Chapter 3
Oh my good neigbor – you seem a bit dead?
It may seem even if it was totally not intended by you that you had broken the goopey little creature with your spoken sentence.
Because now it gave a perfect imitation of your first reaction to it.
It couldn't help itself. It stared. And stared some more.
Its cyan coloured eye stared into the deep abyss of your soul.
Thank God did you wear 'it' around your wrist.
Otherwise the abyss would have had stared back. And would have won.
The other eye was decked over in black goop, it seemed melted? Now looking further at it, you could see how the goop dripped over its entire body, but as soon as it dropped off and on earth it vanished slowly into nothing.
It seem like it could finally awake itself from its frozen state of being a statue.
It now looked offended as if you had just suggested it should fast and rip off chunks of meat from your neighbors corpse with its teeth.
For half a second you just had exactly that image in your mind and thought morbidly if your neighbors meat would taste like the disgusting slime ball he had been.
You shuddered. The goopey creature seemed to be able to read what you had thought of, because now it just stared deadpanned at you.
"Uhhh..." How equivalent of you.
"I..." You hear answer it in a deep screeching tone... "would never..." the corpse of your neighbor is released and tossed to the side, sharp tentacles stabbing it repeatedly "... Eat this piece of scum, even if I were starving!"
Great. Now you had made it even madder.
Aaand now the Blood dripping black tentacles shifted from the mutilated corpse and pointed their sharp ends towards you.
Next target. Your blood and gut filled body. Yay.
You start to sweat. You didn't want to have to take off 'it`. Only tragedy and death would follow.
The goopey ones death that is.
You didn't want that to happen!
/Fuck come on God, I know I never were overly religious! And I kinda..., ok I fucked up so many lives and there's no really any excuse for that left for me... However, come on I don't want to kill it! You are Omnipotent; you know its reason for killing my scumbag neighbor! So in your own damn name do something so that my hand is not forced! /
You called out to the Almighty for a miracle/ help.
But nothing happened/nobody came.
At least until...
A growling halls through the night.
All noises ceased...
Seriously?!
You stare at the goopey stabhappy little neighbor killer.
A faint cyan blush adorned it's hooded little face.
Embarrassed it looked away from you while one tendril shifted from blood dripping murder weapon to hide that embarrassing face shield. Still dripping blood, but now much cuter in its actions.
/yeah, thanks old man above for this 'special` miracle/, you thought sarcastic. /Making its stomach growling because guess what, apparently it is hungry. /
You need to see the positive side of things. At least you were right in your assumption about it being hungry...
You sigh tired.
It's still night, your fantastic sleep date in Morpheus arms was interrupted and you awoke to the cold harsh reality that calls itself life, you only wore a thin sleeveless undershirt and a pair of certain shorts for men that would you get arrested by the mode police should your ways ever cross, oh and it's still ice cold out there!
You also wore no shoes. Just to mention this crucial detail...
„Look, my lovley `good` neigbor was one of the nastiest piece of shit in existence, which ever walked on this fucking planet! He had the money he had the connections to do whatever the fuck he wanted!
He saw someone with something he didn`t have?!
He used every dirty trick to obtain it! Be it threats, blackmail, anything short of murder!
Someone was with a loved one, be it family or a girlfriend and he desired to have said person near him?!
He manipulated them until the relationship was broken beyond repair and then the moment when they had left their family or partner, when they were alone he made his move!
He would met them under some fabricated reason, inserted himself in their life showered them with gifts, faked affections, made them love him until he had become the centre of their world!
Oh boy, when the dreaded moment arrived, the moment when he got bored of his game!
Then he would just let them fall like a hot potato.
Many of them were left so devasted, they ended up in a mental hospital, if they were lucky. Sadly, most of them just committed suicide.
A very tiny number, a few of them really, had the luck that someone saw their suicide attempt and intervened on their behalf.
They saved them and brought them back to their family, partner or friends.
Then gave an explanation to what a person and his machinations they had fallen victim, too.
It was not easy for this people, after the whole things that had taken place, but their beloved persons welcomed them back and forgave them.
With time and help, they managed to fight their way back to stability but the resentment, the mental scars they will bear forever.
It does not help that they couldn`t really do anything against him.
Legally he hadn`t really broken any laws and even if evidence would have existed, he had 4-5 lawyers at speed dial and on the pay roll.
Also some connections to crime syndicates, one call and homes, cars, work places would be mysterious destroyed, people beat up or threatened with death or torture, even kidnappings would occur.
Therefore, they had no other choice but to cave in and leave him alone. Otherwise they never would have a moment of peace in their life."
You stopped your speech and your face lost all of its blood.
Innerly you cursed.
That couldn`t be! It could not be!
You hadn`t really just done that!?
No, it couldn't be true!
…..
There was no point to be in denial…
You had really done it, committed the horrible crime and now you were guilty…
YOU HAD GIVEN AN EMOTIONAL FILLED SPEECH!
Just what the fuck?!
You just had wanted to give the goopey one a reason to trust you and now you had emotional telled it about your neigbors crimes and the gruesome fate of his victims?!
Feelings, feelings discovered! Abort mission, abandon the ship!
Fuck, it would be a miracle if the goopey one hadn`t read between the lines of your speech and discovered, that you were the one who had saved all victims of said very tiny number of lucky ones!
Not that you had any heroic tendencies, or any wish to take responsibility, were it not for the fact that any of your neigbors victims tended to find their way here to your neigbors need to lay low house.
It just got to bothersome for you.
Every time they committed suicide, be it with jumping from your neigbors roof, hanging themselves from the branches of his priced 100 year old apple tree, drowing themselves in his pool or just set themselves on fire, every time to some fucking bullshit cirumstances their corpses ended up in your backyard!
Oh, that was not entirely right.
The one, who had set herself one fire, had managed to break through your fence in her painful, scream filled agony and spread the fire.
In the end she had died, you had to release `it` from your wrist in order to purge the flames and you were left with a burned down backyard, your house front singed and her to charcoal turned corpse who also had reeked oh so lovely after roasted human meat.
Your `lovley` neigbor of course had called the cops, you were arrested, charged with murder, arson and oh, property damage to his `beloved` fence!
You were only one judgement away from going to high security prison and committing the act of taking ´it` from your wrist in order to escape!
Then your neighbour remembered that should you be found guilty and be shipped away to jail, someone new would get your house.
After it was confiscated in order to pay for the fire damage, considering that your insurance company had already washed their hands of you.
This would mean he lost his convenient last line of defence against the consequences of his singing.
Therefore, he had heroically let his lawyers interfere.
They kicked your third rated attorney and took over your case.
The charges against you were dropped and you came free.
You were only partly happy about this. After all, you had already accepted your fate.
True, prison life was not easy and breathing sieved hot desert air sucked.
Regardless, there were reasons.
The chance of you getting sick or getting infected with some sex disease was zero thanks to your `special circumstances`.
Your sex life had dramatically improved, as there was no shortage of muscled woman with ripped prison scrubs.
And 3. No one had such an awful sing voice that they needed a last defence line against the consequences.
However, as life and the harsh reality of this world demand all good things must come to an end.
So after being escorted out to the prison exit and tramping back to your city you once again stood before your still torched house in the evening.
Not even half a minute after standing here and breathing fresh air you once again hear the dreaded sound.
Your `lovley` neigbor welcomed you home in his own way. By singing:
Hey!
Oh, Mrs. Back-Stabbin'-Son-of-a-Bitch
You're livin' in a world that'll soon be dyin'
And I know
Everybody knows you try to be like me
But even at your best as a man
You couldn't equal half of me
I am realizing
That everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that it's here, I see it oh-so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy
Oh, the enemy
You!
You're another shit talkin' punk to me
You're a living inspiration for what I never wanna be
I see you've been blinded by what you believe
Now back up and sit down, shut up and act like you need to be
I am realizing
That everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that it's here, I see it oh-so clearly
I've come…
I am realizing
That everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that it's here, I see it oh-so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy
Oh, the enemy
Come to me
The enemy
So predicting, you're the reason why I lie
Simple decision took me too much time to fly
Oh, check mate!
I am realizing
That everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that it's here, I see it oh-so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy
Oh, the enemy
You will kill this piece of shit! Breaking on limb at the time, painful and slowly….
Then you heard the noises out of your backyard and sighed.
After you got your frying pan and survived the coming fight for survival…
In the end he still lived, the damn fence hadn`t been repaired in all the time and you had to do it, and so your daily life had gotten back in its tracks.
Until tonight.
…..
Aaand you really needed to stop that too.
Besides giving emotional speeches, this thinking in flashbacks…
But you already committed the awful crime of giving emotional speeches, then you really could end it…and You would just do that.
"And don`t let me start talking about the crimes he committed against my person. You see my backyard?"
You gestured with your hands around you.
The colour of the grass was a dirty yellow, the soil was hard and only the thin dried up corpses of leafless trees served as decorations besides the around laying rocks if one didn`t take another typical landmark.
The fucking craters.
It looked like you decided to go all Chuck Norris and punched the ground with pure fists.
Then as an afterthought channelled your inner Rambo and shooted a dozen bazookas at it.
Long story short it looked like the cratered battlefield in an postapocalyptic barren wasteland.
"You see its kinda his fault that it looks this way. Above his scumbag nature he had Delusions of grandeur and believed himself to be the next coming of Elvis the king.
So when he didn`t ruined someone's life and laid low there, he practiced his…uh singing… Aaand led me tell you it was his singing voice that gave away his true nature, not his looks.
With this awful bansheelike screaming he draw all kind of uh…" You tried not to look at the goopey one, "….creatures to him. Or if we want to be technically in my backyard seeing that his open window, where he would stand before and sing out to the world was direct near my backyard and to reach him one would have to cross it.
So I was practical his last line of defence and oh boy, there were many fights to drive the creatures away."
"I had to fight cats…"
The black dotted big ones that you normally only see in the Zoo. Or in Africa.
"…Dogs…."
The wild untamed variant that comes in entire packs with their nice sharp teeth and the howling.
"…Some ghosts…"
In their tattered cloaks with their ice-cold aura, they just want to kiss you so they can eat your soul.
"…one or two grizzly bears..."
That were thrice their normal size big, but who cares about technical details?
"..some mutated alpha version of Jackson`s chameleon…"
With claws sharp enough that they apparently can shred the fabric of time and space itself..
"…then some big lizards..."
That could fly. Also, breathe fire.
"…aand even one big Octopus."
That suspectly looked like an Eldritch Abomination, but nahh that couldn`t be. Right?
„Let me say it this way. Many people hated this bastard but couldn`t really kill him because he was too connected and rich.
Even I couldn`t do it because then life would be hell because of his fucking criminal allies."
You could have killed him, but then you had to use `it` for a longer time and then you would have to leave this world.
Permanent. Because else all would be destroyed.
"So long story short, I owe you now a big fat debt. So the last I can do is asking you, if you are hungry, even if…", you looked at its stomach,"said question was…already answered in some kind of manner. Besides what kind of human being would I be if I would let you go hungry?"
There done. Emotional speech given, debt revealed, question answered, now to wait for its reaction.
The goopey little neigbor killer huffs.
"You would be a standard one. One that talks too much. I should just kill you and be done with it. But …", It looks towards the part of the fence where your backyard ends and behind it the wilderness begins. "..having a human owing me? That´s just too hilarious! And too good to pass up! Very well. You will give me food human and I will rest in your home. After that you will provide information about the terrain."
The goopey neigbor killer lowered its tentacles and folded its hands behind his back and with hooed head held high, it strolled towards you.
"Oh and…," a menacing smile adorned its face, "...if you try to poison me, I will ripe out your guts and choke you to death with them while I force them down your throat."
You gulped and nodded.
And didn`t tell it that guts are too soft to choke someone to death with them.
This said the goopey one tilted its head. "What are you waiting for?! Walk before me, don`t trust you not to try anything!"
You throw a last glimpse towards it, then you stepped before it and began to walk to your backdoor.
It didn`t escape your notice that it had stealthy wrapped one tendril around its leg and used this as a stabiliser in order to walk normal.
The goopey one was really hurt, but so good at hiding it.
A smile stretched on your face.
Really, really interesting this one.
