Not a Day Goes By

Reads: 411  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Evil cannot hide in plain sight forever.

Submitted: May 22, 2013

A A A | A A A

Submitted: May 22, 2013

A A A

A A A


The smell of fire had always satisfied some dormant part of me. Staring at the flame, it was an odd moment. Everyone knows that feeling they get is primitive. People hundreds of thousands of years ago did that very same thing, and it felt just as amazing. Yet, I knew I couldn't stay there forever. That old house was secluded, but a huge fire isn't something you easily miss. It had burned for over two hours and no one called the fire department.  So I knew I was safe and I made it home quickly. I did the right thing, and everything that came afterwards was justified because I lay my head at night knowing my soul is whole again.

 

14th of October 2018: Bumblephuck, NY

 

The day your life changes never starts off extraordinarily. I did my normal routine. Brushed my teeth, showered, updated my H.U.B., and got suited for work. I had to maintain a sense of normalcy. Rogers knew exactly what time to show up to my house. Till this day I regret teaming up with him. Nonetheless, we arrived on time thanks to his speedy driving and lack of social skills. The entire drive there I couldn't help but notice how disheveled the inside of his car looked. The wood dash was caked in cigarette ash and coffee spills. His upholstery had turned some odd yellowish brown color and I'm almost positive the weird sound I always heard was a live animal trapped somewhere. The car was disgusting. We finally got to the depot. 14 Havermayer Ave aka Fort Knocks. It was a depressing looking building. HuTech did not consider the effectiveness of a little color in maintaining a productive workforce. The entrances were massive concrete openings void of anything save the lone security booth. We pulled up, Sam Wilbon was on the shift, as expected. He was a tall and malnourished looking fellow. He had jet black hair and oddly piercing brown eyes for such a forgettable face. We had caught him as he was eating breakfast. He waved us in mid-bite and we just smiled at him. I made sure he saw I was in the car with Rogers that morning. Any other day, he would have put his bagel down and I.D.. us but that day was special. You see, it was the 5th year anniversary of HuTech, and all the execs went to New York City to celebrate the tremendous amount of money they manage to make every quarter.

 

We made our way through the maze of activity going on near the loading bay, finally arriving at the 'Sort and Stack". Rogers never had issue with jumping straight into work. However, I had completely different plans with my energy. At this time I was going on 2 and a half years with the company. I had a pretty good understanding of the daily movements of all the work and security crews. I made my way to the side door and tippy-toed up to the small wire window. I knew I needed to get back outside without anyone else noticing. So I grabbed a big bag of reject parts and a welding mask. At 10.30am, every morning, The welders take the rejects from the "Sort and Stack' and transport them across the factory to the Out-Bay for pick up. 

 

As expected, and on time, in came a crew of welders walking straight towards me. It was at that moment I realized this plan was flawless. I was even thanked for getting there so early. I waited around for them to get their bags together. Walking around the factory with that welder's mask on changed my perspective on the drones of workers at the factory. We could be transporting terrible things right around everyone is too focused on not messing up the structured flow of everything.

 

In the Out-Bay people moved about hastily, rarely stopping to fully take in what is going on around them. I stood in the middle of it all, just appreciating the fact I could stand out while blending in at the same time. Till this day, I remember the smell all the burning metal and gas the trucks gave off. Lunch time eventually came and that meant the 1st round of trucks are leaving to the smelting warehouse located by the water. As the docking stations cleared, I began making my way down to street level and found myself crawling into an empty truck, hiding inside the cabin under a mess of fire blankets. It was just minutes before someone got inside the truck and started it up. I didn't dare move to see if I knew the operator. I just laid there as motionless as possible as he did his final checks before heading out. I could hear the chatter on his Com Radio and i steadily grew more excited for what was to come.

 

After what seemed like an hour, I could start to hear the loud sound of seagulls and cranes. The truck had come to stop, it was game time. I waited to hear the engine cut off and the driver-side door close. I knew I had approximately two minutes to get out while his cargo is logged into the system. The only problem is, I have no clue where in the warehouse I'm located. I quickly uncovered myself and kneeled high enough to peer out the windshield. I was in a long line of trucks waiting to make their way to the Unloading station.  I opened the door and looked behind me. The coast seemed clear and i didn't know how long that would last so I made the quick decision to hop out. I went straight under the truck and scanned around for any feet. I could see the street and the colors of the outside world. I rolled out, jumped up, and began to briskly walk out. That was probably the most nervous I had been since kissing Irena for the first time. I could feel how soft the grass was even in my boots and with every step my heartbeat slowed.

 

I got my bearings and made my way home. The streets were empty. People haven't been the same since the Dry Lake Killer started terrorizing our families. I lived near the warehouse. Honestly, everything about that afternoon felt perfect. For a split second I felt like my old self again. Sunset that night was predicted for 5:04pm. I had planned to move out at 6:45pm sharp. All my preparations had been done prior to that day. all i needed to do was call the doctor and confirm our dinner date. Pretending to be genuinely interested in anything that man did to appear human was the hardest thing I've ever done. That's saying a lot.

 

The night crawled in slowly but surely. The streets grew dark just on time and I gathered my clothes and showered. As i stood under the shower head, a sense of relief was already washing over me. I had no fear of failure, it was not an option. 

 

His house was very large indeed. White with a red door. Only fitting. When the doctor answered the door, I smelled an odd sweetness. It was as if the man was making candy right there in his living room. There was a red carnation on his lapel and I could tell he took his time ironing out every single wrinkle on his suit.I could tell he wanted a hug but i shook his hand. It was rough but cold. I stared into his eyes and i remember having flashes of what i was planning to do. He closed the door behind him without inviting me in and began to speak. I cut him off and asked him permission to relieve the emergency brewing in my bladder. He denied saying the restaurant was only 30 minutes from his house. I insisted he didn't understand the severity of the emergency. He reluctantly re-opened his house to me and showed me to the downstairs bathroom. As he walked me through the entranceway, i noticed a pair of muddy running shoes sitting neatly under the mahogany day stand at the end of the walkway. His house was messy for someone who so methodically plans his actions.

 

Inside the bathroom, i lifted up the seat and sat down. I undid my sweater and shirt buttons, removed them, and unstrapped a gun from my chest. As i put it all together i did my best to make as little noise as possible. All done. I paused for a second, it was easier to breath without that thing strapped to me. Oddly enough, I couldn't help but smile at where I was. I flushed the toilet and turned the faucet on for a few seconds. The act was over, it was game time.

 

I walked out and saw him standing in his living room waiting on me. He gave me an awkward smile as i stepped out. I smiled back and asked " Hey, did you know I had a son?" I could tell that threw him off a little. "what do you mean by had?" he replied. 

 

"He left the same day my wife did.."

 

He paused.


© Copyright 2020 Carlos Santana. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments: