"Please sir, you have to listen to me!"
Bobby Miles' nerves were starting to itch. He didn't know why God had sent him this crazy bastard. His day already had started as a complete drag, and this guy, whatever his name was, keeps on tagging his ass for the most craziest reason ever.
"Mr. Miles, please, just listen to what I have to say!"
Bobby halted from walking and turned around. He had immediately regretted that he did that. The man's face was covered in boils, looking as if little shiny horns slowly came out from the man's face. His dark, rotting lips were almost falling off. The only thing which could be considered human was his cold gray eyes. The man was wearing of what might have been a suit, but it was only black and charred.
Bobby felt his stomach growl, and he wanted to throw up. But that wouldn't be polite, would it? Especially that he was the one who founded the Humane Society. But actually, he was promoting that society for his own welfare.
No, he definitely would not throw up -- that would be a bad image for him. Instead, he tried to speak to the man, while simultaneously holding his breath.
"What is it already?" he demanded.
"Sir, you have to listen to -"
"I already am, so if you don't mind, make it fast, I have a very important meeting ahead," he said.
"Very well, sir. You must not take that promotion�"
"What?! Are you out of your mind man? This promotion could change my life! He--" Either Bobby was nuts, or perhaps his mind had slipped. How in the world could that festering man know that he was getting a promotion? Even his wife didn't know about it. He didn't tell it to anyone yet. Or perhaps he had forgotten to? Anyway, he tried to look innocent.
"What are you talking about�God! Why am I even having this conversation?!" Bobby looked at his gold, Swiss wristwatch and its hands were telling him that he's about to be late.
"Goddammit! Now listen, you oozing fool, I've got to get to my meeting." Bobby turned around and continued his trek towards the promotion. He tried to walk faster this time.
"SIR! PLEEEAASSEEE! Here me out!"
The crazy fool was still behind him. Worse, he touched Bobby's expensive suit.
"For chrissakes, leave me. Damn! You touched me! Now I'm contaminated!" Bobby reached for the handkerchief in his breast pocket and wiped the *germs* off his suit. Afterwards he threw the handkerchief over towards the trash. He reached for his wallet and took out a crisp, fresh-looking dollar bill.
"Here! Take it already!"
The man just stared at George Washington as if he didn't know what that paper bill was for.
"Don't want it? Fine." Bobby again turned around and hoping that the man wouldn't bother him anymore. He was wrong - again.
"Goddammit, Bobby! In the name of all that's holy, stay away from the building!" The man only made himself looked a lot funnier than he already was. Funnier? Perhaps that wasn't the right word.
Bobby disregarded the shouting lunatic and continued off towards the building where he was having his meeting. The tall skyscraper really looked professional, and it looked like it was made of gold, gleaming with the afternoon sunshine. Yeah. Professional. Like him. Like he thought and felt he was. He was about to enter the automatic doors, when again, he felt a thug behind his back. He was right, it was that creature again. But this time, he had defense.
"Rob! Help." Bobby sounded pathetic. He sounded more like he was making a stateent, rather than yelling for help. The old security officer tried to ignore Bobby's call, but it was too late. Bobby had already spotted him.
"Yes sir?" Rob sighed.
"Remove this decaying piece of matter from my back, will you?" Bobby pointed with his briefcase still in his hands towards his back, where the man was still clinging to, as if begging for his life.
"Yes sir." Rob sighed again.
Rob went towards the man, and almost recoiled backwards when he saw the man's face.
"Oh my God!"
"Yes, that's right Rob, now get him off me, will you?" Bobby said.
"Yes sir!" Rob said, finally with enthusiasm. "Hey! Get off Mr. Miles," the old security guard said, reaching for his club.
But the man still won't budge. His hands were still attached to Bobby's back, crumpling his expensive business attire. And he wouldn't stare back at Rob, probably because he was ashamed of his face.
"Listen you fool, remove your fingers from Mr. Miles' back, or I will have to do that myself�" But still, the man only creased Bobby's suit further. Rob had no other choice but to use his baton.
*thud*
One swing was all that was needed. The man's body was so frail, almost as if he had never done any hard labor before. Rob felt the man's back bone crack under his club.
"Ooohhhh�" the man moaned in pain. He doubled over and realizing that he couldn't take the force, he coiled on towards the hard pavement. Rob almost felt a slight pity for the man.
"That's what you get for messing with our top executives�" Rob said, while looking at the man. There was more pity in his eyes than annoyance. Rob didn't know a lot, but he knew enough that Bobby Miles should have been in that person's position. Bobby always gives Rob a hard time, not to mention all other lower employees. Rob could almost picture out Bobby in the man's place, scuffling over on the dirty ground, after feeling his club. Rob grinned.
Bobby rolled his shoulders. Then he went through the automatic doors, leaving Rob outside. He didn't even bother to thank the old security guard.
But Bobby turned around. The door opened. Rob was shocked that Bobby would actually thank him for something.
But he was wrong.
"Hey, Rob. You might want to get back to work. We pay employees you know, even if they ARE just security guards."
"Yes, sir�"
Bastard�
"�ooohhh�."
Rob almost had forgotten about that man.
"Hey! You better leave now, or I may have to call the cops, and we don't want that to happen now, would we?"
The man tried to stand up, and he spat blood on the pavement. Rob could not take anymore.
"Here� let me help you up�"
Rod bent over and placed his club on its holder clipped on his belt. He was actually helping a lunatic.
"�ohhhh�."
"Stop moaning, will ya? You're being pathetic, now scram�"
The man frowned at Rob in the oddest way. Rob didn't know whether the man was angry with him, or thankful. It was hard to tell through those disgusting bumps on his face. When the man could already stand up by himself, Rob felt a thug on his arms. That made it a lot clearer for him. The man was angry with him.
"Hey look here, you disgusting looking prick�"
The man turned around, finally, removing his face from Rob's field of vision. He was starting to have nightmares about the man, even though he wasn't sleeping yet. Rob turned around and walked through the automatic doors. He had his thanks to the company for those hi-tech stuff, because if it weren't for those, then he'd be opening the doors to Bobby Miles.
Bobby was gone now. He had stepped inside the elevator. Bobby took a look at his wristwatch and saw that it was 4:00pm. He was late.
"Dammit. No - they'll understand, a top executive like me deserves some sympathy�"
*ting*
The elevator's doors opened and he could make out the blond secretary on the far end of the wall, wearing his favorite business suit. Or rather, lingerie. Yeah. It almost looked like she was wearing nothing. Her neckline was cut so low that Bobby almost could see her nipples. And that was the way he liked 'em.
Bobby walked right pass the woman. But his eyes were fixed on her huge cleavage. The secretary could have said something, but it would just get her fired. Hell, he already screwed her several times, in any way he wished, and still she wouldn't say a thing. Like she knew, it would only get her fired.
"Nice tits Lorene� oh, I meant nice day�" he said, laughing.
"Likewise, Mr. Miles."
Asshole�
She had tried long and hard to contain her anger. She knew that she could file for a rape case. But somehow, she couldn't just summon the right nerves to do it. But she knew that there would just be a time when her revenge would be satisfied.
Bobby slammed the huge door and it made a thunderous, disturbing sound.
He closed the door behind him, and fixed his tie, making sure that everything was perfect. He turned around to face the executive committee but there was something wrong.
There was nobody around.
"What is this? Is this a joke?"
He walked around the room, making sure that nobody was really around. He hoped for it to be a joke. But from the looks of it, it wasn't. But still, he tried to convince himself otherwise.
"HELLO! PEOPLE! IS THIS SOMEBODY'S IDEA OF A JOKE? Boy are you gonna get it�"
Silence.
Bobby went over towards the window, and looked below. Perhaps the committee will arrive late. Yeah. That's right.
That's right� I'll just sit here and -
*THUD*
"Huh�"
*CRASSSHHHH*
The glass window was broken, and gushes of wind entered the thirty-first story of the building. Then the whoosh of the wind were replaced by a familiar voice.
"GET OUT!!! NOWWW!!!"
"What the--"
The lunatic was on the window-washer's elevator. He was trying to get in through the broken glass window.
Bobby started to run.
"Lorene! Security! Someone!"
The man had managed to enter the committee room, but was faced down on the hard cold floor. Again.
"Yeah, that's right� run�" the man said, still catching his breath.
Bobby had stopped just in time before his nose could hit the wooden door. He twisted the handle, but nothing happened. He looked back at the man, struggling to get up, but he DID get up. Bobby screamed even more.
"Aaagghhhhh!"
He looked so pathetic. He again twisted the doorknob harder, hoping that it was just his strength which had left him. But it was no use.
"Loreeeeeeeene! Opeeennn the doooorrr!"
There wasn't an answer. He stared back at the man, hoping that he was gone, but he was still there, still struggling to get up. The man spoke.
"Too late, you ass�"
"Loreeeeeenne! BITCH open this DOOR! Loreeeeeeeene!"
He banged the door several times, but still there was no response. But a pinch of thought suddenly came to him. He patted his coat, searching for his cellular phone.
"YES!"
He quickly dialed the security operators downstairs. He placed the phone close to his ear.
*burrrrr--- burrrrr*
"Answer the phone�.."
*burrrrr--- burrrrr*
*burrrrr--- burrrrr*
---
*RINGGGG*
*RINGGGG*
Rod looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Bobby's number. He looked at the telephone, and did nothing more. He dared the phone to stop ringing, but it didn't. It was getting annoying.
*RINGGGG*
*RINGGGG*
*RINGGGG*
Rod couldn't stand it anymore. He picked up the receiver for a short moment, and hung up immediately.
"There� that'll keep you silent� you crazy fuck."
---
"ANSWER THE PHONE, DAMMIT!"
The man was already standing up. But he still looked disgusting.
Bobby removed the cellular phone from his ear and threw it, sending tiny pieces of it scattering all over the marble floor.
*CRASH*
"Damned phone�"
Bobby turned around and saw that the man was already walking towards him.
"Loreeennnnnn! PLEAASSEEEE OPEN THE DOOORR!"
"You blew it, you crazy fuck�.you blew IT!"
Still, Bobby couldn't stop screaming. Wouldn't stop screaming. At this time, he only wished to be away from that monster. And besides, he was scared to be trapped too. He was claustrophobic.
"What do you want with me?!!"
The man limped slowly towards him.
"I already told you, but you won't listen! It's too late now�"
"What are you talking about?! Too late for WHAT?! LOREEEEENNE!"
"A couple of hours ago, I thought that I was a fool. But now, it proves me wrong. I'm not only a fool, but a goddamn smelly, festering FOOL!"
"LOREEEEEENE!"
"SHUT UP! She won't hear you�"
The man was getting closer towards Bobby.
"GET AWAY!!! PLEASE GOD�"
"You still don't get it, Mr. Miles? Bobby? God had sent me back� he sent me to save ME! But it seems that I am-was too vain and too much of a fuck than I have ever expected. I realize now, but it's too late�"
"YOU'RE NUTS!!! ANYBODYYYY!!!!!" Bobby still won't stop screaming. But something had caught his attention.
"What's that smell�?"
"It's gas, you idiot."
"LOREEEEEENNEE!!!"
"It's no use, man� you - we're both going down�"
"BULLSHIT!"
"You could have said goodbye to your wife, but you already messed up the phone, you asshole�"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
"If I were you, I'd already close my eyes -- what am I saying� I AM YOU!" The man laughed hysterically.
Bobby still knocked the wood, and his knuckles already had bruises. He could still have screamed more, but he was hit directly in the face, that he felt his cheekbone crack, and his nose bled uncontrollably. He suddenly felt dizzy, and fell on the ground, unconscious.
"I've waited a long time to do that, Bobby�Well, perhaps just for some thirty minutes or so�"
And all of a sudden, everything felt terribly hot.
---
Rob rushed over towards the charred debris of the wooden door. There were a lot of people around, firemen, businessmen, the sorts. But there was no sign of Mr. Miles. Usually, he would be in scenes like this, annoying people's asses off. But this time, there was no Mr. Miles. Rob went through the black pile of debris and looked around of what was the Executive Committee Room.
On one corner of the room, the corner which was closest to the door, were the charred remains of Mr. Miles. Rob grinned.
---
On the dark hallway leading towards the building's underground parking lot, was a shadow. It was soon replaced by a woman. Blond and had nice, protruding cleavage. She looked so *revealing* through that see-through dress of hers.
She took from her purse a small match pack. The matches were reserved for *special* occasions, and she had never used it before. She turned over the cover and revealed one matchstick was missing. She ripped off a matchstick and lit a cigarette. Afterwards, she threw the consumed match stick, together with it's matchbook. It's contents were never to be used again.
She inhaled deeply of the stimulating menthol in the cigarette, and felt her nerves settle down.
"Thank God," she said, while blowing smoke out her mouth.
The End
Copyright 2001 by Miedo.
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