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Hey everyone, I’m Eugene
Hi! I’m Sam
<GREETINGS. I’M RON>
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Perhaps we take Ron’s part out of the intro since we haven’t seen him in a while?
Er… yeah. Sure.
You okay there Sam?
I dunno. I feel kind of queasy.
That’s a fancy word.
What? Queasy? Stop being dumb on purpose. If I know it, you do.
You could’ve just said you felt nauseous.
And you could have said feeling sick instead of nauseous.
What’s your point?
There’s always a dumber way of saying something.
Oh, get off your high horse, Sam.
How did we get to this?
Well it started when you claimed you were feeling queasy.
You don’t feel that?
Yeah, I feel kind of strange too. Like I was in some kind of a reverie.
How curious
What is?
Reverie… you used the word reverie. You know, you could have just said trance or weird dream instead.
Oh.
You went straight to reverie and bypassed the smaller words, didn’t you?
Fuck off Sam.
Language!
What were we doing before this?
I dunno. We just returned from your date; I think.
The date was 6 hours ago Sam. It’s midnight now. I’m pretty sure we must have been in a movie, seeing as the TV is on.
Six hours? Feels like an eternity ago.
I know. That’s weird. Speaking of, you still sticking with your disappearing persona theory? About how Cat might be like us?
Yes, you testosterone-y swayed easily by the beauty of a woman- idiot. Think about it. After the other woman disappeared, she looked right at me during your date.
You mean right at me? We share the same body, remember?
I am aware of the stipulations of our condition. On the outward, we are all, regrettably, you. It’s on the inside that we are different. But have you really thought about it? You think you’re the only one like this?
Perhaps I’m cut from a different cloth, and they don’t make that fabric anymore.
Instagram captions? Really?
Shut up. What if there’s another glaring possibility? One that’s so discernible, it begs the question why you have turned completely away from it to grasp at abstract notions?
Pray do tell what that might be good sir?
One – None of what you say is true; Two – She is genuinely into me, which brings me to Three – you’re just bitter and jealous.
Oh, for crying out loud why would I be jealous of you of all things?
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Meanwhile….
Max jolted awake with a snap. She unsteadily got up to her feet, dazed as if from a hangover. Strange. The last few minutes were a void in her memory, a skip point that couldn’t be revisited no matter how many times she rewound the tape. The ticking seconds brought with them the return of her faculties, slowly at first, then they all came pouring back in. She remembered it all. She remembered why she had left Catherine’s apartment. She remembered why she had travelled the not so long distance from there to Eugene’s place , remembered how she’d stepped out of the uber what felt like hours ago, and after carefully checking to see no one was within eyesight, how she’d taken time to check the gun she now had tucked into her waistband. She remembered it all.
Her surroundings made more sense to her now, and she recognized the back yard she stood in from the pictures littered across Catherine’s phone – her phone now. She smiled at the thought. She remembered that success too well, how she’d maneuvered her way into taking control. Sounds of whimpering floated across the small space to her ears. She turned to face the sound and rolled her eyes upwards in their sockets when she found Catherine crumpled over in the corner, sobbing. Pathetic.
Slowly, she grabbed a hold of the lock and pulled down in one swift motion, resulting in it coming completely off. This was too easy, she thought to herself, smiling as she inserted her hairpin into the door lock, taking care to replicate the instructions Eugene had so casually provided to Catherine via text. “Anyone who’d want to kill me should just walk up to my back yard and pull the lock off the gate.”, he’d revealed. “The door after that is rarely locked, and even when it is, inserting any pin and fiddling around inside the lock should cause it to come right open.”, he’d continued. Max remembered Cat joking that she might use that information to pay him a late-night visit to her disgust. The soft click announced her success, and Max, far from disgusted now, quickly put away her tools and opened the door to step inside. Once inside, she drew the pistol from her waistband and aimed down the sights. The single caliber semi-automatic Sig Sauer p320 lead the way with its wielder closely in tow, listening sharply for any surprises. She moved towards the sound of voices coming from what she assumed must be the living room. She positioned herself behind the door to the living room and readied herself. Two short breaths, then a pause before a third. A personal invention. She looked at her watch briefly before snapping back to attention. They should have been asleep by her calculations. No worry, this only made things interesting. Deciding she had waited enough, she swung the door open and stepped in, quickly bringing the gun to point at Eugene. She watched as her unwitting hosts jumped backwards, stunned by her entrance. The sight of the gun only added to their apprehension.
“What the fuc-!”
“Shh… calm down dear. You don’t wanna alert the neighbours”, Max calmly replied, before gesturing with the gun at Eugene “Your hands, put them up.”
“Cat what the hell is going on?”, he asked, bewildered at the scene playing out in front of his eyes.
Max cocked the gun before speaking. “I won’t ask a second time Sir.”
This time he didn’t respond and he slowly raised his hands. Max smiled softly to herself. Anyone would do anything if you were polite enough to ask with a gun pointed at their face. Without missing a beat, she took out another gun and smiling still, aimed it slightly to her right.
“You too Samantha.”
Eugene’s eyes widened at the words and hands up still, turned to look at his companion beside him, unsure the words he’d just heard. Samantha begrudgingly complied, but only after shooting a hateful glance at him. When her arms were extended to their fullest extent, she sighed out loud.
“I knew it.”
“Of course,” Max replied as she pulled a chair towards her with her leg to sit on. “You were always the smartest one.
“Now, lets have a chat, shall we?”
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