Wednesday 25 June 2014

Messenger



Photo by Lyssa Medana

My real name is Myer, but I go by the nickname Angel these days.

I’m not an Angel.   Not in the sense that most people understand, but I think it’s justified.  You see “Angel” means “Messenger” and that’s what I definitely am.    When my boss wants to send a message, he sends me.    When people see me turn up they get the message.   Of course by then it’s too late for them, because the message my boss sends is for the benefit of others.   The messages I deliver encourage other people not to make the same stupid mistakes as the recipient.

Am I being too coy?

My boss, you’ll understand if I don’t use his name, runs this city.   He controls the casinos, he controls the narcotics, the prostitution, everything.    The stuff you snort up your nose, the person whose tanned stomach you snort it off, and the hotel room you’re doing it in are all his, and he gets his cut.

Some people don’t like that and try to hold out on what they owe him.  Some don’t think he should enjoy his monopoly.    So he needs to send a message.  Message and messenger is what I am. I call myself Angel.   It adds a poetic touch to a humdrum existence.

Take tonight’s job for instance.   The guy was old school, small fry, a sleazeball selling badly printed porno magazines.   Vile stuff that made my skin crawl, but I’m not one to judge.   He’d ageed to hand over a percentage of his take but then he’d been holding back.   So the boss called me with the details, “Send a message,” he said.

The old weasel knew who I was when I let myself into his room, which stank by the way.   “Call me Angel,” I told him, and he started begging straight away.  He’d confessed everything and pleaded for mercy a hundred times in the two minutes it took me to drag him out of bed and blow his brains out with my Glock.   I scattered his magazines around to make it clear why the message had been sent.

Then the evening went to hell, I guess.   The dingy apartment lit up so bright, so sudden it felt like ice daggers through my eyes and I screamed and fell into a curled up little ball of pain.   The noise was like the sun screaming and each syllable made my joints grind together.

JEREMY

Hadn’t heard that name in decades, I remember screeching like an animal as the pain took me, but I couldn’t blot out the voice.

THIS CITY

“Leave me alone! Leave me alone!”

IS WICKED BEYOND ALL TOLERATION

I remember trying to burrow into the wall to get away, tearing out my fingernails

TELL THEM.   FORTY DAYS THEN IT SHALL BE DESTROYED.


The light was gone and I was in darkness once again, blood and filth all around me and words that I could not ignore burning in my bones.   A message to deliver.



(In response to a prompt from Light and Shade Challenge using the photograph above, and Studio30Plus using the phrase "He'd confessed everything")

22 comments:

  1. I like this one. I like this one a lot. Nice job sir.

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  2. Seems that Angel has a new boss, and a new message. I liked this one a lot too.

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  3. My favorite kind of story - dark and gritty - just like a Guy Ritchie movie. You've outdone yourself!

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    1. Thanks Katy, as a fan of Guy Ritchie's (early) work I'm happy to hear that

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  4. Oh Thomas, wow. It was incredible, raw, frightening and so so well written.

    More!

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    1. Thanks Kir, and there will be more I'm sure

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  5. A really well laid out story leading to an ending open to interpretation. I enjoyed this! Greatly.

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  6. Excellent; angel noir. I especially liked the interpretation of what an angel is and the bit where the boss's voice is so terrible, your description of the agony it causes.

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    1. Angel Noir :D I like that term, thanks. Glad you liked it.

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  7. And the tables are turned, eh? Nicely done.

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  8. Great story! I love the direction you went with the prompt. I was drawn right in to the world you created. Brilliant job.

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  9. Powerful message, sir! Love it. It's vivid, and kind of loud. Wow.

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  10. I agree with Joe--very loud indeed! I loved it! I love how Angel's character was so relentlessly vile and did what he did without hesitation, but I could feel him do a total 180 at the end, solely out of fear. Really loved it!

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