COMMON EVIL

HANE'S STORY

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HANE'S SHOCK

CULTURE SHOCK

 

  Hane flexed his muscles in front of the mirror.  He was out on the prowl tonight.  He had just showered and dried, attended todid his teeth, hair and nails, and smoothed over his facial fur.  Now he was preening.

  He'd been bodybuilding for the past year or so, and he was very pleased with the results.  He used to have a chest like a wet paper bag over a toast rack, but now he was built like a jethryn, with arrogance and vanity to match.

  Hane eventually decided that this was enough.  For now, anyway.  He looked himself up and down one last time.

  What woman could resist me?

  He dressed, and rolled up a quick Maudis joint.  He phoned Gevauden as he sparked up, and took a draw while he waited for him to answer.

  "Alright, Hane?"

  "All right, Gev...  hold on.  How'd you know it was me?"

  "Your name came up on my phone"

  Hane hesitated.  "I thought I set it to witholdwithhold my number"

  "You did"

  There was a short pause, then Hane laughed.  "You're a fuckin' genius, Gev.  Can you tell me how much credit I have left?"

  "Yeah, um..." there was a clicking sound from the speakers on Hane's stereo.  "Four days"

  "Damn.  Thought I had more than that"

  "Don't worry.  Let's borrow some from that bunkist Lemi." the same sound came from Hane's speakers.  "There you go.  Rich bitch won't miss an extra week or so, right?"

  Hane laughed.  "Nice one.  You nearly ready?"

  "Yeah.  Usual place?"

  "Yeah.  I'll be about five minutes or so.  See you later"

  Hane put the joint out, and opened the window to get rid of the smell and the smoke.  He removed the ashy bits and put the joint in his pocket.  He took his keys and wallet, and checked inside - ID, mini financial record slip, contraceptives.  Well, a fake ID at any rate.  And he didn't have much in the bank.  And the condoms were several months past their use-by date.

  Still, he thrust it into the pocket of his pulling kecks, fastened his pulling hinnai, buttoned his pulling shirt, put on his pulling shoes with his least bunky pair of socks and his lucky boxers, plus his watch, and headed downstairs.

  "Where're you going?" came a voice from the living room as he opened the front door.

  "Out" he said, and, before the next question could arrive, stepped out, slamming the door behind him.

  Hane thought for a while as he walked - this was the night.  He could feel it.  This was the night he would finally lose his virginity.  To a complete slag probably, but he'd lose it anyway and that's what was important.  He needed it right now, to make him feel more of a man.

  He remembered what had happened last week - his own chat-up lines had failed, as had Gev's, but Narram had Yenned with a really amazing girl.  Amazing.  Tail like a... - Hane gave up looking for a simile - like a... like a really long, thick tail.

  Narram had lost his virginity at fifteen, or so he said.  Hane suspected he was lying, but now and again the chilling thought came over him - what if he isn't?

  Narram's a prick.  How can he get laid before me?

  'cause this isn't a fair world we live in, that's why.

  Gevauden... the girls couldn't get enough of him.  But the lads didn't like him as much.  He fit in more with the ladies, for some reason.  Hane couldn't see why - the guy wasn't much to look at, really.  Sort of plain.  Nothing special.  Except for his long, hippy hair - it looked cool on Gev.  Hane had tried growing his hair long once - what he soon found out was that it looks good short, and it looks great at below shoulder length like Gev's, but in between... the six months of walking round looking like a complete prat while he waited for it to grow...  He couldn't take it.

  Gev was still a virgin, and he was a little older than Hane.  But the weird thing was, Gev said he didn't mind being a virgin.  He said he didn't care about the sex, it was the closeness that he looked for in a relationship.  And he had lots more of that than most other guys.

  Gev said he would only sleep with someone he loved, and who genuinely loved him back.  Which didn't really make sense to Hane.  Quite a lot of people thought Gev was gay, and he spent a lot of his time trying to dispel the rumours.

  Still, Gev was a good friend of Hane's, strangely enough.  Even though Gev didn't seem to like the same things as Hane, like cars, and sports, and beer, you know, your usual, healthy, guy stuff.

  Gev had been watching a film with Hane once and had commented on how attractive the main character was.  When Gev had felt Hane's confusion vibes, he had turned to Hane and asked "What?"

  "Gev, did I hear you right?"

  "Why, what did you think I said?"

  "You said "Hey, he's nice-looking", or at least that's what I heard.  Don't you mean she?"

  "No, he.  The guy with the hair like mine?  What're... don't look at me like that!  Hell, I'm not gay but I'm not blind either.  Can't you tell when a guy's attractive?"

  "Gev, you are so gay"

  "No I'm not.  Sorry to disappoint you, mate, guess that means no action for you tonight.  I can't believe... you thought I said she?  You thought I was talking about... what's-her-name?"

  "Adrel Mianna!  Come on, Gev, it's Adrel Mianna!  Don't you think she's sexy?"

  "Not really"

  "Nice tits though, you must admit"

  Hane watched Gev's stare go down the screen slightly.  He sighed.  Gev had been looking at Adrel Mianna's face!  All the way through the film!  Not even her boyfriend looked her in the eyes more than sixty per cent of the time!

  Hane grinned.  Gev was so gay...

  There was a sudden scream, cut off in the middle.  Hane froze.  The fur on the back of his neck stood on end, and he felt an icy adrenaline chill wash through his muscles.

  He strained to hear anything more.  There was nothing.

  Kids.  Kids messing about.  You know what kids are like.  Always messing about.  Like that.  Yeah.

  Hane stood still for a few seconds.  He suddenly noticed how cold tonight was, and he wasn't wearing a coat.  Just his pulling shirt.  He thrust his hands into his pockets and walked on quickly, shoulders hunched, looking at the pavement.  He watched his breath cloud in the air, bathed in rusty orange light from the streetlamps.

  "Help!  Heeeelp!" came an urgent scream.  Somebody was screaming at the top of her voice.

  Hane walked faster.  Let somebody else deal with it.  Then he heard a quieter voice, edged with tears...

  "Please...  Don't hurt me..."

  Hane stopped.

  He stood for a moment.  No footsteps came running, no heroes to the rescue.  This was it.  It was up to him.

  He stood.  Then he walked on.

  One step.  Two steps.  Three -

  What the fuck am I doing?!!

  Hane turned around and ran, toward where he had heard the voice coming from.  Already he was searching about his person for something that he could use as a weapon - the most offensive thing he could find were his keys.  He decided they wouldn't be much good, so he put them back in his pocket as he ran.

  He rounded a corner.  He stopped, looked around.  A courtyard, surrounded by garages for people who had nowhere to park their car overnight.  Shadows - shadows everywhere.  Hane, standing right underneath a street light...

  He knew this was bad.  If there was someone here, then they would be able to see him, and he wouldn't be able to see them.  Rapists can rely on darkness...

  He ran into the shadows.  He kept on searching, he knew there was somebody here... but he couldn't find anyone.

  The adrenaline started to wear off.  Hane calmed down a bit.  There was nobody there but him.

  Somebody must have been playing a joke.  Having a laugh.  He stood for a moment, to catch his breath.

  He almost started laughing at how stupid he had been to fall for such a trick - some girl, shouting "Don't hurt me!" and seeing if anybody came to the rescue - what fun!  Yeah, real damn funny...

  Hane's breathing was back to normal now.  His heart was still going a little bit faster than it should be, though.  He started walking over to the entrance to the courtyard.  Then he crossed the street.  He chanced a glance back over his shoulder as he got to the other side.  Cars were coming.

  Something caught his eye - somebody was standing in front of a wall...

  Taking a leak, probably...

  No... there was someone standing between him and the wall...

  Hane stopped.  The grin melted off his face.  Two cars pulled into the courtyard, one after the other.

  He had looked right at those two figures.  He couldnt figure out why he hadnt seen them.

  The two figures went out of sight for a moment, behind the cars.  Hane broke into a run.

  The cars were going - out of the courtyard, signalling their intentions like good drivers.  Hane reached the courtyard entrance just in time to see them disappear down the road.  The two figures were gone.

  He pulled out his mobile.  He had never called the police before, but there's a first time for everything...

  He dialled the number, and put the mobile to his ear.  It wasn't a video one, but a bunky cheap audio-only job.  After a moment a voice answered:

  "Hi, emergency services, what service please?"

  "Police"

  There was another slight pause, then a tired female voice answered.

  "How can I help you?"

  "Hi... I think I've just seen a woman getting abducted," stuttered Hane, the adrenaline still in his muscles.

  There was another very slight pause.  "You think?  Are you certain?"

  "What do you mean, am I certain?"

  "What exactly did you see?"

  "I saw a woman getting abducted!"

  "Yeah, but we need more detail than that before we can warrant any action.  I mean, I'm not being funny here, but, what exactly happened that you saw?"

  "I heard a scream, and I ran towards it, but I couldnt see anything.  I went back over the road and looked back over my shoulder.  There was a guy pressing a woman against the wall, and then I saw two cars pull up, and then the two cars went and the two people were gone

  So, they got into the car, you mean?

  Yeah

  Did the woman look like she didnt want to get into the car?

  Hane hesitated, amazed at what he was hearing.

  Yeah!

  But you said you didnt actually see them get into the car?

  And so the conversation continued, Hane getting more and more confused and angry.  Eventually he gave up and shouted frantic lies into the phone, convinced that the girl was already being raped or even killed, and all because of this stupid bitch who cared more about rules and regulations than about the girls life.

  YES!  Yes, I saw her being pushed into the car.  No, she wasnt getting in of her own free will

  Are you certain?

  Yeah, Im certain

  Okay.  Whereabouts were the cars headed?

  He gave her the details of what he had seen.

  I dont suppose you got the number plate, did you?

  No

  Well, Im not being funny here, but we dont really have a lot to go on.  But Ill notify the local police

  Thank you!  Finally!

  Can I take your name and address, please?

  He gave her the details.

  This is so that in the event of a complaint being filed, you can be a witness

  Fine, great

  Okay mister Terrabecci.  Thanks for your help

  Hane, enraged, hammered the End button just in time for the inevitable profanity to escape his lips.

  Fuck! he said under his breath.  Fuckin useless fuckin bitch, tryin to make it easier for herself by making me think Id never seen anything at all... he muttered as he dialled Gevs number.

  He picked up on the third ring.  Alright, Hane?

  No Gev, Im not fucking alright.  Im opposite the garages off Glenn Street - Get your arse down here right now, Gev, and I mean right now.

  Whats up?

  Now, Gev!  Bring your bike, and a spare hat

  Hane, you know I dont drink and...

  Were not drinking, Gev he softened his voice a little.  Not tonight

  Whatre we doing, then?

  Ill tell you what were doing, Gev: he raised his voice and shouted into the phone: were off to kick some filthy, scum-of-the-Earth rapist arse, thats what were doing!

  Oh?  Ill bring my spare studded gloves, then

  Be quick, mate

  Hane hung up.  And smiled.

  Finally, some action!

 

 

COMMON EVIL

HANE'S STORY

Last updated: Tuesday, 12 June 2001.  Word count: 2,264

 

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