Mindless Ramblings - Justin Six (best short novels .TXT) 📗

laughs as though he had said something funny and then excuses herself to go to the bathroom. As she walks across the room Mark heads over to the keg of wine. A scream breaks out from the crowd and a man drops to the floor. Taylor has knocked him to the floor with the full force of her body and is forcing her lips on his own, seducing him at record speed, slowly removing his clothing. Nearly every head is turned towards the scene she is making; almost everyone had noticed that she was with Mark, which was their intent.

           

With no one paying any attention to him Mark gets the vial out and begins to remove the cap.

 

Well this is it, the moment of truth; do you have the guts to do it?

 

No time for hesitation, we are just adding some taste to the wine.

 

Mark pours the poison into the wine and pours himself a glass, ensuring that he looks perfectly normal, just in case anyone were to look his way. He then notices that everyone has resumed dancing and that Taylor has disappeared. This wasn’t the plan. Keeping his cool he decides to call her. No response. Come on things were going so well, even if you might have gone a bit too far with that guy.

 

Mark’s phone begins to ring; he sees that it is an unlisted number, which means it is probably Jim or Taylor calling. Phew.

 

“Hello. If you care at all for the girl I suggest you come up to the roof immediately. And don’t even try and contact anyone from the attic, it will only end badly,” an ominous voice commands through the phone when Mark answers it.

 

“Who is this?!” Mark shouts into the phone.

 

No reply came; the man had already hung up. Damn it. I don’t have much choice now do I…. Wasting no time whatsoever Mark runs from the back of the basement by the keg, through the dancing crowd of people, out the door, and up a ladder to the roof; a ladder that had not been there before. Mark finds himself alone on the bland, barren roof that seems nothing but strange to his eyes, after being in a room that was the exact opposite.

 

“I came here as soon as possible, what do you want from me?” Mark asks the emptiness.

 

“To convince you that you are on the wrong side, as we are currently doing with Taylor,” a voice replies from a man that is not visible.

 

“Show yourself,” Mark demands.

 

“Your phone is on, I am talking through it, I am not on the roof,” the man explains.

 

“But why-

 

“I now have a clear shot, with the pull of a trigger you will be nothing but a corpse. Don’t move, just tell me why you deserve to live, I need to know that you are worth my time. You clearly feel that you are capable of deciding whether or not someone else should die.”

 

“I was doing it for the greater good, I was told that more would die then I had to kill if I didn’t do it. I’ve lost family to your kind, I have no reason to believe what I did was wrong.”

 

“Your conscience would probably disagree with you, I am no alien, and aliens do not exist on this planet. My side consists of people that believe the human race needs to improve; whatever your boss told you was a lie. If you need proof than I understand, you will wake up to plenty of proof.”

 

Mark falls to the floor; Taylor is standing behind him with a frown. She had meant to catch him after drugging him.

 

A bright light shines into Mark’s face. What happened… where am I? The memories of his experience on the roof rush back to the front of his mind, but he still can’t remember who knocked him out.

 

“I’m sorry, but it’s for your own good,” Taylor pleads.

 

Mark is in a modern looking room. The walls are lined with metal drawers, a chair is next to him with Taylor in it, and a metal table rests in the center of the room, with him tied to it. He attempts to speak, then realizes his mouth is duct-taped shut.

 

Taylor notices his mumbling and explains the situation to him. “Please understand that we were on the wrong side, Jim is not who he said he was, and most of what we were told was lies. If you don’t believe me go to him, he’ll try and kill you, it’s almost guaranteed. We can be together finally if you kill him because then we will both be allowed to join this side.”

 

Mark mumbles some and Taylor just knocks him out again. He wakes up to find himself on the street with a gun in his pocket and his earpiece in his ear.

 

“Hey are you at base? I did the job and am heading there now,” Mark says to Jim.

 

“Yeah I am here, what took you so long? Actually, just explain when you get here,” Jim answers.

 

Getting to him takes very little time for Mark, as a result of him being dropped off so close to home base. The graffiti covered building now only holds questions for Mark, but this doesn’t stop him from walking in and knocking on the stainless steel door. There is no reply as is normally procedure. Here we go. Mark shoots the lock and kicks in the door.

 

“I just want to talk!” he yells down the stairs.

 

“It’s too late for talking,” Jim replies, peeks up the stairs, and fires off a shot aimed at Mark’s head.

           

In response he moves back in an attempt to get behind cover, the bullet hits his shoulder. Blood flows down and lets Jim know that it’s time to move up and confirm the kill. Mark hears the feet travelling up the stone stairs. Reluctantly, he fires off three shots towards Jim. As Jim stumbles down the stairs, dying, he fires off one final shot at Mark as he makes his way towards him. The bullet hits his leg. Why did this have to happen?

           

In Jim’s face Mark sees nothing but acceptance, it is clear he understood what had happened. There is a smile on the now limp, red body. 

The End: Limitless

 Today was a great day, I currently feel limitless. The sky is far away and yet I don’t see why I couldn’t simply go up to it and say hi to the stars. They key to achieving this feeling is doing what you want. Duh. Heard that one a million times. You can’t do whatever you want, it’s not possible. I’m not implying we should do absolutely anything we want, I’m saying we should do everything we can do that we want. We should do all we can in the short term with the long term in mind.

 

 Today I went to Disneyland, I first decided to go at lunch time and it is two hours away from me. I went with a friend of mine, at Disneyland we went on the rides we wanted, we cut in line (douche, but my friend is impatient and no one said a single thing, they actually laughed.) We sang bad songs and sang randomly, we ran, we danced at this random Beatles cover band we stumbled upon, we talked to the people and hit on the girls we wanted to. We played cards with two random girls while waiting in line, so we played cards standing up and constantly moving with two strangers.

 

We got rejected by all girls and when we tried to dance with a couple girls at the concert they just left, once when we tried to cut in line we actually just jumped into the exit and ended up having to run back. (Ignoring the yelling voices of “Don’t run! Wrong way!”) There weren’t enough real rides and the food was too expensive. The imperfections are my point, the day wasn’t perfect, but it feels like it was, we did our best to do everything we wanted to, we had a blast all throughout and I feel limitless now.

 

Do what you want, social normality’s are unimportant, being normal is boring, and if you are always concerned with being nice, you will forget yourself.

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Publication Date: 01-20-2014

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