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Philip Williams writes:
KILL PHIL
A rip-roaring tale of blood, death and fanfiction.
Chapter fifteen:
"The Undisputed Truth"
Much, much later, in the Tokyo hospital.
From somewhere off-screen, his face completely hidden by a conveniently placed shadow, Phil spoke:
"Sofie, Sofie, Sofie," he said soothingly. "I'm so sorry."
Covered in blood and dirt, Sofie sat in a wheelchair. Phil rested his hands on the backrest.
And Sofie began to cry.
"Please! Please forgive me!" she wailed.
From out of view, Phil shhhhed her.
"There, there," he said. "No more of that. It's not like you really had a choice."
"But still!"
"But nothing Sofie. All there is now is an aching in my heart for what that women did to a beautiful and brilliant junior writer."
The news of the night still weighed heavily in Phil's heart. He did not feel able to keep up the show of kindness for long.
"If you had to guess why she left you alive, dear Sofie, what would be your guess?"
Sofie sobbed more as the painful memories resurfaced.
"I-I don't need to guess…" she said. "She told me herself."
Sofie told Phil everything that Tcutla had said as she interrogated her in the car boot.
"I'm allowing you to keep your
wicked life for one reason and one
reason only…"
"…so you can tell him,
in person, everything that happened
here tonight…"
"…I want him to witness
the extent of my mercy, by
being a witness to your deformed body…"
"…I want you to tell him all the
information you just told me…"
"…I want him to know what I know. I
want him to know I want him to
know…"
"…and I want them all to know,
they'll all soon be as dead as Helen."
In the back of the hospital room was another one of the Fatal Cobras. She watched Phil comfort Sofie, and had listened to Sofie's tale with interest.
"Nancy," said Phil. The Cobra's ears pricked. "Unless she's being tricky, Marc will be number two."
"But…"
"I know," said Phil. "No matter what happens Nancy, he will be number two."
"I see," said Nancy. "So where is the Nineteenth Angel? Where is Marc?"
"He's at a holiday home in America at the moment. Los Angeles of all places," said Phil, his body and face still out of view. "But the woman you want will likely hold up in a low budget motel, fifteen or twenty minutes away from stepping on board a plane departing LAX. Please avenge Sofie here…"
There was a long pause. Phil turned away from everything and looked into the all-consuming shadows surrounding him…
"…and Helen," he choked out at last.
Nancy chewed on some gum and blew out a large pink bubble.
"California, here I come."
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Even later…In the hospital car park, Phil – his form still completely hidden by shadow - sat in the drivers seat of a silver luxury car. Everything was quiet. It was as though the whole world had died.
He unpaused the CD player:
"…where we can be together, I promise you…"
Then promptly paused it again.
And now we leave this author alone, with his only his own thoughts and promises for comfort.
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By the time Sofie was receiving treatment, I had already patched myself up. I took a plane back to the US of A, and that was where I was to meet Marc again. I believe that that was where you joined this sordid tale, right?
If you stay tuned and watch out, maybe you'll catch the rest of the journey. Now my death list is two down.
Helen (the 'Beloved Fool') (Deceased)
Marc (the 'Nineteenth Angel') (Deceased)
Nancy ('Deadly Sirens')
Adam (the so-called 'Soviet Man')
Tom (in need of a good spork to the eye.)
And last of all, Phil.
I can imagine Phil's reaction to the death of Beloved Fool. I wonder what he thought when Marc departed from the world of the living? Did he know he'd been betrayed?
Maybe.
Will you join me again in a seriously messed up journey of blood, death and fanfiction? Where I promise, I'll rip, I'll roar, and I'll slaughter my way all the way to the founder of the Fatal Cobras, Phil.
Get ready, Phil.
I'm coming for you.
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THIS IS
THE END
OF
KILL
PHIL
VOLUME ONE
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The Crazed Uma Thurman Look-Alike's journey through the realms of fanfiction will continue in:
KILL PHIL: VOLUME 2
See you next time!
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"Phil?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think she was told?"
"No."
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END
