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Authors: Rainy Kaye
Tags: Paranormal
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three minutes, I lose patience. The hum won't shut up and seems louder while I stand in the empty corridor. Phil is drunk, so he's probably already passed out anyway.
I stride down the hall, stop at his door, and knock. I might be nervous, but I'm focusing on the hum. Home in on it.
I knock again.
I can't hear anything but the hum. I don't want to hear anything else. This is when I need the insanity it brings.
The door opens. Phil looks . . . surprised.
I shove him back and slam the door shut with my foot.
He stumbles into the luggage rack. It goes over, and he lands ass to the floor.
His mouth is moving.
All I hear is the hum, but I nudge it back. Just enough to make out his words.
He's stuttering. “Ralf? Why are you here? Ralf?”
I grin a little. I'd forgotten about that: Ralf is going to kill him.
“Please, whatever you want, just take it.” His eyes dart about. “Are you needing a fix?”
I suppose I do look like a druggy. I pull the gun from my jacket with one hand and the silencer with the other and screw them together.
I should have done that already, but who cares? What is Phil going to do? Whistle at me?
He skitters back a few feet. “Please, Ralf. You don't want to do this. Let me help you.”
Little does he know, he is helping me.
He reaches up to the desk, pulls to his feet. I don't try to stop him. He's not going anywhere.
I hold up the gun to inspect it. Looks like everything is sitting right. I lower the weapon and meet Phil's gaze.
“Please, don't. Please, please, don't.” His voice shakes.
I fuckin' hate when they plead.
“You don't want to do this,” he says. “You don't want to do this, Ralf. You do not want to do this.”
I clock him in the face.
The hum should be happy. It should just disappear now that I'm here, but it won't. Not until I'm done. Not until Phil is dead. Otherwise, the hum will continue to fill up my brain. I swear if someone were to touch my head, they would feel my skull vibrating.
And this isn't the worst. It has not even started yet.
I do not want it to evolve. I will do anything to keep that from ever happening again.
“Please, Ralf,” Phil says, blood running from his bashed up nose. “Please, think about this.”
I raise my gun and pull the trigger. And then Phil, like the hum, is finally silent.
***
I hurry down the Riverwalk, a long mall with stores to my left and the gray Mississippi River to my right. The mall is mostly clear of shoppers, though the air is filled with the smell of fish and popcorn. I would puke if I hadn't already in the hotel parking lot, right after leaving Wife Beater Phil's room.
My left hand is clutching the Go-Phone I picked up on my way to the Riverwalk, and my bag is slung over my shoulder. I step onto the balcony, letting the cool breeze wafting over the Mississippi sneak across my neck and face, chilling the sweat.
I always sweat after a kill. Profusely.
I pull my cellphone out of my pocket. I have a text message, but right now, I don't care. I just want to go home.
I look up Karl's number in my contact list and stab it into the Go-Phone. I press send and lift it to my ear.
Karl answers on the second ring. “Dimitri?”
“It's done.” I hang up and toss the Go-Phone over the railing, into the river.
The balcony is empty. I move to the side, just out of sight of the doors, and use my duster jacket to shield as I drop the gun, silencer, and Ralf's wallet after the phone.
My vision begins to tunnel. I lean back into the wall and close my eyes.
***
In the grand summoning chamber, I stand face-to-face with Karl. The only time I'm relieved to see his skin-stretched skull is after dumping the murder evidence and fleeing town. Better than spending another six hours on a plane. And once he knows the request has been fulfilled, there is no risk of the hum coming back. At least, until the next wish.
“All done?” He smiles at me in his stupid, repulsive way.
I tap my temple with a
I stride down the hall, stop at his door, and knock. I might be nervous, but I'm focusing on the hum. Home in on it.
I knock again.
I can't hear anything but the hum. I don't want to hear anything else. This is when I need the insanity it brings.
The door opens. Phil looks . . . surprised.
I shove him back and slam the door shut with my foot.
He stumbles into the luggage rack. It goes over, and he lands ass to the floor.
His mouth is moving.
All I hear is the hum, but I nudge it back. Just enough to make out his words.
He's stuttering. “Ralf? Why are you here? Ralf?”
I grin a little. I'd forgotten about that: Ralf is going to kill him.
“Please, whatever you want, just take it.” His eyes dart about. “Are you needing a fix?”
I suppose I do look like a druggy. I pull the gun from my jacket with one hand and the silencer with the other and screw them together.
I should have done that already, but who cares? What is Phil going to do? Whistle at me?
He skitters back a few feet. “Please, Ralf. You don't want to do this. Let me help you.”
Little does he know, he is helping me.
He reaches up to the desk, pulls to his feet. I don't try to stop him. He's not going anywhere.
I hold up the gun to inspect it. Looks like everything is sitting right. I lower the weapon and meet Phil's gaze.
“Please, don't. Please, please, don't.” His voice shakes.
I fuckin' hate when they plead.
“You don't want to do this,” he says. “You don't want to do this, Ralf. You do not want to do this.”
I clock him in the face.
The hum should be happy. It should just disappear now that I'm here, but it won't. Not until I'm done. Not until Phil is dead. Otherwise, the hum will continue to fill up my brain. I swear if someone were to touch my head, they would feel my skull vibrating.
And this isn't the worst. It has not even started yet.
I do not want it to evolve. I will do anything to keep that from ever happening again.
“Please, Ralf,” Phil says, blood running from his bashed up nose. “Please, think about this.”
I raise my gun and pull the trigger. And then Phil, like the hum, is finally silent.
***
I hurry down the Riverwalk, a long mall with stores to my left and the gray Mississippi River to my right. The mall is mostly clear of shoppers, though the air is filled with the smell of fish and popcorn. I would puke if I hadn't already in the hotel parking lot, right after leaving Wife Beater Phil's room.
My left hand is clutching the Go-Phone I picked up on my way to the Riverwalk, and my bag is slung over my shoulder. I step onto the balcony, letting the cool breeze wafting over the Mississippi sneak across my neck and face, chilling the sweat.
I always sweat after a kill. Profusely.
I pull my cellphone out of my pocket. I have a text message, but right now, I don't care. I just want to go home.
I look up Karl's number in my contact list and stab it into the Go-Phone. I press send and lift it to my ear.
Karl answers on the second ring. “Dimitri?”
“It's done.” I hang up and toss the Go-Phone over the railing, into the river.
The balcony is empty. I move to the side, just out of sight of the doors, and use my duster jacket to shield as I drop the gun, silencer, and Ralf's wallet after the phone.
My vision begins to tunnel. I lean back into the wall and close my eyes.
***
In the grand summoning chamber, I stand face-to-face with Karl. The only time I'm relieved to see his skin-stretched skull is after dumping the murder evidence and fleeing town. Better than spending another six hours on a plane. And once he knows the request has been fulfilled, there is no risk of the hum coming back. At least, until the next wish.
“All done?” He smiles at me in his stupid, repulsive way.
I tap my temple with a
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