[Fiction] Cash & Chrome

[Tom Paine]

Author: Libertine
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Cash & Chrome

Life was a spiral that slowly wound away from the man lying prostrate on the floor, it seeped away under circumstances brought about by an unknown force. In his dying moments he thought back over the all to brief period he called his existence, his life, his physical presence...call it what you will it still fled from him like rats from a ship. How did it happen? Just moments before he had been in the company of friends, now his only companion was the chilled sidewalk on which he lay.

He had suffered for as long as he had lived, his parents had beaten him but everything changes eventually, his situation had changed for the better, he had money now - he had had to mug some rich ********r he had seen walking down a side-street. He had left him for dead on the pavement but he didn't have any problems with that, he had been brought up on the belief life was cheap and he wasn't going to change his views because someone who was born into a better family was in his death throes, blood pouring from his mouth 10ft behind him.

As his head connected with the pavement he knew that he was as good as dead. His legs were grabbed and he was pulled off to the side, his mouth opened, he looked like he was going to bite the pavement. The Mugger stamped.

"Get this man a morphine shot, he is down and out, look at the guy's mouth...thats just twisted"
"Yes Doctor"
"What kind of sick son ofa ******** could do this?"

The fist collided with his face. Knocked onto the ground, stars swirling above his head - he tried to get back up, but he couldn't - his legs were pinned by the mugger. He heard the clicking of a revolver, a bullet loaded into the chamber and the hammer pulled back. He Closed his eyes.

As he loaded another round into the chamber He laughed manically, Stupid bastards! How dare they do better than him, how dare they?. The Psychosis had him firmly in his grip, his life made no sense - the only clear thing in his mind was the total mutilation of this upper class bastard...as he Stamped on the guy's head he knew his purpose in life, knew his destiny. He started laughing, and firing the pistol. Round after Round, hysterical laughter ringing in his ears as he fired and fired. The mans head caved in and exploded as bullet after bullet traversed the one and a half feet between the gun and the back of the mans head.

He knew he was dead, he could feel it. As he heard the round chamber he tried to struggle....to see who his assailant was. He managed to get turn, and catch a glimpse, it was someone he knew so well, knew better than anyone else. As he looked at himself through the mirror of his mind the Psychosis that afflicted him all his life kicked in.

He awoke a broken man...he had killed himself in a dream..more than once, he had shot, mutilated and destroyed himself in his own dreams, and this wasn't the first time. He knew what he had to do.

His mother walked in, carrying a tray of tea, singing a carol buoyant with Christmas spirit. As she saw the legs hanging in front of the doorway she started to shake...looking up revealed her worst nightmare, she broke down at the feet of her son.