subrosa: the adventures of bill chase chapter_19_2

Chapter 19_2


Sally caught me on the way out to give me a hug and kiss.

"I hope you don’t mind me doing this, but there’s a guy at the bar that wants to fuck me and even though I tell him to fuck off he won’t and so I want him to think you fuck me. So kiss me once more."

"I will do what ever you want."

"I know. And I intend to abuse that as much as possible."

I pulled away from her while I still had the will to do so. I noticed that no only her friend at the bar was watching, the rest of the people in the bar were watching.

I walked a few blocks before I found a phone. I decided to call Suzanne first, thinking her phone might not be bugged. I plugged in my quarter and punched out her number.

"Hello."

"Let me speak to Suzanne please."

"Can I ask who’s calling?"

"If you think it is any of your business."

A few seconds went by.

"Well, who is it?"

"It is her mother, put her on the phone please."

The phone crashed to the table or floor and I waited for Suzanne to come to the phone.

"Hello."

"Is that you."

"Bill?"

"Bill will do, it is just a grunting sound to which I have become accustomed."

"Thank God they haven’t found you."

"Thank God for atheists. How are you doing?"

"I’m fine. It’s you we should be worried about. Some kind of alien from a secular biology monastery, out to destroy the world with your bad sperm and antisocial convictions. They say you are very dangerous."

"They. They are a lot of idiots holding on to old fear beliefs. The media is just a crew of manipulated monkeys."

"They make you out to be a danger to the foundation of society. A murderous mutant alien. I thought mutants were hideous deformities."

"Do not get excited. They fear I may be something that does not fit the system. Maybe they have good reason to fear me. I do not know much about me. Has anyone talked to you about me?"

"No, but they’ve been to see my mom and dad. I talked to them last night and my mom was very upset."

"Shit, your phone is probably tapped."

"When can I see you?"

"I do not know; they are likely watching you, waiting for such a thing to happen. I can not talk to you any longer, they will trace me."

"I love you," Suzanne said sounding somewhat sad about it.

"I will try to see you sometime when this is faded away. Keep yourself alive."

I hung up and reflected on some of the things out of the past that seemed so unreal now. I thought about the time I had with Suzanne and her family.

I called her again.

"Hello."

"Suzanne?"

"Bill."

"I love you too. And tell your family they were my only family and, I do not know what. I have to go."

"You can send a letter to them."

"I will."

I hung up and put another quarter to pay for connection with Lee.

"Bird baths."

"Hi, Danny."

"Bill. No?"

"Yes, no. Whatever you want to call me. I am easy."

"I wish. This phone is not likely private."

"I am at a pay phone. I will be gone before they track me down."

"Good thinking. Did you learn that at the movies?"

"Yup."

"Lee’s not here now. She went to her mother’s. She doesn’t like being here with the vultures lurking about"

"Do they tell you it is for you own safety?"

"Oh, ya. They even have me on parole for yelling at you."

"Sorry to be trouble."

"Fuck that. It’s not your fault they are so anal. They are still in the six hundreds. Most of them don’t even know what a printing press is."

"They know about gun powder though."

"They know if they have a bullet in a gun they are a mighty force."

"They laws of the demagogues were made to protect the upper crust form the chaos and uncontrolled lashing out of our unreasoning, reptilian, self-centred instincts. The system is designed to enslave the mediocre-minded and force them to grovel in blind drudgery. It is the most demented fools that control the system. Usually because they cannot fuck. Or they are not allowed. The myopic followers will cheer the leaders on and bow down to some. They live vicariously through whatever heroes they can devour."

"Ya, I know what you mean. Other than that, how are you doing?"

"Usually, I am pretty good."

"So I’ve heard. You’re a fart smeller. I hope you’re not sleeping on the
streets," Danny said.

"No. I am living high."

"We’ll name our kid after you."

"What kid?"

"Lee’s pregnant."

"Congratulations, I hope to see the family one day."

"Congratulations, my ass. But we’ll see you again."

"I hope so. Maybe when the world has less fear and hate."

"Then we can do lunch, or have sex."

"Okay, I better go."

"Good luck to you. See if you can’t get away for a while."

"I will think about it."

"Bye, Bill."

"Bye, Danny."

I felt the end was near. Maybe I pick up that feeling from Suzanne and Danny. Maybe I had too much food flavour poison in my blood. Maybe it was a full moon. Maybe I felt defeated. It was time to get out of the phone booth. A police turned a corner down the street and was slowly driving towards me. They must have had enough time to trace the calls to the area.

A crowd of university people were walking up the street so I waited till they got to the phone booth to get out. I walked with them and asked where I could find a good bar. It was a good question. It kept them talking endlessly while we walked. They were so excited bragging about their drinking that when the police drove up beside us and asked if we had seen any strange looking people around, they did not think of me. They laughed and one said, "Do you mean drag queens on crack or trend punks on pills?"

The police shook his head and drove on.

When we had gone far enough, we went out separate ways.

"We’re having a pub tomorrow. It’s just behind Varsity Stadium. We’ll show you how to drink," one said as they left me.

"Thanks for the invitation."

I splashed through the puddles back to Kathy. She was lying in bed. I took my wet close off and lay beside her. I told her of my adventures. She held me.



After resting, we decided to have a walk in the rain before we went for a drink with Sally. We meandered down back streets in the misty rain. It was beautifully dreary. One of my favourite things was walking at night in a light rain. But a gloom overshadowed what would have normally been a beautiful moment. I put my arm around Kathy and squeezed her close to me.

"Let us leave this planet and find somewhere where we can live in a beautiful dream. Were we decide what is around us."

"Okay," Kathy agreed.

Suddenly I felt ill.

A flock of gulls screamed into flight. I did not see how we could have annoyed them. "Shit hawks, fly away!" I screamed. I raised my arms to the sky in a feeble attempt to join them. I became limp. Something hard had crashed down on my head.

I did not know how long I was unconscious but when I regained my senses, Kathy’s scream ripped into me. I struggled against the beckoning warmth and security of oblivion. When I tried standing up I could not focus. I could not balance. My head felt like it would explode. I could not match the spinning pull of gravity. I was as agile as a boneless buzzard while Kathy struggled against a mad mass of anger twice her weight.

She kicked furiously only to receive more punishment.

"Bitch!" screamed the passionate carnivore as he ripped off Kathy’s shirt. "You’re going to get it slut. It’s up to you if you enjoy it or die."

She spit in his face.

He cursed with rage and punched her face.

I struggled to my feet.

When her assailant tried to muffle her screams with his hand, Kathy bit hard. It was a hideous sound, punctured skin and cracking bones. Blood poured out of her mouth. They we two fighting reptiles clawing at each other with intent to rape or kill. Kathy’s shirt was torn off and the monster of lust was groping at the breast of his victim. I could not understand his intent.

Kathy did not enjoy herself as he did. She did everything she could to decrease the element of co-operation and consent. Her reluctance infuriated the mad killer ape. With his free hand, the angry life form reached into his jacket pocket and found a knife.

"No!" I screamed.

He did not care to hear me. His world did not include me. He raised his knife and I ran as best I could. As his knife plunged into Kathy’s chest, my foot came across his face with more force than I thought I had in me. He brought his knife into my thigh as he fell back. In the next second it seemed like years had passed. Every detail of every sense filled my awareness. It was larger than real. Before he could get up, I jumped up high and headed full force into his chest. I was going to crush the sluggish parasite. I was going to kill him. I was a monster of flesh like him. Lizards caught in a nightmare where there was nowhere to wake up to.

The fear and hate in his eyes shattered the little belief I had in a higher life form. When my feet finally came down on his chest, I did not want to be a killer. I tried to lessen the impact by bending my knees into a roll. It was not enough. I heard a cracking of bone and a horrifying scream of terror from the most primal part of his wretched being as I tumbled to the ground.

I crawled over to Kathy and knelt beside her to find she was still breathing. She was struggling. Her eyes were open but she did not respond to me.

"Kathy," I whispered. "It is over. Come back. Do not leave me."

I could feel tears filling my eyes.

I pulled the knife out of my thigh and the added pain brought more tears to my eyes. I bit my teeth together so hard that I went dizzy. My shoulder slammed back and I heard a loud crack. Blood. Hot blood was leaving my shoulder. Pain and blood.

"Fuckin’ dirty bastard. Kill the scum right here."


I opened my eyes and saw two foggy figures in uniforms. They were pointing judgement and guns at me.

"Bastard apes," I tried to scream but it only came out as a weak growl. I was fading backwards in time. Into the swamp before the separation of land and sea. To the world I was still an unwanted mutant lizard intruding on the sacred ground of demented killer primates. I awaited the blood sacrament. No grain god, yet I was to die under their knife. I saw the dark priest of lies and ritual approaching. I held my eyes open long enough to see that my face was to be shattered by a big black boot.



by Joanne B. Washington

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