ARTEMIS JONES. Part 8

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I didn’t get home until 9am this morning… it took me a while to clean that warehouse of everything – the white stuff… the red stuff… the chunky stuff.

… there’s always chunky stuff!

Christ-onna-freakin’-pogo-stick – my walk-in freezer is starting to resemble an out-take from a Robert Cummings movie. Oh well, the foreman of the construction site in Queen Street is a mate of mine, he will call me when they start pouring the concrete…

Damn I could go a good rare steak about now.

… and a coffee.


Meanwhile, in the basement of my Ballow Street building…

Miss Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-her-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain is just starting to come around.

She’s not going anywhere. I have her gaffer-taped onto the dissection gurney that I bought a few years ago.

Its amazing what you can buy online nowadays.

It came with a drain and a stainless steel bucket, and everything.

I like how it goes all shiny under the fluro lights.

On my tool bench I have all my favourite toys laid out. The needles, a hole saw, a fruit peeler, a pair of pliers, a large bowl of salt, my stilleto blades for those hard to reach places, and one of those industrial type scissors that you use to cut chicken bones… they go through fingers and ribs like a hot knife goes through warm butter.

hmmm warm butter sauce on wagyu steak… that sounds like a good idea for dinner.

Where was I?

Oh yeah…

“Heya Cunt, wake up. Its time for you and me to have some fun.”

Well mostly its me who is gonna be havin’ the fun…

Ok, to be fair here … its only me who is gonna be enjoying the next hour or so…

One large shot of adrenalin into her shoulder and she is wiiiiiiide awake!

The radio is playing in the background…

Well I don’t know why I came here tonight, I got the feeling that something ain’t right

ooooh, that reminds me – maybe I should get some lighter fluid and some matches, I haven’t done that for a while… I reckon that would really lift my spirits!

awww, lookit… she’s crying! Now that really is sweet of her.


Its 1237am…

Dimitri is happy, and nothing appeared in the papers – which means the politicians are happy.

As always, the Cops are blissfully unaware.

With a bit of luck it will stay like this for a few days.

Its starting to rain… again.

I like it when it rains… the streets smell clean, and the wildlfe moves indoors. Its like the whole city is empty except for me – the Dark Knight.

“Hiya Artie!”

… and Ginger…

So much for my Batman reverie … “Still out in this weather Ginger?” I ask as I walk by.

“A girl has gotta pay rent, you know how it is Artemis” she purrs.

“Call me Tyler, sweet-cheeks, call me Tyler” I growl as I head down to Panther’s for my nightly caffiene fix.


The rain is running down my coat and over my boots.

I feel like a kid as I stomp through the puddles… maybe I should buy some yellow gumboots… maybe not – I don’t really feel like Gene fuckin’ Kelly – that’s for damned sure, more like Benjamin Barker – and I don’t think he ever played in the rain…

…New Hope City? – what a shit-hole.


Under her breath Ginger whispers “One of these days Artemis, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret – Tyler is a girl’s name too!”

ARTEMIS JONES. Part 8

BYRON

Joined December 2007

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