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The Note
“Breaking news tonight as police say the man stabbed just blocks from the Met was Henry Meclaz. Meclaz was wanted for questioning in the death of businessman Walter Stacco. Stacco was under indictment for..."
Henry? The bald bearded man’s name was Henry? Oscar watched the news in his kitchen. This man Henry Meclaz was dead, but his partner..his partner..Oscar didn’t remember his name.
“Police are searching for Meclaz’s associate Gavril Boyen, also wanted in connection..”
Gavril. That was his name. The man who threatened David that day after David gave Oscar..
Brring! Oscar’s phone rang. 732 area code, New Jersey. Oscar didn’t recognize the number, Brring!
“Hello?”
Silence on the line, Click! The caller hung up. Bad omen. Oscar knew he was still in trouble, as long as..
Shuffle! Shuffle!
Oscar peaked out the kitchen and saw a restaurant menu slide under his apartment door. No, there was a typed note on the menu.
Sundown viewpoint bring the money i have girl no tricks
Oscar only read, 'I have girl,' and the fear he felt mixed with rage. “Shit!” he yelled, knowing this was the bald man’s partner, Gavril. Oscar kicked himself for being so stupid then dialed Kira's number.
“...The person you are trying to reach-” Click!
It kept going to voicemail. Oscar steeled himself. He'd always said if something went wrong he'd just give up the money. Especially since he never wanted any part of David’s scam with these men in the first place, and now David was dead.
'Be cool, the cops are looking for this Gavril guy. He won’t kill Kira or me. He just wants the money so he can skip town.' he reasoned.
Oscar opened a floor vent in his bedroom and pulled out a duffel bag filled with half a million dollars. Half of that money belonged to the late David Golden. Oscar was just holding it.
He zipped the bag with confidence believing Kira would be safe and all of this would go away if he just gave Gavril this money.
And for added peace of mind Oscar dug out a black starter pistol used for road racing. In his hand the pistol gleamed like a .38 snub nose. But the starter pistol only fired blank rounds. If anything Oscar would use it to threaten. He hoped.
Brring! His phone rang again. Again it was the 732 number.
“Hello?” Silence, before,“Oscar? Oscar! He-” Click!
“Kira? Kira! Fuck!”
That was Kira, she was in trouble. Oscar’s rage took over his reason. He didn’t care about the money, he had to help Kira. He grabbed the duffle bag and took off. There was still sunlight, he had time.
The Drop Off
Six pm, Oscar rode hard past the closed cafeteria in the park and up the main trail. Most of the bikers were gone for the day. By the time he reached the secret trail he hadn't seen a soul in a mile.
'Gavril could kill the both of us out here and no one would know!' Oscar feared and gripped the blank gun in his pocket. A move from anyone and he'd pull it out.
He reached the top of the secret trail and found no one there. When he glanced at the city skyline, he heard it. Click! Clack!
Oscar swung to his left with his pistol out, and froze. Someone faced him wearing all black military fatigues, head to toe, and a black scarf covering their mouth. In their hand, a long black rifle with a blade at the end of the barrel. A bayonet. And Oscar recognized this person.
“Kira?”
Oscar couldn’t see her face behind the mask, but it was her. She raised the rifle in her hand and aimed it at Oscar, and laughed an evil laugh as she spoke.
“Hee hee, I knew you'd come here!”
Oscar stumbled backward pleading, “Kira!”
Fwap!
She fired the rifle at Oscar. The loud shot forced Oscar to drop down and shoot his starter pistol, Bang!
When Oscar hit the ground he heard a scream behind him, a man. Kira shot a man, not Oscar. Stunned, Oscar watched Kira run toward the man shouting obscenities at him.
“Oh buddy you fucked up!”
The man Kira shot dropped a large handgun and bled from his left hand. With his right hand he pulled a long curved blade from his belt and sliced at the oncoming Kira who evaded his attack, and laughed at him, "Ha! Are you serious?"
When the man swung the blade again, Oscar recognized his face. It was Gavril Boyen, the man who threatened David that day. And right now Gavril appeared outmatched.
Kira swung her rifle barrel down like a baseball bat, slicing Gavril’s knife hand with her bayonet. Gavril screamed, but full of adrenaline he held on to his knife and swung at her again.
Kira sidestepped his swing and struck him on his chin with a hard rifle butt knocking him to the ground. Gavril gaped at his attacker, and so did Oscar as Oscar could clearly see that Kira was a killer from the way she moved, her precision, and her brutality.
“Please!”
Gavril cried for mercy. The assailant showed none. With blitz speed Kira thrust her rifle bayonet into Gavril’s chest. He gurgled in pain, and Kira spoke.
“You pissed off a lot of people you fucking dead man!”
She pulled the bayonet out of Gavril's body and thrust it into his neck. His dying eyes stared at Kira as his mouth coughed blood. Oscar witnessed all of this and knew, she’s done this before!
Oscar’s mind told his body to, 'Run! Just run and get away from here.' But not fast enough. Kira swung her body and rifle around three hundred sixty degrees and sliced her bayonet blade down across Gavril’s face. Cutting him open from temple to chin, on purpose. She then turned to Oscar, and smiled under her mask.
“Heh!”
Oscar, seeing murder in Kira’s eyes, jumped from the forest floor and ran for his bicycle, his sanity and his life. The child assailant saw him run and let out a half hearted, “Hey!” but Oscar took off. He straddled his bike and rode as fast as he could toward the main road. He left everything behind, the money, the starter pistol and the murdered man.
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Dream
Oscar never looked back and rode straight to his apartment. Once inside he cut off all the lights, closed his blinds and remembered what he saw. She sliced him like an animal.
Oscar’s stomach jittered when he remembered the rifle blade thrust into Gavril’s neck. Nausea and dizziness swept over him and he couldn’t hold it back. With his hand over his mouth he ran to the toilet and let it go!
“Huaaagh! Ughh!...Oh god!” his stomach empty.
“Gross, you finished?” said her voice.
Oscar backed up on his butt and saw Kira standing in his bathroom doorway. “How the hell did you get in here?” he yelled and she answered, “You should flush the toilet.”
She walked from the bathroom to his living room. Oscar cleaned himself off, flushed the toilet, and chased after her.
“Kira?”
She stood holding his duffle bag and starter pistol. “You dropped all of this in the woods, figured you wanted it back,” she said.
He glanced at the bag and focused on her. A million questions popped in his head. What is really going on? What happened today? Who killed the bearded man? And most important.
“Are you here to kill me?”
Oscar whispered the question. Kira smiled and answered.
“Oscar, what you did with that dead lawyer to get the money in that bag...your money...I advise you never do anything like that again,” she said and continued.
“I know you have questions. But I won’t answer them. So whatever theory or idea you come up with for what you think happened today…will be your answer. But it won’t matter if it’s right or wrong because nothing happened today. And no one will believe you if you say different.”
Oscar had no intention of defying her, but he pointed out, “Yeah? So who’s going to explain that dead man you killed in the park?”
“Dead man in the park? I didn’t kill anyone in the park. And if someone did die I'd think there'd be a body. I didn’t see one. The only thing I saw was your bag of money, and your toy gun.” She dropped the bag and pistol at his feet and added.
“But then again, I’m just a figment of your imagination anyway, haha!” she laughed.
Oscar, out of his league, dropped all reason and logic and asked from the heart.
“Kira...today...with me...was I just..?”
She knew what he wanted to ask, but he wouldn’t say out loud, but she did.
“Oi, biker-boy, thinking about me like that could get you life in prison you creepy pedo, heh, heh! But to answer your question.” She tip-toed up to his face and whispered, “I told you I’d protect you.”
Lost in her eyes he wanted to touch her, and he did, her face. A gesture to see if he was dreaming. He wasn’t.
Kira removed his hand and turned to leave. Oscar asked her a last question.
“Kira?”
“Yes?”
“Who are you...really?”
Kira smiled with her back toward him, turned her head sideways, and answered.
“One day you’ll figure it out!”
She giggled a little girl giggle and gave a final, “Goodbye, biker-boy!” and left, slamming his apartment door shut behind her.
Oscar sat on his couch staring at the door in silence. He wished he could sit there forever, not moving, not doing anything till the end of days. But no man is safe from the march of time. The hours went by in Oscar’s apartment. That Saturday passed and turned to Sunday, and soon the following days would turn to weeks, then years.
In those years Oscar grew as a person, and invested that money wisely. But he never forgot what happened the day he met the little girl on the bike. And he still wanted a straight answer for his last question.
“Who are you?”
And to see her again. Just once. Just for a moment. That was all he wanted. Then he remembered her last words...
“...One day you’ll figure it out..”
And he laughed knowing what she really meant when she said those words. And whatever it was that she meant, he kept it to himself. As for what happened next to the little girl on the red bike...who knows. Because after that day...
he never saw her again...
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