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- @ GREEN MAN
-
- # By Mr Dark 1994
-
-
- A brick crashed into my right cheek.
- Didn't have any thoughts, really. Just "Je-je-jesus what's happenin'
- to me" kind of shit - the sort of thought that make no sense because
- whats just happened makes no sense either.
- My eyes blurred. No pain, really. Had a headache anyway, probably
- nulled all the pain. Felt anger though - curious, powerful anger that
- breaks down the barriers of mental stability. I'd had a hard day. A
- long, bitching day... who ever'd thrown the brick wasn't safe anymore.
- They'd demolished the gates of hell.
- I stopped, cocked my head on one side, loosened my tie. Was I really
- laughing or was that the noise of somebody else?
- Kid laugh. Of Course. Not me. I didn't laugh like a clown. Son-bitch
- wandering down the path up there by the school gates, comin' towards
- me... he was the amused one. He'd hit the bull's eye.
- HA! HAHAHA!
- Fuckin' hilarious, right?
- Wrong; not funny-funny. Wanna see funny-funny? I'll show you funny-
- funny. Know who I am? Know who I'm friends with? Should do. Wouldn't
- hit anyone else with a brick wouldja? No.
- Felt the pain now. He'd hit me good. Hit me good and hard, cos I
- could feel a lump you know? Pain, physical damage and lotsa laughter
- shouldn't be mixed but they can mix. Oh yes. Result is a strong
- potion... big chemical reaction.
- Nasty reaction.
- Dropped school bag, turned, blinked eyes, saw target, heard laughter,
- began to seek target. Shoes flat, slippy, uncomfortable but me fast
- runner - able to catch anyone, any size, any speed. No escape. Must
- show little pecker throwin' bricks in people's faces isn't funny-
- funny. Must tell him secrets too.
- Secrets about the Green Man.
- Kid didn't run. I'm not a threat, am I? Kid's got older brothers, kid
- knows people who'll KILL guys like me. Think nothin' of it. If I hurt
- him he'll get people to hurt me. Do I care?
- Deep down - yes. Right now - no.
- Kid needs teaching. School can't teach lessons like mine. Some
- secrets need to be whispered in kids ear. Must make kid understand.
- HAHAHA!
- Kid stopped. Laughter didn't. I didn't. Is there anyone around to see
- this? What about my abandoned school bag? Anyone around to steal it?
- Do I care? Deep down - yes. Right now - no.
- "You can't touch me!" Kid screamed and made a stance, one fist in the
- air. "I was just fuckin' around." I thundered nearer and nearer, face
- twisted, uneven teeth showing like a Vampire's. Kid stumbled back. "I
- said I was JUST FUCKIN' AROUND! I NEVER MEANT TO HIT-" I rammed into
- the kid, knocked him flat. Kid hicupped and wheezed and started to
- crawl. Face got red. Eyes started to water.
- Funny-funny, right?
- I crouched to the kid, grabbed his shirt in both hands. Up he came,
- throwing punches in all directions. My stomach tensed; no pain would
- it accept. I pulled the kid's hair, made him hurt a bit, made him stop
- paddling around.
- "You're DEAD!" he screamed. "You're FUCKIN' DEAD! DEAD DEAD DEAD!"
- Something snapped; my sanity maybe...? What evil God shapes children
- like this? What foul being allows the generation of such warped,
- twisted youngsters? If I hurt this pitiful creature will I become as
- low and as pathetic as him? Do I care?
- Deep down - yes. Right now - no.
- My teeth came together, my eyes narrowed. A bolt of electricity
- crackled up my spine, flooding my mouth with saliva, burning my mind
- with fury... this kid will grow up and hurt people, disrupt peace and
- rape society. I must punish him for what he will do. I must beat him
- to a pulp in advance.
- Or whisper to him the secret of the Green Man.
- "Don't care," I hissed and shot the kid hard in the stomach. He
- moaned and buckled up like a deckchair. Hitting a kid wasn't at all
- like I had expected. My knuckles had rammed into bone... ribs. The
- power of my punch had torn clothing, burned skin. Ribbons of snot
- dangled from the kid's nose. He coughed, tried to speak, couldn't.
- Clung on to my arms for support. I shook him and hissed, "Really don't
- care, really don't."
- I threw him on the floor. Kid didn't cry; people were around. Some
- even watching (wisely; none interferring). Got down, leaned over the
- kid, held his arms still and by his sides.
- "GET OFF MEEE! OFF MEEE!" Kid cried. "GET THE FUCK OFF-"
- "Stay still."
- "OFF! OOOOOFF!"
- "Stay still or I'll whack you again. Harder."
- "OFF!"
- "I mean it! STAY STILL!"
- Wriggling stoppeds. Breathing harsh, deep, panick-stricken. "My Dads
- gonna buh-beat your fuh-fuckin' head in-"
- "I don't care-"
- "-then my bruh-brother'll come and-"
- "I really don't care, just shut up, you need to know-"
- "-my mate'll CRUSH your FUCKIN' HEAD-"
- "-a secret, are you ready? I'm going to tell you-"
- "-and you'll never touch me again! Never! He'll-"
- "-A secret!" I shook him, hard. "LISTEN! LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN TO ME
- OR I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" Kid stopped bawling, swallowed,
- looked around.
- "HEEEELP!" he screamed. "HEEEELP!"
- "Shut UP!" I shook him yet again, swinging my head left and right.
- "He's gonna KILL MEEEE!"
- "I said shut the fuck UP!" I said harshly, impatiently. "I MEAN IT!"
- Kid was mute again. Nobody was coming to help him. Several onlookers
- yelled something like "leave him alone" but I ignored them. They
- didn't know about the brick. Didn't know about this kid's future...
- this kid might grow up and rape any one of them for Christ's sake!
- They didn't see that, though. They just saw me pinning him down to the
- pavement. Just that, nothing else...
- No brick, no hurt, no pain.
- I lowered my face to his. I saw his fear; what was I going to do? Was
- I going to bite him? Was I going to open his mouth and spit down his
- throat? What...?
- "What's your name?"
- "FUCK YOU!"
- "Tell me."
- "I SAID FUCK YOUR SISTER!"
- My mouth came down, my breath scorched his face. His skin was smooth,
- spotless, dangerously clean. I examined his trembling lips. He noticed
- my stare and swallowed, hard.
- "Tell me your name," I whispered. "Or I'll kiss you."
- The kid's eyes shot open wide. His body trembled. "Kevin MacDonner,"
- he said in a soft, weedy voice. I guess the vision of me actually
- kissing him - hard, deep and long - in front of all the spectators was
- enough to drive him into semi-submission.
- "There's a man comes around, comes knockin' at your door," I told
- him. "He's green, he's mean, he's a killing machine. Hitting me with
- a brick will lower the number of days before he gets to you, to your
- house. Do you know about the man? The Green Man?"
- Kevin MacDonner shook his head quickly. "Leave me alone! Leave me-"
- "Shhh," I leaned a bit closer. He tried to angle his head away.
- "Don't kiss me!" he whimpered. "Please don't do it! Please! PLEASE!"
- "Listen and I won't," I said.
- His head slowly came back. "I'm listenin'. I'm listenin'."
- "How old are you?"
- "Twelve."
- "You've seen the Green Man haven't you?"
- He screwed his face up. "Green Man... what the fuck're you talkin'
- about? I-"
- "There's a man sits outside the school isn't there?"
- Kevin said. "Yeah, so?"
- "What do you call him?"
- "'The Bogey' cos his face is..." the kid's voice slowed down. "...a
- kinda greeny colour hey man your fuckin' head's bleedin'!" he tilted
- his face away quickly. A droplet of my own blood splashed down onto
- his cheek. "FUCK!" he shouted, eyes closed, teeth showing. "Oh FUCK!
- GET THE FUCK OFF! PLEASE! YOU'RE BLEEDIN' ON ME!"
- "And who's fault is that?" I asked. The kid said nothing. "The tramp
- you call 'The Bogey' is the Green Man. You've seen him looking at the
- girls in the playground haven't you? Haven't you?"
- Kevin nodded. "He's a perv. Everyone knows that."
- "Remember Rachel Walker? Remember how the Green Man chased her?"
- "Yes! What're you TALKING ABOUT?" he struggled a bit.
- "The Green Man is queer." I said. "And if you don't stop fucking
- people around, he'll come and get YOU. He'll BUM you, Kevin. He'll get
- you behind the bushes and he'll ram you stupid! You're scared of me
- kissing you? Imagine the Green Man doing it to you, hard. Imagine his
- sweaty cock sliding in and out of your ringpiece, huh?"
- "You're sick!" Kevin cried, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You're a
- sick fucker! The Bogey won't get me! He doesn't even KNOW me!"
- "No," I whispered, leaning closer than ever.
- "Don't! Don't!" Kevin squealed.
- "You're right, the Green Man doesn't know you. But I know him..." I
- smiled gently. "And so very soon... he will know you."
- Kevin MacDonner made a weird gargling sound. His body shook, his arms
- exploded with goose-pimples. Blood from my head pattered down over his
- up-turned face but he didn't blink. His fearful face stayed as solid
- as a rock.
- Got up, breathed in the air, looked around. Pupils all over the
- place, chattering, giggling. Scared, they were. And over in the corner
- of the school yard, half-hidden behind the bushes, the Green Man...
- Watching.
- Walked to my school bag. Picked it up. Marched on home.
- Got in. Touched my head. Still bleeding.
- Sniggered.
- Funny-funny, right?
- Right.
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