Throwing Pearls to the Pig [Chapter One]

"Take me far away." She said.
I had the pistol pressed against her forehead, the streaks of makeup running down her cheeks made her look like a burnt china doll. She was still hiccuping between her sobs even after I pulled the trigger. Her head plopped down, blood pouring in between her breasts from the tiny little hole in her forehead, two silver dollars fall onto the floor. I looked at the wall behind her, the once off-white color was splattered with her thoughts and life liquid. I could read her whole life in that red Rorschach.
Her favorite color was orange.
She loved dogs.
She enjoyed reading.
She came from a dysfunctional family.
I kneel down and pick the silver dollars off the floor. I look at her. Now she's nothing more than maggot food, her energy will be given back to the earth and used to make something else, a flower maybe.
I turn to leave, before I walk out the door I take one last look at my work. There standing against the wall I see a Death Watch, its reading her life too. I shrug and walk out.

This is my life. A life of death and pain. In this scab covered world, people have forgotten how to bleed. Closed up like clams, they only begin to act human when they see me. I take away their pain, release them from their human bonds, free them. But once that's been done, its up to them to choose what happens, I'm the end of the beginning, the one who pays the ferry man.
As I walk down the hallway an old woman sees me.
"Oh, are you friends with Louise?"
"No, Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I don't know who Louise is." I reply politely.
"Well, I could have sworn I saw you come out of her apartment."
"Not me, Ma'am. I just turned the corner now." I tell her.
"My eyes must be playing tricks on me again. I apologize, dear." She says with a smile. I walk away. They'll find her in the morning, by then my face will have been forgotten.

Outside:
The night sky is fuzzy, the stars look wavy like torches. I start to count them but lose track after I get to seventy-two. I look down at my watch, shove my hands deep into my jacket pockets and walk towards the subway station in a hurry.
I buy my ticket, wait with all the others, stand alongside them; go through the motions. Now all I do is wait.
"Hey, Baby let me take you home, girl." Someone says, his voice resonates over the low murmurs of the subway.
"Fuck you, Nigga'! I told you already I don't wantcho' broke ass!" A female voice replies just as loud.
"You best learn some respect, bitch!" The male voice says. The other riders are becoming uneasy.
"Whatchoo' know 'bout respect? All up in my grill like you gotta chance. Nigga' please!" She says.
"You keep givin' me this lip and I'm 'bout to show yo' ass a lil' 'bout respect."
"Keep talkin', Nigga. Keep talkin'." Then a loud smack followed and the rest of the riders all tighten up and look everywhere but where their ears are focused.
"HELL NO!" She screams.
"Sitcho' ass down, slut." The male voice screams.
"Slut!?"
"You heard me, bitch. Or do I gotta give you a lesson in hearin' too?" He asks, rhetorically, no doubt. Then the sounds of a struggle.
"No, uh! Get--off! Ah! Stop it!" She screams, everyone beside me is tense and too afraid to do anything.
My watch buzzes, it's time to get to work. Just as I move a man somewhere behind me moves as well. We weave through the crowd of uncomfortable passengers, I get to the scene first. I see the man on top of the girl thrusting into her, his pants lowered to his thighs. He's grunting, I see her eyes, they're rolling in the back of her head, trying to block out this horrendous experience. The man behind me must now be seeing this because he raises his voice.
"That's enough! Get the fuck off of her!" The first man turn to look at the second.
"Get lost, dog!" He shouts, still thrusting.
"You make me sick!" The second screams. I walk beside the first man and place my right hand on his.
"Step back motha'fucka'!" The first screams, I assist his arm into his sweater pocket and help him pull out a "glock" as they call it.
"You coward!" The second man screams and charges. My finger slides around the trigger and I pull it, the second man falls to the floor. The entire car screams and it suddenly comes to a stop. People flood out of the opening doors, leaving just me, the dead body and the rape scene. I straighten myself out, crack my neck and kneel down beside the dead body of the second man. I search through his pockets and take two dollars from his wallet, then I leave the subway car.
I walk out of the station and look up at the stars. I get to sixty-four and lose my place. I shrug and glance down at my watch. I start quickly walking towards the crosswalk some ways away ahead of me.
"Excuse me, sir." An old decrepit voice asks me. "But can you spare some change for an old man?" I pause, think for a moment.
"Sure." I hand the man a dollar. "But be careful, people have killed for this."
"Thank you, sir. God bless." He says, joy radiating from his voice like heat from an oven.
I reach the crosswalk and start counting the cars.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four. Got it.
I walk to the fourth car from the crosswalk, stopped behind a red light. I open the passenger side door, close it, and put my seatbelt on.
"No, Robert!" The woman driving screams into her phone, I notice she isn't wearing her seatbelt.. "I'm picking up Dillan from school today and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!" She pauses for a second, her fists squeezing the steering wheel. "Because I'm his mother!...He needs to spend time with his mother, not that twenty nine year old kid you've been fucking!...Because she's not his mother, I am! Ugh! Robert, we are not having this conversation again!...Robert! She's only ten years older than him, she has no place acting like his mother, I don't care if you're dating her!" The conversation continued this way for a few minutes until my watch starting buzzing. I looked out the windows and began.
I placed my hand over the woman's eyes and held her right hand with my own, slowly veering to the left. I removed my hand from her eyes.
She screamed and I pulled the steering wheel violently to the right. Then we slammed into a car crossing an intersection. Both of us flew forward, but I was instantly pulled back into my seat by the seatbelt, she wasn't so fortunate.
After the air bag deflated I got out to assess the situation. The woman I was riding with flew over the car we hit, slid across the center of the intersection, and was ran over by a semi-truck. I walk to the car we hit, around to the driver's window. I reach in and pull the guy's wallet out and take a ten, I give him change and toss his wallet back into the car. Then I walk into the center of the intersection to the crushed woman I was, only moments ago, sitting next to. She's covered in blood as red as a California sunset, its beautiful. She lived a peaceful life. I roll her torso onto it's back, and dig into her bra. I remove two dollars from it and roll her torso back onto it's stomach. Then I walk onto the sidewalk and head for a diner.
As I walk I look up at the stars and start counting them. Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine...damn, did I already count that one? I shrug. The sun will be rising in the next ten minutes, and I need some coffee.

This is a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.


-Sir Jestro