Tom's Anger

March 22, 2009 09:21 PM

THE TIME IS NIGH! The ascendence of the great king will end this current age of strife and death! The end has come, but this end heralds the start of the beginning of the journey to the next end! Repent, for his return is here! While you wait for the end, please enjoy this installment of Five Minute Fiction. As is the norm, I have prepared this piece in five minutes without concern for pacing, plot, point, or passability. REPENT AND ENJOY!

The setting sun framed the black silhouette of a man standing over three slumped forms. The sun was setting, and Tom had already killed three men. At least they weren't brothers, he reasoned. Tom had a thing about killing siblings. It just didn't seem right, felt too familiar.

Tom wiped his hands on the bowling shirt of the second man. That was another thing, Tom never messed with the body of his third kill. Never.

Tom got into his green El Camino and continued his leisurely drive down Colorado Boulevard. He'd just been out driving when everything went down. He hadn't intended to get involved and now he needed to cool down. He need somewhere to rest for a few moments. That's when he remembered that Ginger lived just a few blocks down the street. He hadn't seen her since the company picnic. Better not to bring that up, he thought.

He pulled up to Ginger's house just as another car drove off. Tom went inside, noticing that the house seemed hotter than the weather outside would have suggested. He went toward the one lit room in the house, immediately discovering why the house seemed so hot.

"Hey Dirk." He hadn't expected to see Ginger's brother, now or ever again.

"Well, if it isn't dear old Tommy? How's the wife?" Dirk was wearing an evil grin and mismatched socks.

"You tell me. Do you still own the wig?" Tom shot back.

Tom had killed three men today and he didn't want to make it four. At the moment, however, he wasn't sure he had a choice.

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The Maitre d'

Admit it.

March 23, 2009 10:49 PM

You're the guy who wrote the liner notes for Highway 61 Revisited.

The Chef

REPENT!

March 24, 2009 06:56 AM

Repent! For the time of the Snake Hooptie is at hand!

The Sommelier

To the Maitre d'

March 24, 2009 09:22 PM

I wish I had.

The Maitre d'

To the Sommelier

March 24, 2009 09:48 PM

Well, you're distantly related to the guy who did write it, then?

Or at the very least, the government secretly tested the same psychedelic drugs on you back in the 60's?

The Sommelier

Well...

March 25, 2009 01:57 PM

The government did do things to me.

Jimmy the Squid

Jail...

March 25, 2009 02:02 PM

Jail does not count as "doing things to you", pathetic bag of mostly water. That, my dear primitive hominid, is merely you getting your comeuppance for your crimes against humanity and squid-dom (much as I have faith that Hillary Clinton will indeed see justice one day for what she did to poor Vince Foster).

The Sommelier

I was talking about...

March 25, 2009 06:45 PM

the experimental super soldier program. But also jail.

Jimmy the Squid

Aha!

March 25, 2009 08:23 PM

I knew as much, human lunch meat. However, your government has lied to you yet again! That was no super-soldier program - it was merely an experiment run by a faction of what passes for your nation's management that was in fact dedicated to sterilizing large portions of your country's people without their consent in order to reduce the population for nefarious purposes best left unmentioned.

I am also given to understand that the one with the potato-shaped head was involved in these experiments somehow.

The Maitre d'

Double Aha! on you

March 25, 2009 11:57 PM

I am also given to understand that the one with the potato-shaped head was involved in these experiments somehow.

I assume you mean me--not because it's true, but because the Chef always makes this assertion. Not that, you know, I've claimed that you and The Chef are the same person or anything.

I have been involved in no government experiments that I know of. The big scary possible-side-effects list that the doctors gave me does say I have a chance of being sterile, though. Still, that wasn't so much an experiment, although the data was, in theory, used in research. So, you know, there's that.

The Chef

Aha? What?

March 26, 2009 07:01 AM

Y'know, I'm not going to get into this, but hypothetically speaking, if you were to be posting using Jimmy as a pseudonym, you apparently know me well enough to throw in things like that to make it appear that I could be the goon behind Jimmy's insane rambling. Obviously someone disturbed enough to say the things Jimmy does would also be disturbed enough to plant evidence that it's someone else.

Jimmy the Squid

You foolish ape-thing.

March 26, 2009 12:11 PM

Only a primitive hominid such as yourself, one carrying the chainsaw (the Squid does not bother to distinguish you mammals by name, as you are in the end all human lunch meat for the Great Cthulhu) would suggest that yours truly is less than his own squid, as it were. I do not think that you would like me to disclose your secrets, no? For I know all about you, suit-wearing monkey-man. And you, too, in the puffed-up hat and overblown ego. I know all of your secrets, and I am not afraid to tell them! So do not think for a moment that I am merely a front for another power, as I assure you I am the Squid and only the Squid.

Unless I might be the one in the poofy hat. Or the one with the suit and chainsaw. I might just be one of them, or controlling one of your minds.

The Maitre d'