When It Goes Too Far

Chapter 1

Most people on a Saturday night find themselves going to the bars with their friends and getting so drunk, they barely remember their own name next morning. Some even find themselves staying in with their families for a nice evening in, or they work late to get overtime pay at their shitty job in spite of their boss. Me? I work with my face in liquid latex, molding casts, and paint. I should probably explain myself a little further so I don't make it seem like I'm just a psychopath. I'm an independent contractor for a local prop store. You name it and we probably make it; fake arms, masks, colored contacts, everything. I specialize in masks but can make pretty much anything.

I wasn't originally in this business, I was actually an accountant at a local hospital for a few years. Then I met my very good friend, some would say my best friend Bozer. I know weird name, but he's just one of those people that you always call them by their nickname and find it very weird when you don't. Anyways, he does this as a hobby and ever since he's shown me this, I've fallen in love. Which I know, is crazy. I could literally be making thousands of dollars right now and choose to spend my day's elbow deep in molding gel for bloodied arms. Glamorous right?

Speaking of bloodied arms, I'm currently painting a new arm that just finished hardening. I use my own body parts for any of the molds, so the fact that I'm painting blood on a cast of my own arm freaks me the fuck out.

Just as I finished painting the skin onto it, my cell phone goes off on the nearby table. Groaning, I set the paintbrush down and picked up the blaring phone. Seeing that it was Bozer himself, I got rid of my pessimistic attitude and answered the phone.

"For what do I deserve this pleasure."

"Nice to hear from you too Rae. Listen, I need a favor to ask of you." Ok, this isn't like him at all. Bozer always replies with some sarcastic, cheesy line when he calls me. Maybe it's just an off day for him.

"Depends on what this favor might be"

"I need a realistic set of dark brown, almost black colored contacts. They have to be done like ASAP girl."

"You know I don't mind doing favors for you dude, you're probably the only person I'd help out with this sort of thing but if you need these so quickly, why don't you just make them yourself? I've seen your contacts man, they're better than mine and I do this for a living." Setting the phone call on speaker, I picked the paintbrush up and continued painting the arm that I was earlier.

There was a moment of hesitation on the other end, as I heard the quiet chatter of someone else on the other end in the background. Way to be stupidly paranoid Raelynn!

"I need them for an upcoming movie project, but because I'm so behind schedule on it already, I can't make them myself. I figured why not go to the second best for this then?" I found myself chuckling before responding.

"Wow, thanks for the backhanded compliment, really appreciate it. Yeah, I'll do it for you, when are you coming to pick them up?"

"You're the best Raelynn! I'll be there in two hours, tops!" Before I could utter anything else, Bozer hung up the phone, leaving me with my mouth hanging open. In two hours?!? Does he realize that making these and getting everything ready takes time right? Anything to help out a friend though. God damn it, Rae, why do you have to be so nice? And in case you haven't realized this by now, I talk to myself quite frequently. You get used to it after a while.

Sighing, I set my brush down and made my way over to the section of my workspace where I kept the contacts I've made. Bozer owes me, big time.

Luckily, I was able to find a pair of brown contacts that I had made a few days ago. All I had to do was change the color of them but even with finding pre-made ones, I was still cutting it close to time. Matter of fact, I had just finished putting them in the box and closing it up when the bell over the shop door and gone off. I could hear the sound of two sets of footsteps making their way into the building.