Weaponless: The Alien
ואחזור שוב פעם על הרעיון למען אצה מסוימת שכנראה לא עקבה מההתחלה. :)
הקטעים האלו הם כמו קטעים לסדנאות כתיבה, הם רעיונות שמתרוצצים לי בראש ושאני רוצה לשמור ולבחון איפה שהוא. הם מדברים על דמויות שיצרתי ושעדיין לא שווים סיפור מלא או לא יחזיקו אותו. אבל הם כנראה יופיעו בצורה כזאת או אחרת בהמשך אם וכאשר אחליט באמת לכתוב אותם כמו שצריך. בינתיים הם ברמה אחת יותר מלוטשים ממחשבות קלות. אני לא מצפה שישרדו מפגש של סדנת כתיבה בלי נזק נרחב אז כמובן שהם דורשים עריכה נרחבת.
“Please, man. I need the stuff.”
“What you need is to get me my money.”
The two men, one in a much better shape than the other, were whispering their arguments away near a green dumpster and a pile of black nylon trash bags. What none of them considered, when this fight began, was that they would soon have a third party.
“I don’t have it right now. I need the stuff, man. Or I’ll die.”
“I don’t care if you died right here. All I care about is my money.”
“What’s going on here?” Asked the tall guy with the flaming red hair.
The man who was standing and whose clothes had been washed more than once in the past year turned a grumpy face towards the newcomer and uttered the most probable response. “What the fuck do you care?”
Velorum, who was already ticked off as it is, stuck on this planet with its dominant inhabitants being the poor excuse for a civilized society that they were, did what was probably unacceptable even from where he came from. He took the dealer by the throat, picked him off his feet and slammed the back of his neck against the opposite wall. The thug who took a second to realize what just happened, clawed at the iron grip to no avail, the alien was faster and stronger then him.
When that didn’t help, he turned to pleading, squeezing noises through the thinning gap that was his air pipe. “Please, dude. I’ll give you anything you want. Let me go. Please, anything.”
Velorum only fixed him with a dead eyed stare. “You people have a saying: ‘act like a human being’. You say it to misbehaved people, anyone who performs some act society deems immoral. The funny thing is, these people, the ones you address it too, they are the ones that act like human beings. After all, they are being selfish, self-centered, brutal, inconsiderate, ego-maniacal, anti-social, and all that good stuff. You, right now, are acting like a human being; disgusting, filthy thing; selling slow death in a bag to others without guidance, those who don’t understand. You fail as a civilized, advanced creature. You are acting like a human being.”
Velorum saw that the drug dealer was changing his color after being held up by his neck for a long period so he dropped him, leaving him to cough his way back to a breathing state while he walked back to the junkie.
“And you,” He said, only pulling the disheveled man up by his collar but with enough force for the homeless to feel more like the ground was dropping than he was rising. “You weak, pathetic man. You turn to substance, to a minor temporary feeling, to a road that could end in your death only because you find no comfort in life. You are almost as bad as he is.”
Then the junkie felt the ground’s solid touch leaving him completely as Velorum threw him across the short distance to the other side of the alley were the drug dealer was trying to regain his footing. The two bodies impacted harshly and collapsed on the dark asphalt in a knot of limbs. He was ready and willing to inflict more punishment on them when his earthly guide showed up at the end of the alley facing the street.
“Lor, are you in here?” Asked Jack. The human ran into the alley to find Velorum with his hands raised and the two previous adversaries now scrounging for each other’s help to escape this new menace. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Getting some pressing issues off my chest,” Said the alien.
“Do something, man,” Cried the drug dealer.
“Yeah, take’m away fom us,” Added the homeless.
“Fuck. You’re supposed to keep a low profile,” Jack muttered and grabbed Velorum by the arm, pulling him away.
Posted in From the Writing Desk by Eran with 2 comments.
טוב…סליחה…לא הבנתי… (הולכת להתחבא מתחת לאיזה סלע רענן).
כאשר תרצה עריכה – תשלח :-)
כשיהיה לי סיפור את כנראה תהיי בין הראשונים לדעת.