03/17/04
The janitor came rolling out of the bathroom, blood streaming from his face. Spider walked over and towered over him. He reached down to the barely conscious man who was mumbling in another language. Spider grabbed his shirt and dried off his wet hands on it.
"There better be paper towels in that bathroom the next time I go in there."
Spider hated that fucking wall mounted hair dryer. Filth needed to be wiped off, roughly removed with some coarse paper products. Fucking hot air does nothing except dry wet slime on to my hands. With a solid kick to the solar plexus, Spider walked out in to the main area of the rest stop.
He made his way past the fast food, ice cream, and donut stalls. In front of the coffee shoppe he stopped and turned to look at the girl behind the counter. He looked her over, sickened at the sight of her. A trendoid mulled over the grande and tall choices. Spider could barely tolerate standing here another second but this girl was the one that he spoke to, the one that Fenris had chosen.
With a swift kick to the back of the knees the guy that couldn't pick out a size latté to have now suddenly pitched forward. Spider assisted his decent by slamming his palm into the guy's back. His head slammed against the counter and blood sprayed forth from his nose painting the girl behind the counter. Spider admired his performance art, calling it "Customer Satisfaction", before kicking the guy aside.
Spider held up a photograph of Fenris and asked the java bitch, "Did you talk to this man recently?"
The delicate blood droplets began to run down her face and it was truly beautiful. It almost made Spider weep. It would have if she hadn't stammered and just answered the damn question. Patience is for the weak.
"I'll make this real easy for you. Yes and no would work wonders." Spider reached into his jacket and withdrew a massive firearm and laid it on the counter between them. "This is here to show the seriousness and to force the adrenaline to clear your mind of the violent display you've just witnessed."
"Now, I could start a new piece entitled 'Mute Java Whore Dies With A Hole in Her Head' but I don't want to have to do that here."
Spider saw that the gun had proven more of a distraction. Intimidation overkill again. It wasn't his fault that his skills in interrogation were so powerful that the ordinary meatbag would freeze instantly. He could hear the gears in her mind grinding to a halt. This would require more finesse.
Spider let his mind blur and dissolve from the scene, slipping free from the moaning mongoloid on the floor, the brave and soon-to-be-dead cocksucker on his cellphone calling the authorities, and the gasping crowd that remained behind to witness the savage moment of security destruction. Spider's mind filled with white mental noise and he reached through to the stunned and stalled brain across from him.
The girl awoke and looked around. She was sitting on the edge of the river where her family had fished just down the hill from the cabin they rented every summer. "A dream, a horrible dream…" she said chock full of relief. She immediately felt her racing heart slow to a daydream pace. Tranquility is the only word that can do justice for this feeling she now found herself fully immersed in. A feeling that no matter what would happen she would be just fine due to the calming serenity of this one beautiful moment.
The river swirled and bubbled up in front of her as Spider rose from its depths. He approached her slowly and kneeled beside her. Her placed his hand gently on her forehead and asked, "Did you talk to Fenris?"
"That's not what he said his name was, but yeah, I did." The girl answered Spider's question with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
"What did you talk about?" Spider's voice was soothing and reminded her of her father's voice when he used to read her that book she loved so dearly.
"Nothing much, just about life and our place in it. He mostly just listened. He made me feel really good about myself, you know I've been struggling with a poor self-image forever it seems…"
"Yeah, that's great." Spider's voice was still the dreamy melody as he said, "What he really said was that you were ugly, worthless, and would never amount to anything. You just heard what you wanted to hear."
The girl's face remained caught in a sweet grin as she replied, "I know."
"Good."
Spider snapped back to the previous rest stop reality, his arm whipping around behind him, his gun firmly resting in his hand. He fired, emptying the clip into the crowd that circled a good distance away from him, yet close enough to smell the blood on the scene. They wanted so bad to be a part of this unreality scene that they have now gotten their wish. "Rest Stop Bloodbath" didn't have the punch Spider was hoping for but it would have to do.
Spider's eyes never left the girl's and he could see that Fenris' work had been undone within her. She was now just as she was before: soulless, hopeless, and helpless, devoid of a single shred of self-worth.
On the way out the rest stop Spider reloaded his gun, turned to his awestruck audience and proclaimed, " I HATE REALITY TELEVISION AND HAMBURGERS! I AM A TERRORIST, I AM ANTI-AMERICAN!"
That should keep them all plugged in to the machine for the rest of their miserable lives.
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