“What are we doing here?”
“Waiting.”
“For what?”
“For Harry, remember?”
“Which Harry, The Harry?”
“Certainly, that’s why I brought these pumpkins.”
He sat down on the wooden crates as punctuation to his
sentence as his companion looked on with distaste.
“Screw Harry, let’s get out of here.”
“Then what?”
“Then… Fuck, we have to wait don’t we?”
“Yeah, we do. You got
a light?”
“I have my Wand, duh.”
He pulled out a faux-wood LeeLux patented lighter; an
unparalleled contraption, no other was quite as reliable or betrayed so
obviously in this bitter landscape the wealth of the user.
“Thanks” he exhaled smoke “What was that noise?”
“I dunno. It sounded
big… I really think we should go now.”
“No Creatures be damned, we’re staying…. We need this.”
“Why? You’ve got
money. What more could you want? Why did you bring me along? I’m missing the game for this.”
“Oh, You and your game.”
“’Me and my game’ what’s that supposed to mean? We’re in this together Davey, don’t forget
that.”
“I know, But you still haven’t told me why this is so
important and what’s in it for me.”
“I’m not sure … I think you should help me first…”
He motioned languidly to the boxes, suggesting that Davey
ought to move the pumpkin boxes but without suggesting where or why – it was
his way.
“No, No way. I am not
touching those pumpkin boxes. Did you
hear what they did to the last guy who touched them? Sorry James, I can’t do it. But there might be another way. You got any buckets?”
“What did they do? It couldn’t possibly be that bad.
“You don’t understand, I’m afraid of retribution.”
“Retribution! All this talking around the subject stops
now. You will tell me what is going on.”
“Ok, so here’s the story.
Last year Lily told me to get the seeds in time for her senior
project. I have to do this, and you’re
my friend. You have to help me.”
“Fuck your friend’s project!
You know what happens after that project’s over, you didn’t finish. You
escaped.” James spat
“You’ll let me out.
I’ll thank you for that by the way.
If we wait any longer for Harry we’re gonna go back and I can’t do
that. Not again.”
“Coward. You’re going
to have to get over your fears some time.”
“No I will not have to face any fucking fears. This is real
life James, I get to run away from turning my clock forward. But if it’s what Lily wants, I have to help.”
“Finally you get it.
I need you to go stall the guard.
Take your gun.” Davey turned to
leave “Wait, be careful. There, take the other pack of cigs.”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah, yeah, hate you too.
Don’t get bit.”
Davey walked away to stand guard. James heard the click of the safety followed
by gun shots. “James… Harry’s here. He shot me.
Bastard.”
“Why in the… why would he do that?”
James ran to catch the falling body; as he reached out his
arms he felt a great, hulking hand grab his collar and pull him back. “Harry?
Harry! What the fuck?”
“He’s dead James. Davey is dead. I had to shoot him. It was necessary. Do you have the boxes?”
“Fuck you.”
“Ha. Funny. You’re
funny. Here’s the deal. You hand over
the boxes, no one else dies. No one gets
shot. No one gets bit.”
“Take them, I don’t care anymore. Just take care of Lily.”
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