| Part Three JC opened his eyes and found himself staring into Lance�s face. He was still asleep, his arm thrown across JC�s chest. JC yawned and got up from the bed to make a shot. He peaked out two minutes later and fell asleep after eight or nine. Lance awoke after a couple of hours. He shook JC to try to wake him up. JC groaned and rolled over dismissively. �Hey, bitch, wake up!� Lance yelled in JC�s face. �Leave me alone,� JC whispered. �And who are you to call me bitch, bitch?� �Shut up. Remember what you have to do for the drugs,� he said and wiggled his eyebrows in a �come on� gesture. �Don�t worry. I haven�t forgotten yet, Lance. How many months have we been doing it? Three, four? Almost since I moved in, right?� JC yelled. Lance slapped him. An ugly mark began to spread its many discolored fingers across JC�s face. �Don�t piss me off,� Lance said seriously. �Now get up. It is time for you to perform. Do a dance for me, like the kind you do at that sleazy little nightclub you work at, Da Spot.� JC nodded and performed his little dance. He saw approval in Lance�s eyes. He smiled with that perfect mouth and leaned over to kiss JC. JC got back on the bed and paid. *~*~* A few days later, JC woke up alone. He got up and wandered to the kitchen. There was a note on the refrigerator that said �Went to Wade�s. Left you some junk in the bathroom. Don�t do anything I wouldn�t do. Lance� JC went to the bathroom and saw the little bag of powder. He looked around but didn�t see a needle. He checked the medicine cabinet anxiously, beginning to worry. When he didn�t find anything, he began to get hysterical. He ran out of the bathroom, screaming. �Where? Where�s the spike? Where did he leave the fucking fit?� JC glanced around the room, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. �Why would he leave me smack and no needle?� JC began tearing up the bedroom. He tore the sheet off the bed and threw the mattresses off the frame. In the middle of the frame, on the floor, was a box. It was unmarked but taped up. He ran to the kitchen and got a knife. He ran back to the room and stepped over the side of the frame into the bed frame. He sat on the floor and, with the knife, cut the tape on the top and sides of the box. Inside was a smaller box. He took it out. It was taped up also. JC proceeded with the operation. Inside this smaller box was an even smaller box. �Quit fucking with me!� JC whined as he cut the tape. Inside was a bag. Inside the bag was heroin. Next to the bag of heroin was a bag with some needles. JC stared at the bags in amazement and compared the amount of dope in the bag to the amount of smack Lance had left him. He thought for a moment and opted to use the smack in the bag instead of the one hit in the bathroom. After all, if Lance had gone through all the trouble of hiding it, this ought to be some primo stuff. An idea occurred to JC also. With the amount of smack in the bag, JC could make an awesome amount of money and still have some leftover for personal use. A smile slowly spread across his face. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. *~*~* Wade bought Lance a drink. �How are things going with JC?� He asked Lance. Lance shrugged. �It�s nice to have him around. I think I�m really starting to like him. And I�m making enough money now; he wouldn�t even have to work.� Wade nodded. �And what happened with AJ last night?� Lance scowled. �Fucking prick. I met him at that chick, Randi�s, house last night to get a load from him. He just kept laughing and shit, so of course, I wondered what was up. Asshole fucking cut that shit with rat poison. Bastard tried to kill me. So I have it all wrapped up in a box under the bed, along with some needles some fucking junkie whore used.� Wade�s eyes widened. �And what did you do?� Lance�s green eyes glittered in the dim light of the bar and he grinned wickedly. �What else could I have done? I smoked him.� *~*~* JC took a cooker and a spike out of the bag. He measured the junk out, cooked up, and tied a belt around his arm to stop the blood flow so he could shoot. JC injected himself above the elbow and pushed the plunger of the fit home. JC didn�t know it was cut with rat poison. It hit his bloodstream like a speeding train and JC fell down on the bathroom floor, blood oozing from his nose and mouth. He was dead six minutes later. --end |