THE MYSTERIOUS WEIRD_000 &
BY 6:30 a.m., Monday morning, Jane had already woken in preparation for the day’s work. The first person she thought of as she woke up was Brad. She wouldn’t have bothered coming home if she wasn’t going to the office that day, and of course she had Brenda to babysit.
She looked into her friend’s room and saw that she was still sound asleep; something that had not happened since the breakup. Normally, Jane would wake up and see Brenda wide-awake and starring at the ceiling.
Michael had called her before she got home the day before and had given her feedback on Brenda’s psychological condition. The news was good. Michael had asked her to make sure Brenda did not stay idle at home all alone; he had suggested her going out to browse at a cyber café.
By the time Jane was dressed up, Brenda had already woken up.
“How was your night?” she asked.
“It was nice, especially for the fact that I found myself hunting Adam with a knife and you and Michael were begging me not to hurt him,” Brenda replied as she stretched herself while on the bed. She didn’t add her night lover’s erotic visit, which had lasted for four whole hours.
“I don’t even approve of you seeing him at all in the dream,” Jane was saying. “So how is your day going to be?”
“I don’t know. I am supposed to meet some people concerning this job thing, but I want to give them time, perhaps next week. Michael suggested going for browsing. I could do some online application and chatting.”
“I think that is a nice idea. It will take your mind off some issues.”
“I know, but…”
“Why don’t you go to 3rd Edition Café at Silver Street, at least you can exercise yourself by taking a stroll.” Silver Street was two streets away and Brenda had been there a couple of times.
“Okay, I will, but that will be much later.” Then she said, “I can’t even imagine that Adam hasn’t even called me, at least just to say hi.”
“He is such a loser. The last thing you need in your life now is his lousy call,” quickly said her good friend.
And by 7:00 p.m., she was out of the house and Brenda was alone again. She thought about Adam, but Michael’s image kept taking over. She liked Michael, his company was interesting and he made her feel at ease. But she quickly discarded the thought from her mind. Men were not worth the stress.
Then she thought about going to the café. It was a nice idea after all. She wondered why she had not thought of going there all this while. She suddenly felt like leaving the lonely house immediately.
She quickly got out of bed and prepared herself for the days outing.
Brenda got to 3rd Edition Cyber Café at exactly 11:00 a.m. She had earlier received a call from Jane, who had wanted to know what she was doing at the moment.
She had also received a text message from Michael asking her how her night was and telling her how he was going to spend the day. At the end of the text, he wrote, “You see I am going to have a busy day, what about you?” She had smiled after reading this text and whispered to herself, “I am going to the cafe as promised.”
The interior of the café was scanty; there were only a few kids and not more than three adults browsing in the café. Brenda liked the serene atmosphere in the café. She went straight to the receptionist and paid for three hours. A ticket was given to her before she went straight to the nearest empty system and made herself comfortable.
After checking her mails and replying some of them, she applied for some available jobs, then checked her Facebook page, feeling so sad when she saw Adam’s picture on the friend’s column. She quickly closed the page and decided to chat.
She chose Yahoo Messenger.
None of her friends were online, but she was about entering the chat room when a chat page sprang up. Somebody was trying to chat with her. She thought it was one of her friends, but the name was strange. It read:
Without giving this a second thought, she quickly replied:
Bren1100: Hello, asl please.
Weird_000: Nice of you to chat with me.
Bren1100: That’s ok, asl please.
Weird_000: I am ageless, not sure of my sex but because of the kind of feeling I normally have, I think I am male. As for location, I am everywhere and nowhere.
Brenda wondered what kind of joke this was.
Bren1100: You haven’t answered my question.
Weird_000: Please believe me, I have.
Bren1100: How do you expect me to believe such an answer, it does not make sense. What is your name?
Weird_000: I am sorry I don’t have a name, but you can call me anything you like, Jack, Gold, Field, Tom, I promise you, I will accept any name you give me.
Bren1100: I guess you don’t want to chat with me, perhaps I should sign out and do some other interesting things with my time.
Weird_000: Oh no, Brenda, please don’t go. I really want to chat with you.
Bren1100: How did you get to know my name? Who are you?
Brenda became curious. There were only two people who knew that she would be browsing that day. She quickly looked around the café and did not recognize anybody. There were now only two adults while the kids where still busy playing games. She was almost certain that either Michael or Jane was at the other end chatting with her. One of them was trying to play some tricks on her, but which one would that be? Perhaps the strange person at the other end figured out her name from her username.
Weird_000: I know things, I just know things. The name reminds me of something.
Weird_000: Something beautiful, like flowers, nice colors or sun fall.
Bren1100: You are strange.
Weird_000: Yes, I am strange; my username says it all.
Bren1100: So what do you want to talk about?”
Weird_000: Let us talk about you.
Bren1100: No, I won’t talk about myself, since you refused to talk about yourself.
Weird_000: But I have told you about myself. Anyway, with time, you will know that I am telling you the truth. So let’s talk about love.
Bren1100: Love? Ok. What is your definition of love?
Weird_000: To me, love is just a deep feeling of emotional likeness that we have for a particular person. It energizes you to make sacrifices that you won’t make ordinarily, giving you moments of bliss, euphoria and gratification.
Bren1100: So is love supposed to come to an end? I mean, shouldn’t it last forever?
Weird_000: Love is something one should enjoy while it lasted. As human beings, we should know nothing lasts forever, especially a good and sweet thing like love.
Bren1100: So what is the point indulging in it, since after all the good times and enjoyment, it ends like that?
Weird_000: Sometimes we can be unfortunate to fall in love with the wrong guy and the love does not last for as long as we might desire; it ends just like that, leaving us in pieces.
Bren1100: And other times?
Weird_000: Sometimes we can be fortunate to fall in love with the right person and the relationship lasts for so long that by the time love fades, as it surely will, you must have gotten so used to each other and surprisingly you can’t do without each other any longer.
Bren1100: how does one know who the right person is? How can one avoid falling in love with the wrong person?
Brenda was now enjoying the chat. This person seemed to know what he was talking about.
Weird_000: You can’t know. One just gets lucky. Do you have a boyfriend, Brenda?
Weird_000: Why? Such a beautiful girl like you?
Bren1100: And who told you that I am beautiful?
She was not sure she was chatting with Michael anymore. Eventually he would disclose his identity, she thought. Nevertheless, what was he up to?
Weird_000: If I tell you, you won’t believe me. So why don’t you forget about that, I won’t like you to doubt me again.
Bren1100: Can you please tell me who you are? I would really like to know.
Weird_000: Your time is remaining exactly one hour and ten minutes. That is not enough time for me to tell you about me. Besides, I just have to logout now.
Now Brenda was really amazed. How could he possibly know how much time she had left? Was she chatting with one of the café operators? Nevertheless, she was sure that none of the operators here knew her name. How could Michael know how much time she had remaining, assuming he was the one?
Bren1100: How did you know how much time I had left?
Weird_000: You have so many questions, but I cannot answer any now. I have to go.
Bren1100: Please just answer a few of my questions.
Weird_000: Sorry, that is not possible. But we can chat tomorrow? Whenever you come online, you will see me. I promise you I will answer your questions then. But please promise me you will come online tomorrow.
Bren1100: I promise.
Weird_000: All right. I believe you. Bye.
As Brenda made the promise, she knew instantly that something beyond curiosity made her do that. There was a sudden irresistible urge within her that really wanted to chat with the weird fellow tomorrow.
She didn’t feel like chatting any longer. She wanted to go home since she suddenly felt hungry. She quickly signed out. She was definitely looking forward to chatting with her new friend the next day.
* * *
Jane came back home that Monday evening looking worn out and tired. Just as workers in every other organization experienced, Mondays were usually very hectic for her.
But she wasn’t tired enough to notice something different about Brenda. Brenda was completely transformed. Her body language said it all.
“How was your day?” she wanted to know.
“I enjoyed it, and you look so tired,” replied Brenda, who had been thinking all day about the anonymous fellow she’d chatted with that day. Something about him made her want to chat with him again. Surprisingly, she hadn’t thought about Adam all day.
“Yes, but that is not important for now, just tell me how you spent your day. You look different,” Jane was saying.
“How? I guess the little walk I had gave me some form of excitement.”
Jane looked closely at her friend, “Are you hiding something from me?”
Brenda smiled. She didn’t know why she’d been acting so different all that evening. She was just in high spirits. “Jane, did you chat with me on the internet today?”
“No,” Jane replied, obviously surprised at the question. What does that have to do with Brenda’s strange behavior? “I barely had time to go for lunch.”
“I chatted with a strange fellow today. He seemed to know little things about me. And I thought that I was actually chatting with you or Michael.”
“Little things like what?”
“Like my name, and telling me that I am beautiful like he was actually seeing me. He was so confident.”
“I don’t see anything strange in that. He could have guessed your name from your username, and could have just made a wild guess that you are beautiful. I don’t know how you got to know he was confident – was your webcam on? I guess he just typed in his feelings.”
“I also thought so, but I still think he was strange.”
“Did he tell you his name?” Jane asked.
“No he didn’t. He said he was nameless, ageless and is everywhere at the same time.”
“It could probably be some jobless young man trying to catch his fun on the internet.”
“Couldn’t it have been Michael?” Brenda asked
“Why should Michael do that?”
“This guy chatted in some professional way about love with me, so I figured that it could be Michael with a different username, you know the way he talks.”
“Perhaps you should ask him, but I don’t think Michael is capable of such childish pranks.”
“One more thing, I got more confused about his identity when he was able to tell exactly how much time I had left, he wasn’t even in my messenger list. Well, we promised to chat with each other tomorrow.”
“Is that why you look so excited?” Jane asked; thinking that her friend’s emotional problem was making her gullible to all kind of tricks. “He could be a computer guru who knows how to get certain information about people from the internet.”
“Well, I will be going back tomorrow. In fact I look forward to chatting with him tomorrow.”
“I am happy for you and I wish you a nice time. So what do we have for dinner, I am famished!” And she stood up to walk into the kitchen before Brenda could reply.
Jane came back into the sitting room some minutes later with a plate of rice and chicken. Suddenly, Brenda’s phone rang.
She picked it up and saw that it was Michael.
“Michael, good evening.”
“Good evening, how are you doing?”
“I am doing fine. It’s really nice hearing from you.” Her voice was gay.
“You sound excited. How was your day? I hope you involved yourself in some wholesome activity like we discussed?” he asked her.
“Yes I did! In fact, I had a very wonderful time. How was work today?”
“I had a very hectic day as usual; you know how Mondays are. I wanted to call you earlier, but I really didn’t have the time.”
“It’s okay. Did you come online today?”
“Nothing serious, I met this guy online today and he sounded so much like you. I really thought you were playing some jokes on me.”
“No, it couldn’t be me. I had a very busy day, besides I don’t know your email address,” he replied.
“Yes, I never even thought of that, but who could that have been?” she wondered aloud.
“Is there anything that I should know of?”
“No… actually there is something, but I will tell you by the time I see you again. When am I going to see you again, Michael?” she was surprised at herself for asking such a question to a guy she didn’t want to encourage.
Jane couldn’t believe her ears in the kitchen.
Michael was shocked. Brenda was really sounding strange; the rate of her recovery from depression was so fast. All the same, he was pleased. “I won’t be free till Saturday. I will definitely see you then.”
She wanted to ask him if Saturday wasn’t too far off but quickly withheld her statement. What was wrong with her? “Alright, I will be looking forward to Saturday.”
“I promise you that before then, you will be hearing from me every day.”
“Alright, have a nice night.”
“You too, bye.” She dropped the phone, and then turned to Jane, “Michael said he wasn’t the one I chatted with.”
“Why are you getting yourself worked up because of a simple chat?” Jane asked.
“I don’t know. I really don’t know. Do you know what the guy’s email address is?”
“Weird_000@yahoo.com. He told me he was a strange fellow. I am beginning to feel that he meant it.”
Jane stared at her friend for some time. Brenda was really making the whole thing sound strange. She didn’t know what to say. She stood up and quickly entered the kitchen to drop her empty plate.
* * *
Nimrod used to count the time he had to serve his term in years, then he started counting it in months, then weeks, and now he does it in days. Soonest he would be counting it in hours. He dreamt of nothing else but the day he would be out of this hell. He could not wait to have his freedom and continue his normal life.
He sometimes wondered at the kind of change that might have taken place in the outside world since he had been away. Well, he was a diehard survivor, he thought. If he had survived prison, where else would he not survive? He couldn’t wait to kill his first victim, though. It had been a long time since he had the pleasure of taking life. He had missed it, for sure! Nimrod saw every other human as an enemy. He believed humans were the cause of his suffering on earth. He also took it every one was capable of hurting him if given the opportunity.
Michael was going to be his first victim. Of course, he would also like to take on Glen, but he wasn’t keen on killing Glen just yet since he could still need him for now, until he could stand again on his feet, that is. But then, Allen would be in a better position to tell him that.
It was a Monday evening and Nimrod was sitting on his bed in his prison room. He was not able to sleep because he was troubled. He had expected Allen to pay him a visit the Sunday before, but the dude never showed up. He had less than two weeks to be out of prison and he needed Allen to give him recent updates about Michael and the situation with the gang.
Nimrod needed Allen now more than ever. He hoped that nothing bad had happened to him. Allen being with him when he returned to the gang would ensure the smooth execution of that procedure, since none of the gang members would dare question his authority when they realize that even the second-in-command was with him.
Nimrod was brought back to the present by his cellmate’s snoring. He looked sharply at the young man who quickly woke up as if he had heard the noisy snoring, himself. The sound of people snoring disgusted Nimrod. This had made him hate his cellmate, who knew that he was in serious trouble anytime he disturbed Nimrod with the slightest sound of snoring. Nimrod saw the sound of the young man’s snore as an opportunity to bully him, but nothing would have given him better pleasure than to get the chance to strangle him to death. Bullying his cellmate had brought upon Nimrod punishments, but the pleasure of hitting him was worth these punishments.
This time the young man quickly stood up and said “I am sorry!” to Nimrod.
“You Disgust me,” Nimrod said with enough venom and quickly went back to thinking about Allen.
If Allen did not come that week, then he would be sure that something was really wrong and must begin making plans without the guy.
He made up his mind that with or without Allen, Michael must feel his wrought, no matter how difficult the search would eventually turn out to be.
“Nimrod James!!” The prison warder called out. He was so loud that all the inmates heard him.
“Yeah?” Nimrod sharply replied. He knew he had a visitor. He was relieved to hear his name; there could be no other reason for his name to be called if not because he had a visitor.
He stood up from his bed, walked to his cell’s iron gates, and tried to put his head through the space between the bars. He wanted to see the caller and be seen as well.
His cellmate was staring at him. He loathed Nimrod. Nimrod had made his life in the prison a living hell. He wondered why somebody in his right senses would visit the devil. He knew Nimrod’s term in the prison was so short and he prayed that the day should come quickly so that Nimrod could leave him in peace.
The prison warder who called Nimrod walked up to his cell and opened the cell door. “You better hurry up. You have only a short time to chat with your friend,” he rudely told the gangster.
Nimrod wasn’t interested in what he was saying. As long as he was concerned, what the man deserved was for someone to push a sharp, small knife into his belly and cut out his belly button so that he could bleed to death!
He was escorted by two warders through the narrow passage that went through the line of cells. They went straight to the visitors’ room.
Allen was waiting.
“You have ten minutes,” one of the officials said and locked the door behind him.
“To hell with your ten minutes,” Nimrod whispered under his breath. Ten minutes was all they could give a prisoner to talk to his visitor. What the hell did they think prisoners were? “Where the hell have you been all this while?” he now directed at Allen.
“Relax, pal, it’s been a long and stressful week. I have a short time with you, so allow me to fill you in as quickly as possible,” Allen said.
He gave Nimrod all the necessary details about the events that had taken place since the last time he visited.
“I knew it! That stupid Glen cannot handle his mum if she was crazy. But this is a nice development; at least the gang will see his incompetence and will be quick to embrace me once I am out of here.”
“A whole lot of them are waiting to welcome you. Even the new ones are eager to see that long awaited and notorious Nimrod. I am just unhappy about the death of Bulus. We sure will miss such a strong character like him,” Allen said.
“Let Glen continue thinking that everything is alright. I hope he still does not know my intention for visiting him that dreadful night?”
“Yes, he does not have the slightest idea. He still thinks you came to talk to him about his decision to leave the gang.”
“I can’t wait to get out of this hole. I will give him the biggest surprise of his life,” bitterly said Nimrod.
“I heard a rumor that you could be released earlier than expected. Say, two weeks from now…is that true?”
“Heard something like that too, but I am not so sure of the time. It could be this week. God, I wish it was today.”
“Take it easy, pal. It is already over. I will keep my ears to the ground so that I will be around to pick you up when you come out, but if anything unforeseen comes up before that day . . . .” He was motioning to Nimrod to come closer so that he could whisper his plan instead. The cameras would only capture their close discussion, and the hidden mikes won’t detect a thing. After awhile, both men separated and Nimrod remained impassive. “I got you a nice accommodation outside town. You will love it,” continued Allen. “I’ll take you there when you’re freed.”
“That’s nice to hear. Still keeping an eye on Michael?” Nimrod asked
“Yes. He’s got himself a girlfriend now. His days are pretty busy these days!”
“I hope she will be with him whenever I confront him. Just don’t let him out of your sight. I was thinking it’s time the gang got itself a name; it will also need some restructuring.”
“It is more difficult to keep an eye on a chicken than to keep an eye on Michael, mon ami! Tell me about what you’ve got in mind for the gang.”
“Time up!” The prison warder shouted as he opened the door behind them. Nimrod and Allen both looked hatefully at him.
“Stick around, pal. I don’t want to be helpless once I am out of here. Be there to pick me up and take me home.”
“I will be there, you have my word!” Allen cheerfully replied. He watched as the warder roughly shoved Nimrod out of the visitor’s room. Then he quietly left the prison wondering what new ideas Nimrod had. He was really getting bored with Glen’s way of doing things and he believed the strong arm of the law would soon catch up with them if they continued depending on his way in the future.
He didn’t want to get caught; at least not yet. He sure would not like to stop indulging in crime. It was his way of life; his only means of survival and he was yet to achieve his dreams. Only Nimrod could take him there.
As he drove away from the prison premises in his dark blue Peugeot, he was glad that the next time he would be coming there; it would be to take Nimrod away forever.
* * *
Even as the line went dead, Michael still held the phone in his palm. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Was Brenda giving him the light?
He had spent the whole of last night and even half of today thinking about her. He had fantasized different romantic moments with her.
Now things seem to be moving much faster than he had expected. He didn’t know he had created such an impression on her. Was the excitement in her voice because of him? But who was it on the internet that she guessed sounded like him? Or was it just her imagination? Perhaps she had been thinking about him, and that’s why she thought the internet guy sounded like him.
This was getting interesting.
He was almost sure, especially with the evening’s outcome that he would soon win over Brenda’s heart.
He couldn’t wait for Saturday. He had chosen Saturday because he wanted a situation where they would be relaxed and he would be more composed.
Michael wasn’t planning on going out that evening. All he needed to do was to relax his body, soul and mind, for he had had a very stressful day. He lay down on his bed and fantasized about Brenda.
* * *
By 11:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning, Brenda was already out of the house. She’d decided she was going to browse in a different café that day. If the anonymous fellow was one of the 3rd Edition Café attendants, then he would not be able to play his tricks this time around.
Before going to the café, Brenda had first gone to see one of her contacts who had asked her to come over concerning a job vacancy at Lupe Airport. Her contact had asked her to come along with her credentials and an application letter for the position of a public relations officer. The contact sounded very convinced that he will help her secure the job.
From where she met her contact, Brenda took a taxi straight to Omega Browsers. She bought time ticket and quickly logged into one of the empty computers. Immediately she signed into Yahoo Messenger, a chat page from Weird_000 popped up.
Weird_000: Good afternoon Brenda.
She was astonished. Was he already waiting for her? Was this guy following her? She hoped most of her questions would be answered today.
Bren1100: Good afternoon. Were you waiting for me?
Weird_000: Yes, I have been waiting. I really longed to hear your sweet and gentle voice.
Bren1100: You have started with your jokes again. Why do you think my voice is sweet and gentle?
Weird_000: I can hear your voice as you key in those words and it appears on my screen. Like I told you, it is gentle and has a soothing effect on me.
So many people have described her voice this same way in the past. She was puzzled.
Bren1100: You are beginning to sound strange again. I really need answers.
Weird_000: You don’t need to bother yourself about answers, the answers will come by themselves, don’t push it.
Bren1100: Does that imply that you are going to leave me as confused as you left me yesterday?
Weird_000: No, we are going to discuss other things today, and you are not going to be left puzzled, I promise you.
Bren1100: Other things like what?
Weird_000: Like you telling me why you don’t have a boyfriend.
Bren1100: Let’s just say I am hapless in matters concerning relationship.
Weird_000: I believe you have an ideal fantasy of how a perfect relationship should be.
Weird_000: Tell me.
Bren1100: I am not comfortable talking about it, since most of my fantasies seem not to be coming to pass.
Weird_000: Alright, but can you tell me what you think of your fantasies now?
Bren1100: I am so scared of love. Fear surrounds me like a mighty fence. I am even more scared that breaking the fence means getting out of control.
Weird_000: I like you, Brenda, and I want to be your permanent lover. I want to give you something perfect.
Bren1100: You are really funny. I don’t even know your name or how you even look like. How can you be talking about loving me right now?
Weird_000: It is something about you, Brenda. You make me see the world from a different angle. You are so vulnerable and I really want to take care of you and protect you. I promise that I will always be there for you; you don’t need to see me physically.
Bren1100: How can that be possible? How can you be there for me when I can’t even see you? You don’t even know what I look like.
Then she froze. Could it be that…? No, it couldn’t be! It wasn’t possible! Or wasn’t it? She had to admit that it made perfect sense! Not being there but seeing her? All this while and she’d never thought of that being possible!
Weird_000: I do, I even know what you are wearing at the moment.
Bren1100: Tell me.
She typed out the above words with dread, expecting to see the confirmation of all her fears in the very next moment.
Weird_000: I love your red and white check shirt and the way it matches with your black jeans. Why are you wearing white underwear? I think a black one would have been sexier.
Brenda almost stood up from her seat. She quickly looked around her and realized that it was of no use. He even knew the color of her underwear. A chilly sensation ran through her body. Looking back at the screen, she realized that he had already sent another message.
Weird_000: Don’t be scared, Brenda; I am not here to hurt you. I have come to rescue you. I am here for you, and with time, you will find out that you can’t do without me.
Of course she was already finding that out every blessed night!
Bren1100: Leave me alone, please. You are scaring the hell out of me!
Weird_000: Are you sure you want me to leave? I can make your dreams come true, you know. Won’t you like to have the airport job you applied for this morning? Don’t you want your fantasies about love to happen like the ones you have been experiencing these past few nights? I make possibilities happen, Brenda. My love for you will last forever.
Bren1100: What do you want from me? Who the hell are you? How did you know so much about me?
Weird_000: I want your love, Brenda. I want to possess you physically as I’ve been doing mentally every other night since your breakup with Adam. Just give me the chance to be with you always and I will change your world.
Brenda wanted to leave the computer and run away, but couldn’t. A force was making her want to stay; something beyond her control. The chat was nothing but a sinister one now she knew who was talking to her. Nevertheless, despite the fear that had taken over her, she continued to chat.
Bren1100: Can I please see you? Can we meet?
Weird_000: You can’t see me, but you know I can make you feel me. Now is not the right time to meet, though. I do things at the right time only. You will see me at the right time.
Bren1100: I am scared.
Weird_000: There is no need for that! I promise you that I will never hurt you. I will protect you; all I need from you is to have faith in me! Can you do that?
His words were sounding more aggressive, thought Brenda, but somehow, she believed him. She felt she was going crazy, though. How could she believe this unknown, creepy stranger? But was he really an unknown force in her life right now? After those past exciting nights in his presence?
Bren1100: Okay, I will trust you.
Weird_1100: Enough chat for today. Can we meet here at the same time tomorrow?
Bren1100: Are you leaving me?
She couldn’t believe herself! Whatever made her type that?
Weird_000: Right now, you need some time alone. Tomorrow is another day. Won’t you be here tomorrow?
Bren1100: I will.
She logged out and sat on her seat starring at the computer. She kept telling herself that she had not gone crazy. She was worried for herself and the way she was responding to the situation. Normally, she was supposed to be really scared and not want to continue with the chat, but here she was, accepting that she would be there the next day to chat with him. Worst of all, she wasn’t sure she was in total control of herself.
She resolved within herself that she was going to tell Jane everything, and watch her reaction. If she couldn’t control herself over this, then she would have to allow her friend’s decision to prevail, the exciting nightly adventures notwithstanding.
She stood up and left the café.
* * *
Jane came back from work and met Brenda looking both worried and unhappy. She suddenly felt concern for her friend. Something was happening to Brenda and she was perturbed. “Welcome Jane, I hope you had a nice day?” She was playing with the remote control as she spoke.
“Very nice and you?”
“Jane,” she sat up and looked straight into Jane’s eyes. “I had a chat with the same anonymous guy I told you about.”
Jane was beginning to dislike everything about this strange guy and the fact that he always found out Brenda online. “What happened? Has he disclosed his identity?”
“No, I don’t think he is ordinary. I think I have been chatting with some kind of poltergeist. He seems to know things about me. Things he shouldn’t know ordinarily.” Despite her initial decision to tell Jane everything, she realized she was unconsciously covering the part where she’d had bouts of sex with this same poltergeist every other night in the process.
“Like what?” Jane was asking her, feeling really bad about the whole thing.
“He knew the moment I logged in, like he was there all the while. He described my voice like he could hear it while we chatted. The craziest part was how he was able to tell the cloth I was wearing, even down to my underwear. He knew I went to submit an application for a job at the airport.” Of course, she should tell her friend about her nightly escapades with this entity, but funny enough, she was finding this very difficult to do. As if something was preventing her from doing so!
“How could that be possible, Brenda?” Jane asked, not sure if she should believe her friend. Maybe the breakup with Adam had eaten into her brain and she had not realized it all these while. “Can’t you see that what you are saying is impossible? What is wrong with you, Brenda?”
“Believe me, Jane; I am not making it up. If not for your job, I would have asked you to come along with me to a café tomorrow and see for yourself!” This was a gamble, but then she knew that Jane could never leave her job in order to do that the next day.
“Don’t tell me that you are going to chat with him again tomorrow. This chat thing is taking a turn I don’t like,” she now complained.
“I have to; I promised him that I will chat with him tomorrow, and I can’t fail him.”
“Please Brenda, forget it. You don’t have to go there. Go to the library instead.”
“I have to. A big part of me wants to be there to chat with him tomorrow.”
“There is no him, Brenda! He does not exist! Your mind is making it all up, can’t you see?”
Gosh, thought Brenda. If only her friend knew that he did exist, and was her sex slave every other night!
“Like I am insane?” she rather asked her, curiously. Jane was surprised to see the genuine look of inquisitiveness on her face.
“No, you are not insane. It is just that…this whole breakup thing…could be affecting you. Try to understand, Brenda, it does not mean that you are abnormal. The desire to fill in the vacuum Adam had created in your life has made you form an imaginary friend.”
“I am over Adam!” she snapped, surprising even herself. “I can’t even remember the last time I thought of him. In fact, I have not even remembered him since yesterday! I don’t even feel any emptiness any longer!”
“All the same, don’t go to the cyber café to chat with him again. Just forget about it,” Jane maintained.
“I am sorry, Jane; I can’t, even if I wanted to.” This was the plain truth, but she feared her friend would not understand. The firmness in her voice had made Jane give up, despite her being even more worried. What was Brenda up to? Was she telling the truth? She couldn’t understand the reason why Brenda insisted on going to chat with this fellow.
She was confused and did not know what to do. Perhaps she should call Michael and tell him everything.
“Don’t worry, Jane, he promised that he will protect me, I know he won’t hurt me, I am safe with him,” began Brenda.
Jane wanted to scream. This was actually going out of hand. “You know what? I can’t talk about this anymore! You are driving me crazy! Just drop the discussion, it is making me uncomfortable!”
She stood up and headed toward the front door.
“Where are you going?” Brenda asked. “Are you not just coming back from work? Don’t you want to rest?”
“I will be right back. I want to make an important call via pay phone.”
“Can I come with you?”
“No, don’t worry; I will be right back, besides, I am expecting Brad to come around any moment from now. He has been feeling bad about not coming to see you all this while. I wouldn’t want him to come here and meet your absence.” Jane wanted to call Michael and obviously did not want Brenda to be there when she was doing just that.
“You sound like you will be staying for long,” Brenda inferred.
“No, I won’t be long.”
She hurriedly left the house and went straight to the pay phone nearest their apartment. She dialed Michael’s number and waited for it as it rang.
“Hello Michael, it is Jane on the line.”
“Oh Jane, good evening, is Brenda alright?”
“I am not sure, Michael. Something is definitely wrong with her.”
“Fill me in,” Michael said, obviously alarmed.
Jane quickly narrated the evening’s discussion with Brenda to him.
Michael relaxed a little after she was through. So this was all about the strange guy Brenda had thought was him?
“Right now you can’t stop her from going over to chat with her new friend. If I were Brenda, curiosity will make me want to chat with this guy again. The whole thing sounds a little strange though and honestly I am confused myself, but I believe there must be an explanation to it all.”
“I don’t see any, Michael. And what makes the whole issue so worrisome is that she is beginning to like him and seems to be developing confidence in him. She said he promised to protect her and give her the good things life can offer. She is beginning to act like she’s possessed with the desire to chat with him every other day, like there was an irresistible compulsion to do so. She claims to be helpless of the situation.”
Michael was now really alarmed. He instantly felt jealous. Was somebody else taking over her emotions? This wasn’t the kind of news he needed now. He felt really bad.
“Michael, are you there?” Jane asked.
“Yes. I just don’t know what to make of the whole story.”
“I will like you to see her and talk to her, yourself.”
“I will surely do that, but that has to be on Saturday. I won’t be in town tomorrow, and Friday will be pretty tight for me. But I will definitely call her.” He actually wished he could see her at that moment.
“I pray that it won’t be too late. I am very uncomfortable with her continuous interaction with this new friend of hers,” Jane complained.
“Just keep your eyes on her. I believe that with time she will get over this obsession. It may not be as bad as you think.”
“Okay, bye. Please do not forget to call her.”
“I won’t forget. Take care.”
Brad came in almost immediately Jane came back home and found Brenda still all alone at home. They had barely spoken to each other when Brad walked in.
“Hi, girls,” he greeted as he did so.
Jane stood up and gave him a light hug. “I was wondering what was keeping you.”
“The traffic was much.” He looked at Brenda and walked up to her. Brenda was still sitting down, but was smiling at him. “Gentle Brenda, I am very glad you are looking lively. Jane had given me the impression that I will have to climb seven mountains just to make you smile. Oh God, you look twice as pretty as the last time I saw you. Adam sure does not know what he lost.”
“Was that why you kept yourself away from me all these time?” Brenda teasingly asked.
“Nope! In fact, I was afraid I might get so angry that I would have gone and kicked Adam in the balls!”
Brenda laughed. The laugh sounded genuine and both Jane and Brad were really glad to hear it.
“I don’t even think that Adam has balls,” Jane said as she walked towards the fridge. “What do I get for you?”
“Nothing. I was actually thinking that we should all go out. Let’s go take some Grand Square ice creams, and dine together.”
Brenda didn’t want to go out with the two love birds. She was sure that she would feel out of place, and besides, she didn’t want anything that would remind her of Adam. She was doing well at the moment and wouldn’t want to relapse. “I really want to stay indoors, Jane, promise me that you will get me ice cream and snacks.”
Brad looked disappointed. “C’mon, gentle Brenda, I dedicated this day to you. Let’s just hang out.”
“I am sorry, Brad. I promise that I will go out with you guys some other time, but I don’t really want to go out now.”
He gave up. “Alright; I guess I am left with Jane.” And he looked up at his fiancée, “Will you go out with me, then?”
“Yes, I will, just give me a few minutes to get myself ready.”
Ten minutes later, they were biding Brenda good-bye.
* * *
The prison warder walked straight to Nimrod’s cell. He stood there for a while; making Nimrod wonder what he had done wrong again this Tuesday afternoon. The warder opened the barred door and asked the prisoner to come with him.
Nimrod was led to the bathroom where he was asked to take a shower. A new set of prison clothes were handed over to him to wear and then he was led to the comptroller’s office.
The big, fat comptroller looked like a huge baby doll on his massive chair.
“We have bad news for you, my friend,” he suddenly began, and Nimrod tensed up. “The state attorney was here this morning and had some very interesting piece of information to share with me…. You’re not to be released today as was planned.”
“Silence!” growled the heavy guard behind him, driving a baton into his flank.
“UUUGHHH!” he screamed, doubling over.
“It appears the state is bringing a new case against you, my friend,” continued the comptroller. “So you will remain here with us for the mean time! Take him away!”
Nimrod was pushed out of the office and shoved towards the block of cells he’d thought he would soon forget that day. The guards were laughing at him as he was pushed into the passage between the line of cell rooms, but the inmates inside were very quiet when he began the long walk back to his cell.
Outside, Allen was waiting for him in his Peugeot 406. He waited until the sun fell in the east, then he drove off.
* * *
“Brenda looks very fine to me; I think you have been over exaggerating her condition,” Brad said as they sat down to take their ice cream in Grand Square shopping mall.
“No, something is happening to Brenda, believe me!” Jane quickly told him about Brenda’s new imaginary friend. “I am really worried about her,” she concluded.
“I don’t think it is anything you should worry yourself about. It could be somebody playing some silly pranks on her…Michael, I guess.” He took a deep breath and continued, “Look, Jane, I think you are allowing yourself to be worried so much about your friend. Brenda is a big girl and she can take care of herself. Do you know how much I have missed you since her breakup? You seem to give her more of the attention you used to reserve for me. I don’t mean to sound selfish, but…”
“You are not being fair, Brad!” Jane cut in. “Brenda is my best friend. You know how dear she is to me. If she is hurt, I am also hurt. I am sorry if I have given you little attention since her breakup, but I expected you to really understand!”
“I am not saying that you shouldn’t be there for her. I just don’t want you to be hard on yourself at every little thing that happens to her, you must understand that there are situations that you can’t help. And there is nothing you can do about it.”
“I know but…”
“It is okay, honey; I am glad that you are such a wonderful friend to Brenda. I love you and don’t like it when you allow situations that you can’t help to worry you. You might make a mistake that you’ll end up regretting in the future. We are not even sure that bringing in Michael was the best move. Just take it easy.”
“Ok,” she replied, swallowing a chunk of ice cream. It was obvious that Brad would not understand what Brenda was going through and how it was affecting her. She was bent on helping Brenda through her depression no matter what Brad thought. She was only going to be careful not to allow Brenda’s problem to come between their relationship.
* * *
Brenda got a call on Wednesday morning from her contact, asking her to prepare herself for a job aptitude test and interview that was to take place on Thursday. She told herself that she would prepare for the interview later, opting to prepare for an outing destined for the cyber café that very minute, notwithstanding Jane’s earlier warning.
She didn’t blame Jane for reacting the way she had done to her story. She knew it wasn’t possible for anybody to believe her strange story about a weird guy on the internet, let alone in her bed every night! Thank God her instincts had warned her about divulging that particular part of the bizarre tale to her friend.
She had wondered what Michael would think about the whole story. Of course, he would also probably come to the same conclusion with Jane; that she had finally gone crazy due to her having lost Adam! Phew! People being ignorant, that was what it all boiled down to!
This morning, she had woken up not wanting to discuss the issue with Jane. And surprisingly, the latter had not talked about it, though it was obvious that she wasn’t happy with her. Brenda really didn’t mind. She was confident that it was important that she chatted with Mr. Weird because she now knew that Mr. Weird was real and not her imagination.
She was sorry for making Jane feel bad, but this was something she had to do.
After Jane left for work, she quickly dressed up and headed for 3rd Edition Cyber Café, having decided to prepare for the test and interview later that afternoon.
As Brenda walked into the café, she could immediately sense the presence of Mr. Weird. This time around, she wasn’t sure it was her imagination. As she signed into Yahoo Messenger, he was already there as usual.
Weird_000: Good morning, Brenda.
Bren1100: Good morning. You are already here.
Weird_00: I am always here and will always be here for you.
Bren110: That is nice to hear. I actually looked forward to chatting with you today.
Weird_000: Beautiful. It’s nice knowing that such a beautiful girl like you looked forward to chatting with me. How was your night? Enjoyed our episode together?
Bren1100: It was good. I told my roommate a lot about you.
Weird_000: You did that?
Bren1100: Yes, but she didn’t believe me. She thought I was making it all up.
Weird_000: Why would she think so?
Bren1100: She thinks that the recent breakup I had with my ex-boyfriend is making me imagine things. She thinks I’m going crazy.
Weird_000: You didn’t tell me that you just had a breakup.
Bren1100: You didn’t ask. Besides I didn’t want to bother you with my boring story. It’s really a long story.
Weird_000: Brenda, can you please tell me about it?
This despite the fact that they both knew he knew about the breakup.
Bren1100: I am not sure I want to.
Weird_000: You have to, Brenda. I am the only one who can protect you and set your mind at ease. Please talk to me. Tell me everything.
Brenda told him all about Adam and how the relationship had abruptly come to an end some weeks ago.
Weird_000: I am very sorry, Brenda. Was this why you said you where hapless in matters concerning relationships? Or is there any other reason?
Bren1100: Yes, there is. I was jilted by two other people I’d dated before Adam. They left me for no reason.
Weird_000: Tell me about them all.
Funny enough, she knew he knew about these other relationships as well. But then again, she told him about Benjamin and Derek.
Weird_000: I just want to let you know that none of these sad events in your past relationships was your fault. Most men are generally untrustworthy.
Bren1100: But why do I keep meeting such men?
Weird_000: Don’t allow yourself to get worried over people that are not worth it. I want to promise you something, Brenda.
Weird_000: All these men must surely pay for what they have done to you and I promise you that I will never allow anybody to hurt you again.
Bren1100: Thank you. But how can you keep all these promises when I can’t even see you?
Weird_000: With me all things are possible. Thought you must have known this by now.
Bren1100: But I want to see you. You promised me, remember?
Weird _000: Yes.
Bren1100: When, where and how?
Weird_000: Seven days from now, you will see me. It will be the most gratifying moment of your life.
Bren1100: Will we be able to interact?
Weird_000: Yes, we will.
Bren1100: Do you realize that I don’t even know your name?
Weird_000: I told you before that I don’t have a name. You can call me anything you like.
Bren1100: No, I want you to suggest a name for yourself right now.
Weird_000: Okay, why don’t you call me Cain?
Bren1100: Cain? Why Cain? He was the first murderer in the Bible, you know?
Weird_000: I don’t care what the Bible said about Cain. I just fancy the name.
Bren1100: All right, Cain, I will be looking forward to the day you will make me see you.
Weird_000: I think I should leave you now, Brenda. I have taken much of your time today. You should go and prepare yourself for the aptitude test and interview that will be coming up tomorrow.
Brenda was again astonished.
Bren1100: There you go again, telling me things about me that ordinary people don’t know about.
Weird_000: I am no ordinary person, Brenda.
Bren1100: If I must believe you, then how come you didn’t know about my past broken relationships? Why did you make me tell you?
Weird_000: I knew about it all Brenda. I just wanted to listen to you talk about them. I wanted to feel your pain and anger.
Bren1100: What difference does it make?
Weird_000: It does, Brenda. Makes a whole lot of difference.
Weird_000: I love you, Brenda, and really want to be part of your life. Every move I make must really depend on how you feel. And even though I know how you feel about certain things, I must feel it, and it’s just like asking for permission to make you happier. This makes me will myself to act much stronger.
Bren1100: I don’t understand, Cain. What move? Act in what?
Weird_000: It’s time for me to go, Brenda. Tomorrow and next will be a very busy day for you. I want to congratulate you on your new job, Brenda.
Bren1100: What job? I don’t have any job yet.
Weird_000: Good-bye, Brenda. I really enjoyed chatting with you. You will soon see me, Brenda, but tonight, you can only feel my presence within you again.
At this point Brenda knew there was nothing she could do to make him answer any of her questions. She stared at the computer for some time after he’d logged off. What was wrong with her? How could she sit down there chatting comfortably with this stranger?
Was Jane right after all, about her being insane? But she was feeling okay, so what the hell was wrong with her?
Stop it, she told herself. There is nothing wrong with you and there is nothing wrong with chatting with this strange guy. Eventually he would reveal himself and everything would become so clear. For now, she would have to continue enjoying the deep, unexplainable pleasure she got from chatting with him and having sexual encounters with his apparition every other night. At least, the sex was a virtual one and there could never be any anxiety about getting pregnant.
* * *
Jane came back home later in the evening and met Brenda preparing seriously for Thursday’s aptitude test. She was equally aware that Brenda must have chatted with her anonymous friend and somehow, she wanted to know the outcome.
Brenda wasn’t going to help her in any way towards this objective, though. She only welcomed her and continued with her studies.
“How was your chat with your new friend?”
The other girl slowly looked up. “I thought you disapproved of the idea; why the sudden interest?”
Of course Jane wasn’t happy with this reply and Brenda’s strange behavior, but somehow she felt guilty because it could be possible that Brenda was telling the truth and was unhappy with her for not believing her and thinking she was insane.
She went into her room without another word and put on her nightgown. She came back into the living room and watched her friend for some seconds. Brenda did not even bother to look up; she just continued with her reading.
“I am sorry Brenda; I didn’t mean to sound that way. It’s just that the story was so strange and unbelievable; it made me start developing ideas. I am sorry.”
Still, she remained silent.
“Did you chat with him?”
“Yes I did.”
“I want to hear about it, please.”
“As usual, he was already there waiting for me to come online. He told me a lot of things about me; he knew about the interview and congratulated me as if I have already secured the job. I don’t know how he gets his information. He made me talk about my previous relationships when I told him that you doubted me.”
“So he now knows about me?” Jane was alarmed.
“Yes. He promised me that he will never let anything harm me. I really want you to believe me, Jane. In fact, I have a feeling that I am not chatting with a human being. Nevertheless, even though I am scared sort of, I can’t help wanting to chat with him. You can say that I am possessed; I think that is a better word than ‘insane’ this time around, but I know I am not possessed, either!”
“What more did he tell you?” Jane asked when she found her voice.
“Well, he said I should call him Cain. He promised to reveal himself to me, but I will only be able to feel him, I won’t be able to see him until….”
“He said seven days from now.”
“Brenda, you are really scaring the hell out of me.”
“He said he loved me.”
“Love?” Jane couldn’t believe her ears. “Please, Brenda; tell me how you are feeling about this.”
“I think I believe him. I know it sounds crazy but I have a strong feeling that his love for me is real and he won’t do anything that will hurt me, nor will he allow anything or anybody to harm me.”
“Brenda, honestly, I don’t like the way you are handling this. I bet the next thing you will tell me is that you are falling in love with him.”
“That, I cannot tell for now, but I can tell you that I enjoy chatting with him and look forward to seeing him. But for love, I don’t know.”
“When are you chatting with him again?” Jane asked.
“I don’t know. I will be very busy tomorrow and next. Saturday will be spent with Michael. I can’t wait to tell him the whole story.”
“You don’t know how grateful I am that you won’t be chatting with him in a couple of days.” She stood up. “I better leave you to prepare for tomorrow.”
* * *
The man was dead even before his body hit the ground.
Nimrod was already bending down to fish out the keys from his pocket.
“You – You killed him!” stammered his stupefied cellmate.
“Yeah, and you’ll be next if you don’t shut up!” Nimrod berated him. “Serves him right! He should’ve freed me first like he agreed to in the old deal before trying to cut a new one while I’m still behind bars!”
Monitoring the fat guard who had cut a deal with Allen concerning Nimrod’s freedom had been easy. Once the fellow had identified himself the day before, demanding a new deal because he was in need of a larger sum of money, Nimrod had decided to put his own plan into action. Once he had agreed to the fool’s request so that his cell could be unlocked, a sharp blow to the man’s head had ended his life. Killing the idiot was going to be the easiest part.
“Here, help me remove his clothes!” he snapped at the scared man standing at the corner of the cell once he had pulled in the dead man. Fat Slob had always felt he owned the place. Well, maybe now he could struggle with the devil for a piece of choice property in hell. “Be quick about it! Hayden will soon be back!” Hayden was the second guard on night duty with the now dead man lying half-nude on their cell floor.
Quickly, Nimrod removed his prison clothes and put on the dead guard’s uniform. They looked a bit oversized for him, but would do just fine. Bah! The fools had even given him a bath and new clothes before revealing the sad news to him! He spat out bitterly at the corpse lying on the floor. That had been a very stupid joke, and must have originated from the comptroller’s office. For a moment, Nimrod thought of taking out the old man before making good his escape, but decided against it since he didn’t have any time to waste.
“Coming or not?” he snarled at his cellmate, who was still staring at the dead body at his feet.
“C-Coming where?” He was incoherent and Nimrod realized he was a liability if left alive. With one quick swing of Fat Slob’s baton, he broke the coward’s neck and ended his life. Both bodies now lifeless on the cell floor, he stepped out and locked the metal door, thanking his stars that the lights were already out that night.
None of the other prisoners moved to raise alarm despite their having heard the full details of the killings in the dark cellblock. They were too scared of the murderer now about to escape even though he was yet to flee the premises.
“Gyton, what’s up?” Hayden asked Nimrod when he came back from the lavatory with a flashlight, thinking he was Fat Slob, but the killer said nothing.
“C’mon, man…,” the warder urged him, laughing. “Are you deaf or what, Fatsy?”
That was the last question he asked anyone in his life.
The blow was a direct one to his head, which immediately cracked open his skull and ruptured some blood vessels within his brain. He fell dead at Nimrod’s feet and the convict felt so gratified by this third kill that his private organ hardened. Fat Slob must be grateful for this favor in hell, he thought, since no one would call him Fatsy again if Hayden had remained alive.
He ran to the main door and slowly unlocked it. The stale air inside the prison hall was quickly swept away by the cool breeze that rushed in as soon as he quietly pushed back one of these heavy steel structures. Outside was calm and flooded with searchlights, but there were no other guards in sight.
Nimrod knew that they were out and about, though, so the next stage of his daring plan was to talk or look at no one while behaving as if he was really one of them until he had gotten to their private quarters. He stepped out, lowering his warder’s cap a bit more to shield his face from them and the lights.
Funny enough, nobody disturbed him during this stage of his plan. They were standing all around him as he walked straight to the guards’ quarters, which was sited very close to the main gates of the prison, but save for some who thought he was Hayden and threw some ribald remarks at him in the form of a greeting; he successfully got to his destination without being stopped.
And making as if to enter the small building, he slipped over to the gates and slithered out without being noticed. Hugging the dark areas of the high prison wall, he soon made it to a very safe distance and bolted.
Nimrod ran for some time without looking back before he saw the car in the distance with its fog lights on, and then he recognized Allen sitting inside the Peugeot when the latter flashed the car’s interior light once to notify him of his presence. He walked over to him as he got out of the car. They gave each other a soft hug. Then Nimrod looked back and said, “Pray that nothing ever brings you to this place.” Then he looked at Allen, “Your friend was trying to cut a new deal with me before freeing me, so I killed him.”
“Well, serves him right then,” said Allen. He opened the door to his car as Nimrod walked to the passenger’s side and allowed himself in.
“Wow! It feels good to be free,” the killer said as he relaxed inside the car. He looked at himself in the side mirror and said, “Nimrod, you are free. It is time you take back all that was taken from you. Take control like you always did and live the life that you had missed while in that hole.”
The engine of the car came to life in response to Allen’s manipulations and they drove off.
“Where are we headed?” Nimrod asked.
“To your new home. I told you about it the last time I visited you. It is a perfect place for you, man! You will absolutely love it!”
“The apartment you got for me somewhere outside town?”
“So where do we start from here? I will like you to tell me more about the gang and what I should expect from them,” Nimrod said, businesslike.
“Why don’t you get home first and relax for a while? You are just coming out from the prison and right now you’ve got a lot of time on your side. Why are you in such a hurry?”
“I have got no time, buddy! My whole time got wasted while I was in that hole,” Nimrod snapped. “Right now, the only thing I need to do is to slaughter those two bastards and then make my presence known in the gang.” There was a mean expression on his face and his voice was cold.
Allen suddenly realized that Nimrod was more eager than he thought. So he decided to fill him in on the latest news. “Well, the gang is much larger and most of the new members know little or nothing about you. Glen must definitely be eliminated before you can take total control, if not he can cause an unwelcome stir. Michael is not in town now so he can’t be reached for now. What name do you have for the gang?”
“The Shepherd,” Nimrod said, thinking of Michael.
“Why do you think we should have such an unusual name?” Allen asked.
“There is nothing unusual about it. We are the Shepherds and that is that!” he snapped.
“So how do we go about blending you with the gang?” Allen asked.
“The gang is mine. I will blend those who want in and not the other way round.”
“Remember, you have been away for four years. You shouldn’t expect everything to be the same. Four years is a long period of time,” Allen said in a cool voice. He knew that that was the best way anyone could talk to Nimrod without provoking him.
“You don’t have to remind me all that. Shit! Four years of my life taken away from me just like that! Just because of some stupid busybody! Even the horrible times I had with my dad can’t be compared with my experience in that hell. You know what? One of these days we will have to raid that prison! I have scores to settle with some of those prison guards!”
“But first of all, we have to ensure a smooth re-entry into the gang for you. How well they accept you will go a long way in determining your success with them.”
Allen was making a lot of sense, Nimrod thought, then he said, “I will have to kill Glen first, that will take out any unforeseen opposition. Then I will go after Michael. Once this is done, I will be able to concentrate more on the gang. As long as these two people are still alive, I will continue to feel I am still in that hell!”
Allen knew that another reason why Nimrod really wanted to kill Glen and Michael was because of his passion for killing, which he had missed indulging in for the past four years. Well, if that was what he wanted, then that was what he would get. Little did he know that three men already lay dead in his masters’ wake that night! “So when do you plan to take on Glen?” he asked the psycho.
“Tonight, if possible. And if you have his home address, I don’t see any reason why it shouldn’t be possible,” Nimrod firmly said.
“Good. Then we will pay him a surprise visit tonight.” Allen smiled. “I can’t wait to see how surprised he will look when he sees you. He must have been thinking that you were going to stay in jail forever.” He was driving out of Lupe in full speed.
“Does he stay alone?” Nimrod asked.
“No serious relationship yet? Even after four years?”
“I think there is someone he is taking serious right now, but she is not in town and won’t be back till the week runs out.”
“Then we must pay him a visit tonight. What a lucky bastard she is.” There was a sinister smile on his lips. He relaxed and visualized himself tearing Glen apart.