Chapter 4
There something about Churches at night, they’re no longer the welcoming sanctuary for wounded souls to escape torment, from the likes of murderers, rapists and other malign bastards of the night. It was like at night, all the trappings of holiness were dropped and instead the demons could cavort now in grotesque orgies while the face of Jesus Christ watched over them, ashamed of us. The long wooden pews the unending walks to the altar the windows coloured to be a beautiful, and also mysterious, now emanated only terror. No these vast wooden doors didn’t lock out evil, they let it in, only at night. But a farce was a farce no matter what face it wore.
Perhaps Ruby was part of satanic ritual the likes Stephen King had intense wet dreams about. Yeah as much as that made sense in nonsense land, this was reality, and well I was technically stalking Ruby, but it was for her own good, she wasn’t allowed out of University so what was she doing going to a Church?
Fuck knows but I was freezing and a look at my cell phone told me exactly what I didn’t want to know, it was past midnight and I was following a lunatic, remind me Graham how the hell do I get into these situations?
Finally catching sight of her, I slowly moved towards the nearest headstone, near smashing my head on a low branch, tripping over small graves and making as much noise as possible, Solid Snake I am not.
Growling to myself, I sat ever so quiet, soaking my ass on the dew. You think spying on someone is fun way James Bond does it. It’s not; it’s cold, dull and quite literally terrifying.
But, low and behold she hadn’t heard me; I breathed a sigh of relief and got to my watch.
Crouching carefully, I peeked over tentatively. There she was, and oh god I’d been an idiot she was crying at a grave and didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to work out it was Malcolm’s grave.
Turning I began to run, this time smashing my head on the trunk.
The weeping subsided and a voice yelled out straining, “Who’s there?”
And at this point all I could think of, was Simple Simon was a pieman, but why was he a pieman with name like Simon. As I pondered the great mysteries of this, a thought struck me. Not a thought a hand.
Sitting up groggily surveyed my head with my hand before a face came into focus.
Uh oh.
“Right you will tell me slowly keeping hands where I can see them, why you followed me?”
It was obvious she was terrified, we’ll just forget chance I may have brain damage then I guess.
“Ow my head...” stroking my pain I saw her in the moonlight, her beautiful pine eyes, the little overbite, her mascara dripping like oily tears and striking blond hair flowing from her crown. Maybe it was my lack of cognitive function but at this point she was gorgeous.
“You deserved it. Now get up before I finish off what the tree did.”
Stumbling up, I cradled my dinging head, as my brain reverberated in my skull.
A look of sympathy struck her, before she resumed her stern composure, “I want to believe you killed Malcolm, but considering how much you fucked up your little espionage mission I can’t. And you’ve no idea how much that really makes me mad. I thought I had it all worked out...”
I could only just nod.
“You had motive, you had means, but fuck you’re a moron when it comes to a simple task of being quiet.”
Saying nothing I let her continue.
“He was a genius you bastard, a genius, he was going to be part of Mensa. It was going to be perfect, I’d become the Therapist and he would become anything he desired. Then that bitch...”
“Who...”
Ruby shrugged as if she hadn’t heard him, “It doesn’t matter... not like I can prove it. Everyone thinks I’m freaking mad. Mr Gilmour humiliated me in front of the class. Honestly why couldn’t you have smashed his brains in Graham, least I could get a fucking rest? Why couldn’t you have splattered his brain matter across the walls huh? I’m 22, I don’t need this!” With that last yell she began to whimper, turning into absolute bawling.
“ He had a future, why couldn’t you have made them choose me Graham. Is it because you want to fuck me, you want make me scream you’re name.”
She bent low and shook her ass, “You want that, that’s why you didn’t get them to do it. And right now I wouldn’t care if you did, it’s not rape, I want to be punished. He was my younger brother.”
Trying not to look, I ignored her provocative advances.
“Oh I get it you cunt, you want Almo, sweet little Almo, the girl who turns the heads of girls and boys. You don’t want a normal fuck, you want memorable one. Bastard, cunt, cockhead, I hope you fucking burn in hell!”
By now she was screeching, “That twisted evil bitch. You had to be league together, her the brains, you the muscle, that it. That has to be it. Our maybe it was everyone you all did a Caesar to him, jealous of his success. He mattered you deceptive motherfuckers, he mattered, I didn’t should have killed me.”
Finally she just fell on ground and wept heavily, walking over, I crouched next to her, “I loved him. He meant the world to me. He never knew though. Besides if I killed him who killed Claire?”
She looked up, the mascara washed away with the anger too, “Claire’s dead...”
“Yes.”
It was like she hadn’t even heard my omission, maybe it was for best.
“...Oh... Graham... tell no one what you saw here tonight... I’m getting help I really am... but that bitch... that bitch she knew Malcolm liked her, she would rather die than take him.”
She picked up her things and ran off.
Left alone now to remember regret of what never was.
Arriving back at university the moon shone a welcoming light over the facility illuminating the stairway up to the entrance. As I made my way up to the dormitories I thought of what had just happened and try as I might I couldn’t quite put it into sense. It seemed like an impossible dream.
Falling on the bed, I dialled Mark’s number, let it ring and ring and ring before he answered, “Dude, it’s almost 3 in the morning, why you waking me up?”
“I’d had a day---“
“Yes Graham, so have other people, but right now I’m trying to sleep.”
He was irritated but right now, I didn’t care, “Mark, listen asshole, my day been shit.”
“You owe me.”
“Fine whatever, firstly Ruby goes fucking insane in Psychology, and then I have one of the most fucked up nightmares ever, after that Claire’s killed soon after chatting to me. I was at wrestling when she was killed. Daniel was being an absolute dick as per usual as well as Ruby tried to get me to rape her!”
“Fuck...”
“Exactly, I’m sure I make Guinness World Record’s for worse day ever.”
He sighed over phone, “I can’t argue Graham.”
“My consisted of working in the 7/11, dealing with shady assholes and filling rich pricks cars. So yeh pretty much you win in bad day’s man.”
I smiled a little, answering, “Well least you didn’t have a beautiful thing trying to get you fuck her in the graveyard.”
“Nah, necrophilia where I toe the line dude.” Mark answered laughing a little.
“It’s not necrophilia Mark, it’s just sex in a graveyard or rape as I’d have been fucking a crazy. Makes you wonder if their people who have a fetish like that.... Oh baby act crazy, act fucking crazy, oh I love you act like a lunatic baby!”
Hearing amusement over the cell I grinned.
He continued, “Oh baby I love it when you put me in a straitjacket it’s so kinky! Oh baby who are the other men.”
And we just burst into fits of giggles.
As the hilarity subsided he continued, “You wanna hang out tomorrow, I’ve day off and you’ve one less class for meantime. Been ages since we’ve walked the town.”
I nodded then remembered we were on phone, “Sure Mark, let’s paint the town red.”
“Well dude now you’ve had your midlife crisis and told me all about it, mind if I sleep man?”
“Sure, get some rest, Daniel shacked out beside me in his own bed.”
Glancing over in his direction I heard him mumble, “They jellyfish, the jellyfish!”
Beginning to chuckle, Mark asked, “Did he just say some more stupid shit?”
“Yeah.”
“Share dude, remember we’re going to use this as blackmail material!”
“He said ‘The jellyfish, the jellyfish’ not as powerful as say ‘Beware the luluman’ and ‘Protect me O’ Great Ice cube.”
“Gold dude, pure gold, well time for this dick to go to sleep, night Graham.” As the cell hung up I threw it down on my bedside table, stretching a little before flinging my clothes off.
Hopefully, I wouldn’t have anymore messed up dreams. Yeh pigs would fly, throwing cover over me, I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep.
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