WICKED GAME

Chapter 3

Hi guys, just to tell you that you should listen to the song above while reading this chapter because it's going to get you SOOOOO much into the atmosphere of this chapter anyways I'll leave you to it and see you at the end of the chapter.

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Lonely Parkers

The apartment building in which Bastian lived seriously looked like ruins. Greenish moss is spreading itself on top of the washed out red brick walls, while the rotten plastic shutters seem to want to jump into the void. Even though the neighbourhood is quite repellent, Bastian cannot afford to pay rent in the centre of New York, which of course sucks. Garbage is littering the sidewalk, thanks to the residents who are so lazy that they cannot take the lift to throw their garbage in the skip provided for this sole purpose. Which of course gives me trouble to keep Falcon away from those rubbishes that he finds so disgustingly enticing and will surely get him oh so sick. Once I'm inside the apartment building I go towards the only lift still working but once the doors of the lift open themselves, I am greeted with the foulest odour. The doors close themselves and cannot help but put my hand in front of my nose and mouth, in hopes to escape from the wonderful same of piss. The floor is sticky and Falcon seems to not be able to stay put, I mean I get how much harder it must be for him, especially since dogs have a stronger sense of smell. Once the doors finally open, I literally jump out of the lift and take a deep breath breaking my non-existent apnoea record. One thing for sure, the next time I'll use the stairs! Bastian apartment's number is the 27 but the gigantic 'King Bastian' adorning his door assure me that it is the right apartment. It is when I get close to the door that I realise that it is ajar. I get even closer while Falcon walking in front of me slips in with such easiness that it is quite baffling, I mean it is crazy how such an imposing dog can be that discreet. Right behind my dog's steps I try to slip in like Falcon did just a minute ago, but while doing so, I brush the door that emits a horrifying screech. Insert mental face palm right here. "For Christ sake Lony, I swear you're just like an elephant in a china shop!" I desperately whisper to myself.

After getting myself back together, and especially since Falcon is pulling on its leech like crazy, I keep on walking inside the apartment. It is so quiet that I should probably be terrified now, yet the only thing I feel is a rush of adrenalin. I pass my friend's room which is in a monumental mess, completely upside-down. Clothes are littering on the floor underneath a pile of papers. Several tobacco pots are piling up on what should be and I guess used to be a desk. Ripped condom wrappers are littering the floor of the room close to the bed and I'm somewhat reassured to not see any used condoms. At least Bastian thinks about throwing them in the trash bin, or at least, I really hope he does. After concluding that my friend's room is a dump, I return to my investigation. A sound suddenly resonates in the apartment, which makes me freeze. The loudest exclamation I've ever heard follows right after that, the rigidness in my shoulders goes away making me sigh reassuringly. The sound of Bastian's whining guide me to the living room where I lean against the door frame and look at my friend. Seeing that he is lying face first against the floor, I pretty much guess that he fell off the sofa he was sleeping on a few seconds earlier. This guy does not snore when he sleeps which is why I didn't hear him sleeping. However, there is absolutely nothing that can explain why his front door was open like it was when I came in. When he finally stands up, Bastian finally sees me at the show entrance. Surprised he makes the highest pitched scream I've heard him make and jumps. I'm taken by the craziest giggles when I see his face go from the most need of a snooze to clear and visible terror. It doesn't take him long to get back to his senses and while he is standing up, the sound of his voice fills the room with insults more creative than the ones before.

"Fucking hell Lony, I'm going to kill you I swear. You're such a bitch, don't you ever think about knocking. Fuck it, I swear I'm going to kill you and then I'm going to make you eat your viscera!" While Bastian is scolding me, I go back on my steps to close the front door. It is only when I can't hear him scolding me that I take my time to express myself as well. "Hello to you too Bastian! Happy to see like always. I did not know that you too could make oestrogen? Just so you know dumbass, your front door was open when got here. So, either you were too fucked up to close it when you got home, or someone came inside your apartment while you were in la-la-land." I tell him in the most monotone voice I could.