Simon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the story of a young Australian man who is living in London. During his stay there he befriends Simon, he soon discovers Simon is a very different person.

Submitted: March 05, 2010

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This is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me......
I was living in London at the time and I was miserable because I was missing my friends and family and London did not turn out to be what I wanted it to be. I had moved there just after finishing school, I felt that there wasn’t enough for me in Australia, particularly in the small town that I am from, and I decided to do some travelling to see what the world was really like. I even left my girlfriend because she had other plans. But when I arrived, the people didn’t want to know me, my apartment was horrible and everything was too expensive for me. I had a part time job in a cafe which kept me too busy to travel to the mainland and see the rest of Europe. So really my life was even duller than what it would have been in Australia.
All this changed however, when I had been in London for about four months and was sitting in a pub one afternoon drinking, and as always I was on my own. When I got up to leave I realized that I’d had too much to drink and I sort of stumbled to the exit. I tripped on something and fell out the door on to the street. I would have landed on my face except I was caught by a man. My initial instinct was to get off him because he might want to harm me, but instead he smiled. He had dark skin and was a fare bit shorter than me. His big brown eyes looked straight into mine and I thought he might be Indian as I was in a very Indian part of London.
We stood face to face staring at each other for a good thirty seconds, his clammy hands firmly around my arms as if I would fall at any moment. “You must be careful” he said at last as he let go of my arms “you are lucky I was standing here to save you” he then began to laugh. It was such an innocent laugh I couldn’t help laughing with him. It was like he exhaled all the air from his lungs and breathed it back in, in short gasps. “You must buy me a drink for saving you” he said. I was delighted with this response and because no-one else in that retched city had ever given me any notice, I agreed.
We went back into the pub and out of the hot sun. It was a very hot day in London, being Australian I never thought I would be affected by the heat in England, but I was. I refused to go back to my apartment because it was on the top floor of a really old building and it was so hot and stuffy up there, which was why I’d spent the afternoon at the pub. I even was considering sleeping in Hyde park that night to avoid going back. I ordered two pints of London pride for myself and my new friend, and because I was still feeling rather tipsy I got a large bottle of water as well. We sat down at a table near the window and began to talk.
“My name is Simon” he said extending out his hand. I shook his hand and said
“Terry, how’re going mate” I couldn’t help but exaggerate my Australian accent with this guy. Simon laughed, and like last time I couldn’t help but laugh when I heard him.
“how er ya goen mate” he said clumsily, trying to imitate me and we both laughed even harder. When we had managed to settle ourselves Simon started asking me all sorts of questions, about my country, my family, why I was in London and I happily answered.
“Why are you so unhappy here?” Simon asked
“I just hate this city” I replied, and after a short pause for me to think about the question I went on. “Everyone’s so arrogant; you know, you’re the first nice person I’ve met here. I shouldn’t have come here on my own, I thought I’d be able to meet heaps of people, travellers like me, I’ve met no-one. I came here to see the world, but I’ve barely left London”. Simon stared at me with a very thoughtful look on his face, he looked as though he was going to depart some advice
on to me but instead he said “I think we should order something for dinner”.
 
So we stayed at the pub and had a meal, we found ourselves talking until two in the morning, we were so engrossed in conversation that we were completely oblivious to everything that was going on around us. We left the pub together still talking and started walking down the street in the opposite direction to where I was staying. I didn’t mind though because I had enjoyed spending time with Simon and we’d become really good friends throughout the course of the evening.
 
After about five minutes of walking we stopped out the front of an apartment building. Simon insisted I stay the night because his apartment had air conditioning and I would get a much better sleep, it was a modern place, much nicer than my dump. Simon unfolded the sofa for me and gave me a pillow and a sheet, I didn’t need any more bedding on that hot night. He mentioned something about going out for breakfast in the morning and left me to sleep.
 
I awoke to Simon shaking me by the shoulder, it was still dark and I was feeling really groggy, it was a mixture of alcohol consumption and lack of sleep. “you must get up Terry, I have a surprise for you”. I hauled myself upright and sat on the edge of the sofa yawning and reluctant to wake up. “I think I can help you with your problem” Simon said with a smile plastered on his face.
“What problem is that?” I asked in a lazy disinterested way, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. “I want to take you on an adventure, right now, if you are interested” Simon said excitedly. “I am going to show you a whole new world”.
 
Fortunately for Simon I was interested in having an adventure and I quickly woke up feeling a little buzz of excitement, the same feeling I had before I left Australia. “That sounds great” I said “where’re ya gonna take me?”
“I want to take you to my land” Simon answered
“What? you mean India, that’d be awesome”
“I am not from India, I am from a different world, very few people from this world have ever been there and I am offering you the chance to come with me, I would love to show you my home land and I know you would love it there”.
Now, if anyone else had ever said anything like that to me I would be attempting to get out of there, but Simon and I had become such good friends in that short period I just believed him. I’m not sure what it was about him but I automatically trusted him.
 
“Come, you must get out of bed” Simon said. I was still wearing the cloths I had on during the day so all I needed to do was put on my shoes and socks and I was ready. Simon walked into the kitchen and I followed, there was what looked like a cupboard across from the entrance of the kitchen. It looked old and worn, yet sort of antique and precious. Simon opened the door and told me to step inside, I did as he said and he stepped in after me, and for the second time that night I found myself standing face to face with Simon.
 
We stood there for about a minute, silently looking at each other. Simon had a little grin on his face, and he was nodding to reassure me. Then he said “open the door and have a look”. I opened the door and immediately felt a cold change in the temperature. I stepped out of the brown cupboard and into this dimly lit room, the only light was coming from the door at the top of a flight of stairs.
“Congratulations” Simon said “you have successfully transported yourself into my basement”. Then I heard that innocent childish laugh from him again but I was in too much shock to laugh with him this time. “Come, you must meet my friends” Simon said and I followed him up the stairs and towards the exit. 
 
When I stepped into the house it was light, there was a cold breeze flowing through the house and I realized that most of the windows were broken. I then noticed it was snowing outside and that was it, I didn’t see anymore because I had been ambushed moments after stepping into the room, I didn’t even see who it was forcing a black bag over my head, but there was at least two people there because I was being held in a bear hug from behind while my arms were being taped together in front. Admittedly there wasn’t much of a struggle, these guys were strong and I was panicking so much I could barely breathe.
 
“Let me be the one to tell him” I heard Simon say as I lay flat on the ground in the other room, my hands were bound and the black bag remained on my head, I don’t know for sure but I think it may have been a back pack that was on my head. They had used scotch tape to strap it around my neck and I found myself struggling to breath, more from panicked terror than from the tape restricting my air. “You have done your job Simon there is nothing more for you to do” said a voice.
 
This part of my horrific adventure is a little hazy, I think it all got a bit much for me and I blacked out. I remember being in a bedroom and sitting on a bed next to Simon but I don’t know how I got there. I was no longer sporting a bag as a hat and my hands were now free. Simon looked ashamed of himself, his head was hanging low and his shoulders were hunched over.
“I am sorry Terry” he said
 “What’s happening Simon?” I asked “what’d ya do?”
“It is not what I have done, it is what they are going to do, they must kill you”
“You’re gonna kill me?”
“No, my employers are going to kill you, they have no choice”
“What about my choice?” I said “we were friends and you betrayed me”
“I know, I am really sorry Terry, I did not want to do it, I did not want to come back here but I had to.”
“Why’d ya have to Simon? Why?” I cried
“I am in debt with them, they will kill me if I do not pay them back with the blood of a human, it is almost like currency here, and if I did not return they would have found me”. Simon was crying by this stage.
We heard footsteps coming from the other room and Simon snapped into an alert state “You must run back to the cupboard as soon as I say” he whispered to me as the door opened. In stepped a giant man, he was the biggest man I’d ever seen, but he wasn’t a man, he was about four times the size of an average man and his orange teeth sat over his top lip. His brown skin was hard and leathery and he looked very intimidating.
 
Simon stepped between me and the Giant and said “Terry is leaving, you must take my blood instead”.  The scary giant said nothing, he showed no emotion to what Simon was saying. Simon turned to me and said “run now Terry, you must see the world”. That was the last thing Simon ever said and it is burned into my memory, for as soon as he said that the giant pulled out a knife and in one mighty swing cut Simon across the throat with it. I saw his blood spurt out his throat for a split moment before I ran out of the room, tears jetting from my eyes. I ran straight into the antique cupboard and shut the door. I spent a long time in there trying to gather my thoughts, I was shaking all over and could not control my emotion. I’d just seen my best friend have his throat slit, to this day I am still traumatised by that.
 
I left London not long after that and I journeyed all over Europe. When I returned I was with some friends I’d met on my travels and I finally saw everything London has to offer. I didn’t return to Australia for a number of years.


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