Rush

Chapter 3

I went to this new place that Lyman invited us to. It was called The Cave. It was not the kind of place where I normally hang out. Several junkies and whores were lying on the floor, some snorting cheap cocaine while others danced to an old trance track whose name I couldn't remember. Oh yes, Born Slippy by Underworld. How could I forget? I first heard it on MTV; was it on the OST of Trainspotting?

I was still engrossed in these thoughts about the song when I saw Lyman waving at me like a retard.

"HEY KILMAN!"

The bastard called me just before the bassline was about to hit. He ruined it. I was furious. I was waiting for the bassline. It's so epic and he ruined it! I forced the most realistic cheerful expression I could manage, waved at him, and walked over to sit on a chair near him.

"So, where did you disappear last night at Jill's bar? You never returned from the goddamn men's room," he said, taking a sip from a glass of some cheap alcohol this place offered.

"I killed a girl in the men's room last night," I said with a smile.

"What? You fucked a girl in there? You sneaky little weasel!" Lyman then laughed aloud.

I didn't notice Troy at first, who was sitting next to Lyman and busy flirting with the female bartender. She was not my type. She had no sense of style or status, wearing cheap clothes. Why can't she wear Chanel or Prada? Oh yes, she's poor and can't afford it. I am quite certain her vagina smells like rotten eggs. I wince in disgust and almost gag.

He turned towards us and said, "This bitch is playing hard to get. She knows someone who sells drugs for cheap, but she won't give me his contact. Fucking cunt. I tried all my charms on her."

I couldn't take Troy's blabbering anymore and almost fantasized about bashing his head with a baseball bat. I said, "Hey Troy, why don't you show her your smartwatch? That'll make her suck your dick." Lyman laughed at my joke, though I wasn't exactly joking.

"Very funny, Kilman. I don't want to be infected by some dangerous bacteria. I read somewhere that low-class bitches carry germs and shit in their mouths." Troy looked seriously panicked as he said this.

"I have never heard of germs specifically using poor people as hosts or carriers." I gestured to the bartender for a drink. It'll obviously taste like crap, but I'll have to make do with it for now.

Lyman was now flirting with the bartender, playing with her hair. Troy looked surprised, gave a short laugh, and said to me, "Now this dimwit is trying to get the info."

I glanced at the bartender as she grinned while talking to Lyman. Her smile was cringe-worthy and repulsive, almost resembling that of an albino gorilla.

He looked back at us with excitement and showed us a number in his contact list. He had saved it under the name 'coke nigga.'

Troy and I started laughing. Troy said, "What's this, man? Is that his fucking name?"

Lyman was taken aback. "No, it's not. I don't exactly remember the name she told me, but it sounded black. Yeah, it definitely sounded black. Who gives a rat's ass? I got his number, fuckers!" he said with excitement.

I changed my expression and looked seriously at Lyman. "Don't be racist, man. We have to be respectful towards all races. What makes you think he is black? And even if he is, why did you save his number under such an awful name? Black, white, or Asian, we are all humans."

Troy burst out laughing, almost spilling his martini. "Seriously, Kilman, you are such a simpleton."

"What the-!"

I almost had a heart attack when some girl tripped and almost fell on me. I noticed her skin; she was black. She didn't even apologize and ignored me completely, just walking by as if nothing happened. I called out to her in anger, "Fucking nigger cunt!" But she didn't turn back. Perhaps she didn't hear me because of the loud music.

I looked back at Troy and said, "Did you see that girl? She didn't even respond to what I said! Such an entitled bitch!"

Troy looked at me in surprise. "What girl are you talking about?"

What? Didn't he see her? I was about to say something to him, but then Lyman interrupted me.

"Hey guys, I just got a text from Marlene. She said the new Maxim project will be led by Richard Spooner."

Troy banged his hand on the table. "Fuck!"

Richard Spooner, the golden boy of our company, became the management's favorite last month by completing a project within an impossible deadline. Rumor has it he received a huge appraisal for this achievement, almost four times his previous salary. I couldn't help but feel a tremendous amount of rage and jealousy. My grip around the martini glass tightened so much that, for a moment, I thought it was going to break. I felt out of control, as if an entity inside me was trying to come out and harm everyone around me in brutal and unimaginable ways. I wanted to-

"Kilman, let's go. I talked to Biggy Yo. He called us over to his place," Lyman spoke excitedly.

"Who the fuck is Biggy Yo?" I asked.

"He's the Coke Nigga, dude! Let's go! Troy, you too, come on!"

Troy was unsure what to do. He shook his head, then looked up at Lyman. "Will that shithead let us try some free samples before we buy it? I don't trust black shit."

"Troy, you once fucked a black girl and you told me-"

Before Lyman could finish, Troy joined in and they both said in unison:

"Black pussy is number one!"

I laughed and said, "Black vaginas taste great when you cook them with some exotic spices."

"Yes! The food at Black Piranhas tastes great because it's cooked with exotic spices. I should take Kristen there sometime. It's a cool restaurant!" Troy said enthusiastically.

Kristen is Troy's girlfriend. She doesn't know that her best friend, Rossane, who she thinks is out of town, is actually buried under a dilapidated building a few blocks from here. Her body, that is. Her head is buried near Lady Mary's Children's Hospital. I first thought of leaving it in front of the hospital gate, but that would have been too much. I didn't want to scare the children.

Lyman and Troy were both engrossed in some stupid bickering when I saw someone outside-a pale woman. She was standing on the sidewalk near the club, very attractive and staring at me. Her stare pierced my outer facade and looked straight into my soul, or whatever it was that was inside me.

Even after I got inside Lyman's car, her piercing gaze followed me. I glanced at her, and she smiled-a smile that seemed familiar yet strange and terrifying.

She sees the real me.

To be continued...