Anderson Island, Washington State,
Tonight Benjamin Hansen was going to be murdered and he was aware of it.
That evening at half past four, Benjamin Hansen had come home in his long rubber gum – boots, since he was a part of construction process of a government skyscraper being carried on eastern side of Anderson Island. Soon the place was going to have a skyscraper and within three decades it was going to be new Detroit. But Hansen wouldn’t survive to see the day in which it would happen. Hansen had skipped his lunch and later he had wished it would have been better if he had skipped his working hour, where he had been holding long plastic pipe and filling concrete inside steel structures, instead. Anybody would have easily assume he had straight come from roadwork for he had a jackhammer in his hand and white spotted black boots.
Repair it. He was ordered for jackhammer but he was going to be murdered tonight. He is coming home to kill me. I must show some hospitality, he thought.
He'd taken a cab from Eckenstam Johnson Road, had paid complete three dollars to the Afro American cabbie and walked inside his house with his heavy footsteps like his boot was filled with concrete mixture with pebbles. He was offered a drink from an old balding man whom he knew as Rick Tarot after he was seen but Hansen denied the offer. He kept on watching that man of seventies sit on balcony and unfold his Washington Post daily paper. Beside the glass of wine was pile of war magazines from his time.
It was quiet strange, instead of combination of coffee with morning and newspaper; he enjoyed hard drink in evening with newspaper.
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Hansen walked up to the door, climbing the steps with the heavy jackhammer, wondering how come he made it up to there.
"Is your house on fire Mr. Firefighter?"A skinny blond teen (who had been selected for Washington Basketball Under Twenty League but soon was dropped out due to doping rule violation) mocked but the middle aged man just stared at the street lamp in the sky and some pine trees. He looked at the crowded end of street and muttered, "Tomorrow, my body shall pass from here inside a coffin."
He unlocked the door. Hansen stepped in like he always did with ease.
He removed his yellow helmet off his head and let it fall. He knew that after some hours his murderer was coming home. The murderer had called him earlier in the morning and had said he'll be there by 10.
Hansen showered for fifteen minutes to be exact and didn’t use his Men's Spice to shave like he always used to do after shower.
Preceding it, he made his way to the kitchen, selected out some cans of beans from the refrigerator and wondered what if the murderer would like to have mutton or pork instead.
Almost at half – past eight, he prepared dinner which consisted of omelet, beans gravy and fresh pork. For the appetizer of murderer and himself he had prepared black coffee.
At nine, the murderer was on his doorsteps and rang the doorbell. Hansen was falling asleep with his head on dining table when the noise awakened him. It was not how he intended to sleep for the last time. There were no dreams and nothing memorable. He missed the smell of his blanket, softness of his pillow and the sensation of stretching his limbs.
Then he went downstairs to unlocked the door.
"Prophet Marcello, I was looking for you. How come you're…err...early?" Hansen questioned his murderer.
"I wanted to gather my friends to kill some disciples. I found them earlier than I had expected, Hansen. You must be cheerful, tomorrow you will gain fortune to miss what shall happen to some of your close people."
Hansen wondered how different had been Prophet's voice on the phone. He was tall, skinny and looked like an albino. He looked more like an Englishman straight came from Victorian era because of a long blazer reaching down to his knees. He had worn a hat but he had brought no weapon.
"You have got no bag with you this time?" Hansen asked in a sudden, "How are you going to take my body after I'm dead?"
"I feel cold." Prophet said instead of responding to him.
Hansen lit the fireplace and somehow arranged two rocking chairs to sit on. Both sat on the rocking chairs, listening to tap created by each other's chair, with coffee mugs in hands. Prophet didn’t even take a sip. Instead, he told him he could call him by any name from now.
Nobody talked about dinner.
"Burn the talisman Hansen. I know you'd fixed it some hours ago." Marcello said in his snake like voice.
Little steps by steps, Hansen went towards the fireplace and threw the talisman inside the flames.
"Don’t turn Hansen, keep looking at the fireplace…" Marcello snapped, "Tomorrow, my friends are descending. You're only one who knows it. You're the sole mortal being who understands this. We're breaking rules of God and humans are the first to be punished. You're the first one…fortunate."
"I didn’t tell anyone about the possible threats." Hansen responded.
Marcello didn’t say anything but just kept rocking.
Benjamin heard Marcello get up, by drumming of chair's leg on the floor. Then he heard nothing which he could conclude as footsteps. He soon figured out Marcello using his telephone.
"Benca…" he hissed, "The woman…"
Is Benca next? Hansen presumed lightening quick. Whom is he referring as woman?
"Last time we had landed, many innocents were slain and when we had descended for the first time, one innocent was punished till death to ensure your imaginary faith."
Marcello waited for the reply from other end.
Marcello had pulled down the red plastic receiver. Hansen could hear Web's clear yells from the other end, "You asshole. Fucker maniac!"
Marcello hung up and was about settle down the receiver when Hansen spoke, "If you want to punish or kill me, do it straight away." He no longer was interested in watching his talisman being melted by flames.
Marcello spoke nothing. He thought he had heard sobbing from behind following those words.
Prophet Marcello from paradise was crying behind a human being.
I am Satan…
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