Rubies on the Ground (Blogophilia 3.8)
Jeremy turns into the complex and slides down the hill unnoticed.
Beige exterior blending into the background, the car looks better than those it
passes. But that detail never matters. It is mission go and he is outside
himself. Roasted pulled pig all over the ground. Glorious, Glorious it will be.
Slowly, he directs the car across the rubble. The stars are perfectly aligned.
He can feel it. They way he has it set up, not even the Behavioral Assessment unit
working together would figure this out. It will be a banging good show.
A stray daffodil struggled in the cracked pavement, shining in
rebellion to despair. Filtered sunlight glinted off cracked panes, the decaying
brick buildings showing the ghosts of the past. A petite woman negotiates her
way across the lot, laundry on hip, and a small girl attached to the other. Another
day spent in their field of diamonds. Simple errands accomplished without the
fear of assault. Such a luxury compared
to the villages they came from.
He hears a thud, then a scream. It
seems to be coming from within his head. Shaking it off, he drives on to the
back of the complex. When he was here earlier in the week, he noticed his old
apartment was vacant. The back bedroom would be the perfect place to conduct
the party. His own DJ stand, so to speak. A single parallel space lay open
between his building and the next one. Perfect. It will give him full view.
Dancing behind the wheel, he slides the car into place.
As he exits the car, he wonders if it is too early. Nah. There
should be plenty of time to prepare. Walking up to the breezeway of his old
building, he glances around to see if there are any neighbors in the halls. The
smell of peppers and onion from someone’s breakfast fill his nose. The oompah
of a Tejano song blasted from the
apartment on the left. He strolled back
to the car.
Scanning the parking lot, he sees a crowd gathered near the
place where the car shook. Women were wailing in grief. It was then he noticed two
dark figures curled up on the pavement. The scene could have been a model for a
painting, “Mother and Child in Repose” or “Rubies on the Ground”, if it were
not for the puddle forming around their shells,. In reality, it looked more
like “Humpty Dumpty on the Ground”.Their great fall looked permanent.
One of the crowd started pointing toward where he was. Oh,
shit. It’s going off wrong. In the background of his mind, he could hear Morgan
from Criminal Minds shouting at him: “Come on Genius, do
something genius like”. He grabs the duct
taped package from the back seat and disappears into the breezeway of the building closest to him.
Cutting left as he exited the building, he starts working his way towards the front of the complex. Everything was
going wrong and he was going to be the prey, rather than the predator. He passed building after building, until he realized
he was about even with where the child was laying. The building had the windows on had been boarded up and abandoned. Maybe he
could hide here.
Looking through the hall, it appeared the crowd had doubled and they were still looking at
the Toyota. If he was quiet, he might be able to come up the stairs without
being noticed. Approaching the entrance, he heard pounding on the stairs. So
much for it being abandoned. A group was on its way to check on the commotion. He
ducked into the bushes on the side to wait them out. As soon as they cleared
the other side, he quickly made his way up.
Stairs went three at a time as he ascended. When he got to
the top floor, there was a door ajar in the apartment overlooking the parking
lot. It also appeared to be empty, so he closed the door and bolted it. There was now a crowd looking at the Toyota.
Oh, the cops are going to come, but not the way he had planned it.
It had all been under control. How could he screw up like
this?
Sinking to the floor, the crystal tears of failure began.
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Topic-Michelle Marko King
Pic-Nissmech
Pic guesses;Humpty Dumpty (in blog), diamonds in the sky, big bang, solar egg, spring egg.
Okay, I read this three times and I don't get it. Or not sure if it's what I am thinking.
ReplyDeleteIrene
Jeremy has gone to the Graves to set up his trap...only he hit a mother and child on the way in.
DeleteNot exactly the bait he was shooting for.
I was off by a bit. ;)
DeleteAfter all his planning this cannot be! The great plan disentegrating before his very eyes...
ReplyDeleteWhat a twist!
8 points Earthling! :)
Marvin
Yep.
DeleteThanks for the points.
The best laid plans seem to always go wrong at the last minute. Jeremy I think has just found it out.
ReplyDeleteYour writing improves with each chapter
Stormy
So into the plan he didn't see the problem right in front of him. Oh, well....
Deletephenomenal twist iin this surprising section of the story! He could not have foreseen such a disaster occuring in any plan he may have laid. Wickedly good writing Christopher!
ReplyDeleteTo be so focused inside and lose what is happening outside....
ReplyDeleteTM
How many micromanagers have you seen this happen to over the years.
DeleteOMG, on the edge of my seat here. What a thriller! The beginning of the end? Nicely done! Can't wait to read the next installment! :)
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to finish writing it. :D
DeleteIt seems Jeremy can't distinguish what happens in his head and in real life. Sucks for him. Great writing, though!!! :)
ReplyDelete-Leta
I never have decided whether Jeremy is Schizophrenic or just evil. A bit of both in the profile, for sure.
DeleteAs though I'm right there in the middle of the action as I read. Such wonderful details and storytelling!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you are enjoying it.
DeleteThat is some of the most frightening dilemmas... -Dave Raider
ReplyDeleteGreat Write! :)
ReplyDelete~~Diana