Counterclockwise Cushion (662 hits)
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Submitted by Stan<juggalo44.at.mad.scientist.com> (View user info) at 2004-09-17 15:06:35 EDT
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James was an impeccably dressed man. His hair was always combed to perfection and his go-tee never had mixed length. He had things on lock down. His 2 story town home in downtown New York was disgustingly decorated for a man in his late 30's. Everything matched, from curtains to the pillows on the couch. Of course, James was not the one to clean the house. He did clean, he hated a mess; but the maid was hired to do the extensive cleaning that James didn't have time for. She was a good maid, 47 years old. She had been in James' employment for 6 years.
His coat sleeves were covered in blood and he couldn't stand it.
"They never try to run," he thought.
The occasion was a particularly dirty one. Big Louie had been dipping his hand in the Boss' money stash. He had not been giving full returns and blaming it on the "clientele's" lack of money. James was supposed to set an example by making the death extra brutal.
Louie had known James for a long time. He knew that when James was going to do something extra brutal, it was going to involve an axe or a machete. James had moved Louie to a warehouse that was owned by one of the many "clients." It was a cotton seed plant about 1.5 hours outside of the city. James played "Road to Nowhere," by The Talking Heads, the song he always played when he was about to make a hit; on a small boom box that rested in the corner while Louie sat blindfolded and tied to a chair.
"James, let's fucking talk about this man. You know I did not do it."
"Then why would the Boss want to kill you?" James asked.
James put the baby powder on his hands and picked up his axe. He felt like a different human being when holding the axe. When he first started committing murder, he did it for fun. He wasn't even Italian. His heritage was mostly English with a minute amount Cherokee. He had so little Cherokee, that it was a surprise for him to find out because he possessed none of their characteristics. He was far from the typical mob member but they picked him up when they found him.
James was sick. He felt the entire world was out of his control, so he had to control everything around him. That's why he loved to murder. When he did, he was in charge of the situation. James couldn't walk out a public bathroom without wearing gloves. He was that obsessive guy that couldn't let a picture hang crooked or had to wash his hands every time he entered his home. That's why the mob liked him, he was organized and reliable.
The wooden handle felt great in his hands. It had been awhile since he received an order that he could have fun with. He raised the axe into the shoulder of Louie, who let out a loud growl. Blood didn't just ooze from Louie's arm. It erupted all over the room. As James ran to the bathroom to rinse and dry his face, Louie noticed something about the jolt to his shoulder. The arm of the chair had split and he was free to escape. He quickly removed the straps and headed out the door to James' Mercedes.
James was in the bathroom when he heard the door slam. He ran out behind the sound and once he walked into the light, he saw the trail of blood. He looked up to see Louie making a dash for the car.
"That dumb bastard." James said as he pulled out his pistol, and fired two shots into Louie's back.
James took Louie's body and dropped it into the one of the city landfills. The Boss wanted it to be eventually found and publicized. James knew that would be the best place to put it.
On the drive home, James couldn't think about anything but cleaning himself. The maid was supposed to be there today but she never says anything to him about his job. She has an idea of what he does but keeps her mouth shut.
Today James' mood was a little different. Usually, he felt invigorated by a killing. Today he felt it, but it was weaker than it has ever been. James had been taking drugs to help with his disorders. So far, they have only made him moody or unemotional. If it is not one, it's the other. Sometimes, like this day, he can't tell what emotional state he is in.
The car beeped as James pressed the alarm button and made the ascent up the small flight of stairs on his porch. He came inside and washed his hands, hearing the maid in the background cleaning. He walked into the living room to notice a cushion of the couch was different. It was in a counterclockwise position. The zipper should have been put on the back.
James felt the vain in his forehead throb. He could no longer control his rage at this. James reached down and grabbed the cushion. He walked back to his bedroom where the maid was cleaning his closet. She was on her knees arranging the shoes when James got on top of her and put the pillow on the back of her head. His weight forced her onto the floor and her face was smashed against the carpet. She tried to scream but the sound quickly turned into a gargle as James slid his hand around her neck.
James felt invigorated again. He had not been truly happy for a long time and now everything had fallen into place. He was tired of killing for the money, and he was tired of killing enemies who had committed wrongdoings against the Boss. He felt alive because he killed an innocent person. That's how he started and that's when he felt the best. James knew what he had to do to keep his sanity. He had to do what he did when he was younger.
"Everyday is another day that I can kill or be killed." He used to say.
James realized that a cushion that was incorrectly placed on his couch caused him to come to this realization. He made the next maid always leave the pillow in the counterclockwise position. He still works for the Boss but when he gets the urge to live a little, he finds someone, a young girl, an old lady, or even his own maid.
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