Murder Fight: Part 6 (969 hits)
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Submitted by awj002 (View user info) at 2007-05-31 23:28:30 EDT
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"Look, man," Tom said, relaxed. "Remember how before you had sex it seemed like you'd never get any? I used to go to concerts and not even listen to the music, just stare at chicks and think about fucking them, running an impossible sequence of events that had to occur before I could do it. Even everyone else doing it didn't convince me that it happens. It's just gotta happen. What I'm saying is obviously you can watch other people have sex, then go have sex, and you can watch people die—but you can't die." He caught up to himself for a second. "The difficult thing about murdering someone is you're not sure what you've done by killing them. Maybe nothing. Maybe they're not really dead. Or maybe you sent them to a fuckin' fairy land with titties and orgies. Who knows. What I'm saying sometimes is I wonder if murder is the ultimate power play." Ricky shook his head, confused. That one kid was still singing Blink-182, except it wasn't the kid who usually did it, but some other kid instead.
The bus stopped down the street from Tom's house, so Tom and Ricky got out with their backpacks. Inside the house, pots and pans were stacked up high. Ricky kicked off his New Balance shoes and sat in the living room while Tom toasted some pastries. "Looks like Dad ain't been home," Tom yelled from the kitchen. "I'm putting on Dark Side," Ricky replied and sprawled out on the floor, listening to the digital heartbeat that begins the Pink Floyd album, the rising frenzy of cash registers and chattering voices, the laughing, the screaming, until a tremendous chord broke like a wave over the room and Ricky was calm. Roger Waters sang, "Don't be afraid to care."
Tom sat next to Ricky on the floor and they sat and ate and falsettoed to Great Gig in the Sky, far louder than if anyone had been around to give a shit. Tom flipped through a porno magazine and they cycled through Are You Experienced? and switched to Ride the Lightning as the sun went down. "We're out of food, and that's a problem," Tom said in the relative silence beginning The Call of Ktulu. "Dad might come back on Wednesday or Thursday, and that'd be cool. Wish I knew, you know, what the fuck to do." When Lightning ended it was just after 7:30 and everything was quiet for a while. Ricky pulled a book from his backpack and turned to Chapter 11: Advanced Geometric Concepts. Tom knelt and reached behind his DVD collection, removing a box of .45 ammunition. "Don't your dad miss that thing?" Ricky asked.
"Naw," Tom said, "He bought it before the war started. They gave him another one for combat. Anyway, he's on the M-60. Wish I had one of those."
"Why not go into the army?"
"I know I seem like an elite soldier, and I probably am one. Probably if there was a God he'd send me into the war. I don't believe in Jesus, though. I just want to learn."
"All you touch and all you see," Ricky said.
"Yup." Tom slid the magazine into the Colt with a solid click. He aimed the pistol across the living room and pulled his finger against the trigger. The trigger stayed still. Tom flicked the safety off.
"You said before that I didn't understand death," Ricky said.
"That's right," Tom said. "You don't. Nobody does." He pressed the .45 barrel against Ricky's forehead and began to squeeze the trigger.
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Submitted by Barnymeinhoff (user info) at 2007-06-03 08:39:55 EDT (#)
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Submitted by sexualchocolate1984 (user info) at 2007-06-01 07:54:27 EDT (#)
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"MURDER FIGHT! WHOOOOOO!"
Submitted by Sinistral (user info) at 2007-06-01 00:28:35 EDT (#)
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Nice turn of events.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-06-01 00:07:44 EDT (#)
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Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2007-05-31 23:57:31 EDT (#)
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... "Murder Fight"
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