FRIEND AROUND

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mysterious friend comes to people willing to die.

Submitted: December 01, 2012

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Submitted: December 01, 2012

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FRIEND AROUND


She met George in the hospital. She knew he is doing a surgery this day. She knew he is a perfect surgeon. She knew surgery is not going to be long and difficult. It was not. A guy on a table died. You never know. She knew. George obviously did not. Sad, as a surgeon he supposed to expect anything. He came out so frustrated and exhausted, that made her wonder: “How old is he? He looks so old now. Wrong time to judge the age though. Too bad if every table death affects him so heavily. He’ll be fine. That is curable. What he needs now is warmth”.

She burst in tears as she embraced him as an old friend or closest relative could. What she could do to console his grief? Now he had to console hers. That might made him little stronger. She tried to talk him something hypocritical. He nodded but neither spoke nor listened and eagerly gave up control to her. She gave him little time then guided him for nearest pub. That what she meant as warmth. He needs a drink. That always works. Almost on every man. Almost. That worked for George though. She knew him very well.

He drank in silence at first. When he eventually untied his tongue his speech came up hard to comprehend. In that dim light of a pub he barely understood whom he was talking to.
“Listen, - he told her and she listened. – You are the only friend who could understand. I lost my skills. Something irreversible happened to me, to my hands, my brain. I am not able to do that anymore.”
“You are a great surgeon, George,” - she told him.
“No, I am not. I hope I was. It just happened. May be it has a reason, I don’t know. Point is it happened before I gone for that guy and I knew it. What does it mean?”
“You know. You killed him. Never mind. It is OK, he was to die. There is no doctor for death.”
“Ever seen drunk old doctor?”
“You are not old. And now you are not a doctor, you are just a man, regular guest.”
“Listen, I am married for 15 years. I am not the person my family used to know. I can’t go home. What would I tell my wife?”
“What would you tell if you wouldn’t go home? You can’t drive in this condition.”
“I don’t care,” - he shook his head.
“Neither do I.”
She did not count time spent. It seemed long and bored but not really like it seemed.

They were met by windy unfriendly streets. George looked lost and did not know where they go. She knew the motel in a couple of blocks down to the river. She checked in on his name. Poor George, he was so weak and drunk he could not perform well. But she made him. Then once again and more. In the morning he did not wake up. She checked his pulse to be sure he is dead. She took a shower, dressed carefully, then made a call to front desk.
“I think a guest from 211 got a heart attack, - she said. – Do not rush, look likes the unfortunate is dead already.”
Then she hung up, get couple dollars from a purse and left the tip on the desk. She made a deep breath, took a last glance over the room and left.

#

He was there when a girl came up to the middle of the bridge span. Old bridge did not see walking people for years, not even cars in this time of night. That made no doubts what she was going to do. He knew who she is, knew her name, where she is from and why she is here. For a brief moment he struggled with attempt to approach and talk to her but kept silence. He clearly understood whatever he tells would not change anything. All decisions were made long ago. Nevertheless he came very close; he tried to be noticed. But she barely notices anything now. How bright are the stars, how fresh is the night breeze from the ocean. She climbed the handrail and jumped without hesitation.

From the bridge that big and high he could not hear small splash down in the water. Which vanished in a very next second. Well, nobody else was there to pay an attention. He reached his wallet, get the coin and throw it in eternal water. “See you, dear friend, - he promised, but thought for himself: - I would prefer the hard concrete though and probably in some stormy violent time. Yet, they keep coming. They will.”

#

She was with Jake when the door of the apartment opened and Lisa came in. Jake was sleeping and she was by the bedside. Lisa was surprised at first to see her but kept quiet for a while. Lisa slipped to the kitchen, apparently she brought something to eat. When she came back, she asked:
“Sleeping?”
She nodded. The look of him sleeping made them breath slow and eyes wet. How cute and handsome he was, like a classical piece of art sculpture.
“How long? Who are you?” – Lisa asked.
“I am a friend. Just a friend. You don’t have to know me. Enough that I know about you.”
“I can stay. I am off from my job for a day.”
“I’m not leaving, if you meant that. I will as soon as he starts talking. But we don’t want him to wake up, do we?”
“Why? If he sleeps so long.”
“He will wake up and tell us what he wants for dinner.”
She did not move and her steady look did not let it to Lisa either. Lisa found a chair and sat next to her.

Jake woke up. He rolled his eyes slowly recognizing the people present.
“Hi, Jake, What happened?” – Started Lisa. But his attention soon was focused on another woman.
“Please, - he said, then little louder – Please, help me.”
“We have no money, Jake.”
“I, I will…”
“No, you won’t,” - she cut him sharply.
“Money? How much you need?” – Asked Lisa.
“How much we need, Jake?” – She grinned.
“Please.”
“OK. Show me what you have, dear.” – She took the wallet from Lisa’s hand, did not find much and gave it back.
“OK, I got some. Who is he? Where to find him?”
“He is Bob. Silver Bobby, on South Street. They know him.”
“Wait for me.” – She said, then promptly left.

#

She found Bob all right. Indeed just the mention of his name opened her a few doors and a couple of mouths. He was playing pool in small bar with two of his friends. And he was really silver, concerning his short hair, something sparkling, something artificial seemingly were applied, something that reminded her of Christmas. “That is a trademark”, - she guessed. She found him talkative. He is salesman after all.
“Are you driving?” – He asked.
“No, I walk.”
“So do I. Probably for the different reason. I have no license. That is pity. I was going to ask for a ride. – He made a shot but missed the ball. – I am kidding, I am fine. That is not that bad, you know? Police does not tease pedestrians. Luke will get you what you want.”
Luke touched her shoulder. She turned to face him.
“Not here,” - said Luke.
She followed Luke down the hallway out of the game room. He’d taken her money and gave her an envelope. Bag was in there, she guessed, but did not check. They were going back when a group of young men invaded the pool room and started shooting. Bob’s men did not get time to resist. Even Luke, he froze and did not move. When he eventually did he got his bullets too. Then shooters left as sudden as they came in. It lasted a minute, might be less.
She came out the hallway and looked around the room. Three men have laid down bleeding. Killers did not shoot randomly, they knew. Bar had other patrons who stood as they were in silence. Surprisingly man with silver hairs was still alive despite impressive black hole in his stomach. He was breathing and opened eyes. She knelt over him and touched his wonderful hairs. Then checked his pockets.
“I have no heart. – He whispered. – Did you bring them?”
“Oh, no. I am for another business.”
“Did you get what you need?”
“Yes sir, thank you.”
“There will be a war.”
“There are not much left to war with.”
“I won’t die…”
He fainted. She’d found a wallet and had taken something. The rest she shoved back into pocket.
“Sorry, Bob, I need that. – She waited holding his hand. –
You, my friend, go easy. War is over. Nothing concerns you here anymore.” – She waited another minute till he is finally gone, then closed his eyes and took off for Jake.


#

Door was open and Jake was smiling when she came back, but his smile was not happy. He is different every time they meet and every time he provokes more attraction and interest. She did not know the male as intriguing as Jake. It is just a surface though, he is not what he is looks like, she knew that too.
“OK guys, mommy’s back. Here is what you wanted, Jake.” – She carefully put envelope into his stretched hands.
“Thank you, love.”
“Sure.”
He still did not seem to be happy. But Lisa suddenly was.
“Listen Lisa, may I talk to you for a minute. I think Jake needs some privacy.”
She’d taken Lisa by hand and guided her out to the kitchen, then closed a tin door.
“You don’t want to see that, girl.”
“I know, you are a friend. Jake told me.”
“He did? Nice. He is in no state to have an extra lover. And I have no sex.” – She kept pause as long as she could, then said - You have a job, I heard. Like it? Jake might have friends as many as he wishes and so you could. You choose your friends carefully. Like him? Sure, you do. Nevertheless, you have to stay away from guys like Jake. He is sick. He likes his sickness; worse, he likes to share it with his friends. It is very contagious.”
“Not for you?”
“Not for me. What about you? Are you sure you are clean?”
“Yes. Is it what you wanted to tell?”
“Yes it is. Some people get sick by accident but many overestimate themselves and go into danger voluntarily. Like you.”
“Like you.”
“Definitely not me. Does it look like advice? Sorry, I am not supposed to. I don’t really care. You are not my friend. Even if you would at some point…”
“You are friend of Jake.”
“Right. You don’t want friends like me either.”
“Can we see Jake now?”
“Wait a little.”

When they got back in the room Jake was silent.
“Look, he sleeps again.”
“What you expect? That is his real relief and joy.”
“When will he wake up? He did not eat.”
“From the look of him, I am afraid he won’t. Not anymore.”
“What? What do you mean?”
Lisa rushed to laying Jake, tried his hands, cheeks, neck.
“Did he overdose?”
“I assume yes, he did.”
“Could we help? Could we call for help?”
“We helped, did not we?”
“Look, he dies.”
“No, he is dead already.”
“What kind of friend you are. You just filled him with poison.”
“No, I didn’t. You know that. I did what he wanted me to do. All the way to the last wishes. That is what a loyal friend does. You don’t know. I did not help him to die. He would be dead by now anyhow. I just assisted him to go the way he preferred. And what kind of friend you are? You want to keep him suffering for your amusement? He is not a pet, he does not belong to you.”
“That is not true. You don’t know me.”
“Oh, sure I do. Relax. Only he is responsible for what he has done and free to do whatever he wants. He got what he wanted from us. He is not returning a favor. Forget it, leave him alone.”
“What we gonna do now?”
“Nothing. Now as my friend is gone I have nothing else to do here. Do what you want. Suite yourself. Good-bye.”
She did not wait Lisa’s hesitations. She left.

#

He showed up at George’s funeral. He was late. He hated those routines. People pay respect as they wish would be paid them. That is the nature of things. Friends will forget George a few days. Even he, his final one, he barely remembers now that strange exhaustive night in a motel. Except children. Children might keep some image even if not the real one. George had two girls as he knew. Not of his concern now. And wife. Wife is a matter of question. He patiently joined silent crowd and his sudden visit was not noticed. He surfed through the row of faces. He must to know all of the present, or almost all of them, though he did not bother to recognize them by their solemn and neat appearance. Neither did they by the look he had now.

He took his way slowly. He did not hurry. As a procedure went on he found his steady place behind the widow. Then next to her, the place nobody else further dear to challenge. She was the person he was interested in. He knew he is good with women whenever they are alone, He knew her. It did not take much effort to get rid of her current companions.
“Accept my deep condolence, madam,” - he said.
“Who are you?”
“I am friend of your deceased husband. Very close indeed, nobody knew him better than me.”
“He did not have many friends. Nobody knew him enough, not even me. How come I don’t know you?”
“You will. As I know you. We will be friends. I’ll take care of you.”
“Are you sure you will? I don’t know who you are. What did you say is your name?”
“I did not say it yet. You may call me Angel.”
“Angel? Is it a real name?”
“Name does not really matter but it is what I am.”
“Angel?”


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