"Come to me." Who is it that will care for me in my old age, hum? The gnarled figure shifted his weight in the back seat of the car. "There she is. Stop the vehicle!" The driver shadowed applied enough pressure to stop the car without making any noise. The car coasted to a stop.
"Two, muthafucka, Two grams that's what I paid for Two , not One lousey half assed piece of ....." The viens on the womans neck bulged and her eye's partially dialated continued to reflect the streetlight over her head. A strange stage, a peculiar stage light. In the distance the moon ledges glowered as a circumferance of luminance echoed like the ripples on a still pond.
"Any day any time. You want a piece of me? " The secound figure moved forward and continued to stare the woman down. "You callin me a liar? Your nothing but a two bit junkie! The womans chest heaved slightly and the corners of her mouth stung brightly. In the background the back end of a car could be seen.
"I like her spirit but hate her intensity! The old man dressed in an overcoat and hat reached down in the back seat an pulled up a walking cane. The handle was brightly polished and carried a brass ring around the neck. He unscrewed the handle and after reassembling it produced a gun. In it he loaded an electric bullet."It's such a silent night, how can anybody get any peace with all this noise?" The old man took aim and fired the device at the woman just as the secound figure was walking towards her. She grabbed him with both hands and stunned him with a knee to the groin. Holding him as the electric bullet ripped through the back of his jacket. Several metal chains around the man's neck became electrified and he barred his teeth as they rattled around his throat. The man threw his head back and fell to his knee's.
The street was barely aware of the old man in the back seat of the vehicle. It had glided quietly into one of the taxi stalls next to the bus stop. The traffic was slow and there were only a few bystanders there in the glow of the moon that night.
The old man continued to stare out of the back seat window. The streetlights highlighting his overcoat. The cane gone from view in the darkened cabin. His unshaven face provided a contrast to his finely tailored overcoat. The fabric of his hat revealed a silk band of muted colors. Colors that blended into the darkness of the evening. The driver continued to stare ahead as if in deep sleep.
"Let us leave of this place."
Maddness.
Think. Breath deeply. handle it! Have you ever considered the possiability that we're all insane. I mean in a dysfunctional way that we all as family are insane, crazy on a daily basis? Demetri you are also flesh of my flesh. If you go mad insane do you fear that you will no longer be in my good graces. That is where you are incorrect. If in fact maddness or insanity run through my veins and courses through my body then by being flesh of my flesh you too share that maddness.
It is my express desire to experiment. I need to study some of the more clinical effects of dementia, bi-polarism, black outs. I will choose one of my flesh for the experiment . Demetri I hope it is you. You have always been my favorite. I love you so very much.
The cloaked figure unshaven and bleary eyed reached over and grabbed Demetri by the neck and bit firmley against Demetri's ear lobe. The pressure increased until a trickle of blood.
There, go and get your ear pierced. The figure threw a roll of money at Demetri and he hastfully grabbed and and counted it. Theres plenty more Demetri where that came from, you being flesh of my flesh must share in my good fortune for we are all the same!"
Demeitri continued to look at the billfold of money, counting off in a mesmerized way he audibly said the figure 70,000.00
"More much more Demetri where that came from. "Give me your right hand!" Startled Demetir looked up. Within a split secound the old man had Demetir by the right hand.
"You must bear the sign of the beast!"