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I Refuse To Die..The third and almost final chapter.

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“Well then, I will choose for you.” He concluded. He threw the documents he was holding into the pool; as I watched them soak, I heard the hum of the motor inside the crane and the god awful shriek of steel on the pulley as my head inched closer to the surface of what was to be my last memory; so I thought.

I could smell the pungent odor of acid as the hairs on my head began to sizzle on contact, flight and fear overwhelmed me to the point of numbness. My old friend Death called upon me, I rushed to embrace him with open arms and for a brief moment in time we were locked in each others’ arms; I struggled no more, then like a hungry beast he consumed me.

The faint light grew clearer and closer by the second, I could hear voices and a woman screaming but couldn’t make out what they were saying, until I heard a man say, “Keep pushing, you are almost there, just a little bit more, I can see his head, you can do this, you are almost there, one more push.”
The woman continued to scream; the light was so close now I could feel its warmth, I was surrounded by giants in blue robes carrying surgical tools of obstetrics. Clearly I didn’t belong here.

Each time I opened my mouth to ask them what was happening to me, I found myself crying. I tried it several times and several times I cried even louder. This was frustrating. To make matters worse, my clothes were gone and I noticed that all the eyes in the room were staring at me; I rushed to cover my junk and to my horror, I couldn’t reach with my hands; they seem to reach out in front of me into the thin air, and that was about as far as they will go.

I wanted to ask for a towel to cover myself; instead I began to cry again. They must have heard me because, within a few seconds I had a warm towel wrapped around me and one of the giants presented me to a familiar face. “Congratulations on your new baby boy, Mr. Whoosh.” The man happily announced.

As the face drew closer, my heart skipped a beat at the realization of whom I was now staring at; that face! It was the strange man who offered me the Klondike ice cream bar in the desert. I let out the loudest scream I could muster, but that only got him to hug me even closer, all the while whispering calmly to me, “It’s ok Clyde, everything will be alright, Daddy and Mommy are right here. Oh you are such a cutie, Daddy loves you.”
He then handed me to a tired looking woman lying in a bed next to us, whom I had just noticed. She was crying as she kissed me on the forehead and held me close.

I managed to stop crying and evaluate my current situation. Based on the events of the past few minutes, it’s become clear to me that I am trapped in a baby’s body with no control over my actions, except that I remember everything; and now I know the man who is apparently my father is the strange man who left me out there to die. If only I had the strength to wrap these tiny little hands around his neck, I would choke him for some more answers. But for now I will wait and focus my thoughts in the art of patience till I have mastered it. Like the anger inside me, this tiny body too will grow. For now I will resign myself to drinking some breast milk and whatever else they give me so that I may grow and gain in strength, and when the moment is right I will have my answers.

Twenty years have passed and I have gathered enough information about the whereabouts of Hillbilly guy and Troll woman and the Banker, and now it’s time to get to work. Mr. Whoosh was sleeping in the next room and I could hear him snoring; I silently walked into the room, and noticed that he was alone and still fast asleep. I pulled the string out of my pajama pants and approached his bed. He is a lot older now and suffers from chronic asthma attacks; his inhaler and prescriptions were laying on the night table next to the bed. As I hovered over him, he opened his eyes, looking rather surprised he asked, “What’s the matter, Son?”

I hesitated for a second, and then without responding to him, I immediately wrapped the string around his neck and squeezed with every bit of strength in me till it snapped, giving me enough time for my hands to take over and finish the job. I watched his face turn blue as he struggled to catch his breath, where there was none. Mr. Whoosh gave his last whoosh out of the corner of his mouth and his body went limb. I held his pillow over his face for the next fifteen minutes for good measure, and then I walked out of there and caught a cab to the airport in downtown; Phoenix, Arizona.


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Updated April 6th, 2013 at 01:12 AM by lowprofile300

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  1. Domi001's Avatar
    "He threw the documents he was holding into the pool; as I watched them soak, I heard the hum of the motor inside the crane and the god awful shriek of steel on the pulley as my head inched closer to the surface of what was to be my last memory; so I thought."

    that is one looooooooooong sentence, break it up a little with periods. A few of your sentences are quite long...
  2. lowprofile300's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Domi001
    "He threw the documents he was holding into the pool; as I watched them soak, I heard the hum of the motor inside the crane and the god awful shriek of steel on the pulley as my head inched closer to the surface of what was to be my last memory; so I thought."

    that is one looooooooooong sentence, break it up a little with periods. A few of your sentences are quite long...

    Thanks for the tip. I will consider doing just that.
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