarf tightens even tighter, closing FaDoug's throat and windpipes. M'Andrew smiles as he makes the scarf as tight as possible around his throat. Then, in only a matter of minutes, FaDoug dies, at the hands of his own brother.
The washing machine finally ends it's cycle, and the machine dings, waiting for the clothes to be taken out. The water from the shower goes on, it finally heated up, a perfect temperature for a nice relaxing shower. The washer machine door opens up.
The next day, Tyrone walks into the police station. He looks over at the room they're keeping Cool Kid in. He sighs and walks over to check on him. He opens the door, then sees a familiar face. "Oh! FaDoug! You cleaned up so quickly! I'm impressed! You look like a totally new person!"
M'Andrew smiles and fixes his fedora. "Thanks Tyrone! It's great to be back!"