From: cbnorman@cayley.uwaterloo.ca (Bruce Norman)
Subject: Wolf (chapter 7)
Organization: University of Waterloo
Date: Sat, 19 Dec 1992 17:51:54 GMT

This is the "end" of the Wolf story.  As you will see, and as I explained
before, it is an abrupt ending because I simply stopped writing it.  Though
I planned out the entire novel, I did not have the time to finish it.  Any
questions about what would have happened later on in the novel will be
answered (on request). 

                   Copyright 1992, Bruce Norman
                        All rights reserved

                          - Chapter 7 -

    "Son, we need to talk".  Chris opened one sleepy eye in 
shock, his clock said 6:30. 
    "What the fuck are you doing getting me up at this hour dad?" 
he asked.  *Stupid asshole*. 
    "We need to talk son, your mother and I are very worried 
about you. You've changed lately.  You never used to sware, 
period, and never at us.  You've been moody, uncooperative, down 
right nasty." 
    "Gee, could it be perhaps because my right arm is dead and 
won't ever work again Dad?" asked Chris sarcasticly.  He made his 
words biting, made them cut deep. 
    "Maybe I haven't been the best father Chris" began Ron. 
    *Maybe you havn't been a father at all dad* thought Chris.  
*Maybe you've been the guy I've called dad all these years who *
*pays the rent.  Maybe I was adopted? *
    "Hell, I've never been good at talking to you, you know that" 
    *Damn right I know that dad.  I'm the only kid I know who was *
*sent to their mother to learn about sex.  Of course I was too *
*embarassed to ask, who wouldn't be? Not the kind of thing a 11 *
*year old asks his mother.  So I learned from the 14 year olds, *
*and boy did they have time screwing me up.  They told me that if *
*I guy didn't have sex once a year once he reached puberty his *
*dick would shrivel up and fall off.  Thanks for protecting me *
*from that crap dad. *
    "Well, I guess this is it, doomsday.  We're going to talk 
Chris, talk until we have your problems *all* figured out.  And I 
mean all of them Chris.  Your arm is busted, it may never work 
quite right again, but that still doesn't account for your 
behavior.  You're a whole new person Chris, and I don't know if I 
like that person." 
    "Well I never liked you dad, so we're even" was Chris' simple 
retort.  His dad winced as if he had been struck.  Chris 
continued his venemous words in glee.  "Who the hell do you think 
you are coming to tell me how to live my life dad? You lost your 
job and had a nervous breakdown just four years ago because your 
boss caught you embezzling from the company.  If you hadn't been 
good friends with him you'd be in jail now.  Instead all you had 
to do was pay every cent back, which wasn't easy because it had 
all gone into a new boat.  You sold the boat, at a $10,000 loss, 
and then had to make up the rest of it.  Do you remember emptying 
my university account dad? $4,500 was all that was there, but 
beleive me, to a 13 year old $4,500 is alot dad.  A whole lot.  
So don't tell me how to run my life dad." 
    "Chris," Ron was speechless.  What had come over Chris.  His 
eyes were cruel and heartless. 
    "And what about that affair with that 17 year old dad? Oh 
yes, I know about that.  I was only 8 when it happened, and I 
didn't understand what was going on then, but I've figured it out 
since.  You got her pregnent too you idiot, had to pay her $3,000 
to keep her mouth shut and get an abortion.  I heard mom talking 
about it on the phone, a lot. That was when I was worried you two 
would get a divorce.  Now I wish you would dad, you make me sick.  
Get out of here before I kill you." 
    "Son, I'm sorry, I've made mistakes in my life, but I'm 
trying to atone for them.  Right now I'm trying to atone.  
Please, forgive me, and let me help you.  Your mother and I want 
you to talk to Dr. Guntar.  He may be able to reccomend someone 
to talk to about your feelings.  Help you get them straightened 
out." 
    "You're the one who needs the shrink dad, not me."  Chris was 
standing now, looking his dad straight in the eye.  His body was 
sweaty, he stank, he hadn't showered since his operation and 
hadn't sponged himself in two days.  He poked his finger in his 
dad's stomach.  "Get out now, or I am going to hurt you." 
    "Now listen here Chris!" said his dad, becoming angry.  "I've 
had enough of this crap from you.  I'm your father, reguardless 
of what I have done, and I only want to help you.  And I will not 
listen to threats of that nature in my own house! 
    Chris grabbed his alarm clock and ripped the plug out of the 
wall. He held it forth in a threatening way. 
    "Get out now or I will smash open your head.  Its that simple 
dad." 
    "I've had enough Chris" said Ron, and stepped forward.  Chris 
swung his arm out as hard as he could.  The clock smashed into 
Ron's head. He staggered back dazed, a visible depression in his 
temple.  His mouth formed words but no sound was produced. 
    Chris stepped forward and followed up with another smash.  
This one hit his father square in the nose, crushing cartiledge 
in a most satisfying crunch.  Blood exploded from buried vessals 
and streamed down Ron's face.  He fell backwards, cracking his 
head on the floor.  Chris began to giggle.  He knelt by his 
father, he was still concious.  He swung the clock again, a 
double handed smash into his mouth.  Teeth broke and cracked as 
Ron's mouth caved in from the force of the blow. More blood, but 
by this time Ron was blissfully unconcious.  A few more blows 
from Chris finished the job.  By now he was laughing. 
    Chris looked at his father's body in triumph.  At last, after 
years of hatred it was done.  But now what would he do with the 
body? The mess? The blood? Well, the blood would have to do 
for a start.  He bent over his father's corpse and began to 
eagerly lick his face. 
    His mother grabbed his arm.  "Chris stop it! Whats wrong?" 
    Chris sat up in bed, still laughing.  He was mentally 
unfocussed, as are all people awakened in the middle of a dream.  
His eyes wandered for a second and then settle on his mother's 
face.  What was going on? His laughter died away. 
    "Chris? Whats the matter, you were laughing in your sleep, 
whats going on?" 
    "Oh, I just had a funny dream" said Chris, in his mind the 
vision of his father crushed and mutilated face was still as 
clear as day.  "I'm fine mom, really." 
    Chris' mom went down to breakfast and turned to her husband 
with a big smile on her face.  "I think he's getting back to his 
old good natured self again!" 

                *               *               * 

    In Michigan State University, Dr. Peter Fowles looked over 
the newspaper article with feelings of total dismay.  He read it 
once, twice, three times.  He was so stupid! He had sworn he 
would keep up to date, but it had been years, if he hadn't heard 
that blurb on the radio about a killer wolf.... 

l---L---P1----+-T--2----T----3--T-+----4T---+---T5----+-T--R----T----r--T--r-r
             Killer Wolf strikes small Canadian Town 

        Meaford, British Columbia, is a small town where 
    nothing very exciting ever happens--except the 
    occasional killer wolf.  Yes not just a killer wolf, the 
    occasional killer wolf.  It seems that in Meaford must 
    be one of the most unlucky towns in Canada.  Just six 
    years ago Meaford suffered from the attacks of several 
    rabid wolves.  A large pack was roaming about the forest 
    which virtually surrounds the rural town.  During a 
    three week time period three people and numerous animals 
    and livestock were attacked by these unusually viscious 
    creatures.  Soon after the attacks started the wolves 
    were wiped out by organized town effort.  Hopefully no 
    great town effort will be required this time, but once 
    again Meaford has a killer wolf, or should we say *had* a 
    killer wolf.  Local teen football star Rick Chambers and 
    his girlfriend Judy were the victims of a vicious attack 
    from this beast.  Rick gave his life to give Judy enough 
    time to escape.  After Rick's death, the people of 
    Meaford did not hesitate to take immediate action.  
    Police officer Barry O'Conner dealt with the wolf in a 
    quick and organized manner.  He organized several small 
    Hunting parties, and within 5 days the wolf was found 
    and killed by local high school student Bill Anderson.  
    O'Conner says there is no evidence of pack activity, but 
    rather this appears to be the actions of a "lone wolf". 
L---P---T1----+-T--2----T----3--T-+----4T---+---T5----+-T--6----R----7--T-+--r

    *There are no mentions of injuries* thought Dr. Fowles.  
*Absolutely no mention of any injuries.  Maybe its been stopped *
*before it starts? Maybe, but maybe isn't good enough.*  His heart 
almost stopped when he read the paper for the fourth time.  *Oh my *
*god, Bill Anderson, Brad's son.*  Dr. Fowles crumpled the paper up 
into a little ball and threw it accross the room.  He sat in his 
comfortable office chair and placed his head in his hands.  This 
was too much for him to take.  He didn't want to have to deal 
with Forge.  He'd almost forgotten he existed. 

                *               *               * 

    "Are you all-right Judy?"  Judy turned her head.  It was Mel. 
    "Oh, I'm ok I guess" said Judy.  "I've been having these 
headaches lately." 
    "Well you look miserable" said Mel in her helpful way.  "Want 
a smoke?" 
    "I don't smoke." 
    "Well, maybe you should start" said Mel, "just kidding,  
don't, its a real pain."  She lit up her cigarette and inhaled 
deeply, blowing the smoke away from Judy carefully.  "Now you'd 
better hurry up, or we'll be late for school" she said wagging 
her finger at Judy.  "We wouldn't want that now would we?" 
    Judy laughed inspite of herself.  Mel was always good at 
cheering her up.  "Actually I don't have a headache, I'm just 
worried about Chris." 
    "Chris?" asked Mel.  "What the hell are you worying about 
that jerk? I saw him making a fool of himself over Tammy.  He's 
gone power mad, Judy.  Within a week Tammy will have set him 
straight and Derek will have beat him up and he'll come whining 
to you like a lost puppy dog. Dump him." 
    "I think he may have dumped me" said Judy, a morose look on 
her face.  She leaned against a brown volkswagon parked nearbye.  
*What an ugly car* she thought absentmindedly. 
    "Him? Dump you? You got it wrong girl, you always do the 
dumping. If you think he's dumped you you'd better dump him fast 
before he gets arround to actually saying it." 
    "Well, we have a date tonight, theoretically, but he hasn't 
talked to me since we made it." 
    "Lose that loser now!" was Mel's advice.  "You're young and 
sexy, I bet you could get yourself another guy for tonight in 
four minutes.  A good looking one too.  Rub that in Chris' face 
and see how he reacts." 
    "No, I think I'll give him a chance to fix this himself" said 
Judy, a resolved look on her face.  "Maybe he'll snap out of it."
    "I just wish I knew what you see in him" said Mel. 
    "Well" said Judy.  "It's not what I see in him, its what I 
used to see in him.  Maybe there's some of the old Chris left.  
He's got to come out of it soon." 
    "Yeah, whatever" said Mel, and began the two and a half block 
walk to school.  Judy sighed and joined her. 

                *               *               * 

    "Christopher? You are late for school! Hurry up!" yelled 
Chris' mother up the stairs.  Chris had been in the bathroom a 
long time, she hoped he wasn't doing anything indecent.  She 
didn't feel good.  Despite what she'd said to Ron at breakfast 
she didn't feel like Chris was back to normal--she just 
desperately wished he would get back to normal.  It wasn't even 
that she didn't feel good, she didn't feel anything. Usually she 
had a sense of how Chris was feeling, but she hadn't been able to 
read him at all lately.  She didn't mention this to her husband, 
he would scoff and ridicule her.  He didn't beleive in her 
feelings.  She beleived in her feelings.  Her feelings had turned 
up that 17 year old hussy...but she didn't like to think about 
that. 
    *Stupid old bitch* thought Chris rumaging through the medicine 
cabinet.  His arm was itching like hell, and he was out of pain 
killers.  His arm didn't hurt anymore, it hadn't hurt in a while, 
but the itching was killing him.  Only those pain killers seemed 
to make it shut up for a while.  He grabbed a bottle of Tylanol 
and shook out five tablets, these would have to do.  He put them 
in his mouth and chewed them dry. He then emptied the bottle into 
his shirt pocket.  These would do him for today, he needed alot 
of pain killers to stop the itchyness.  He'd been taking triple 
the reccomended dose of his perscription drug. Didn't want to 
refill it though.  Didn't want to have to explain where all the 
pills had gone. 
    He stared at his cast in hatred.  Why the fuck did it feel so 
itchy? He just wanted to rip it off, but he wasn't stupid.  He 
was going in for an x-ray on Monday of next week.  He could last 
another three days. 
    He came downstairs, he was late for school, but he didn't 
care.  Realization struck him and he swore.  If he was late, he 
wouldn't be able to get Tammy to carry his books.  He'd have to 
do something different with Tammy today, and he had to remember 
to talk to...who did he have to talk to? Ah yes, Judy.  He had to 
make sure everything was ok for their date.  His first date, but 
boy was it going to be a big one.  And he'd fix a date with Tammy 
for the next night.  About time he stopped fooling arround.  
Every guy in the whole school would be envious of him. 
    Chris went down and left for school, walking this time.  His 
arm still itched like hell.  He took another two tablets. 

                *               *               * 

    Chris walked up to Tammy's locker, she was there of course.  
In english class she had been sitting in her old seat--that had 
pissed him off.  Derek had grinned nastily at him.  Well he'd 
show Derek up. 
    "Tammy, how are you? Missed you in English class."  He was 
friendly and direct.  He was good at pretending he was friendly 
now. 
    "Oh, hi Chris" said Tammy, sounding less than enthusiastic.  
"Missed you too." 
    *The hell you did* thought Chris.  *But that will change*. 
    "Well, I'll make sure I'm here on time next time" he said.  
"I'm not surprised you didn't wait for me." 
    "Oh, that's ok" said Tammy, obviously confused by the fact he 
was appologising to her. 
    "I was thinking Tammy, you've been so nice to me lately, I'd 
like to pay you back.  What say I buy you lunch over at the 
grease pit?" 
    "I can't date you Chris" said Tammy, suddonly launching into 
an obviously already prepared speech.  "I'm quite happy with 
Derek and I'm really not looking for another guy." 
    Chris burst into a carefully prepared laugh, she was so 
stupid, he knew all this was coming.  "Tammy, I'm not asking you 
out! I'm already dating Judy.  I just genuinely wanted to thank 
you for being so nice to me."
    "But..." she began.
    "I know," interrupted Chris, "I've been flirting with you, 
but thats just fooling around, you know, like when Derek fools 
arround with girls."  He watched in approval as a look of 
disapproval crossed her face.  She didn't like Derek flirting 
with other girls.  "But I understand if you don't want me to 
flirt with you." 
    "Thats ok" said Tammy, once again playing right into the palm 
of his hands.  "Theres no reason why I can't have a friendly 
lunch with you.  Derek can go to hell.  He's such a asshole 
sometime.  He insists that you want me and that I have to tell 
you off." 
    "But I do want you" said Chris taking Tammy's right hand in 
his left.  "As a friend.  Is it so strange that I want to be just 
your friend?" 
    Tammy looked at him strangely, somewhat scaredly, he had 
guessed right again.  All of her male friend had probably been 
fuck-friends.  She was as simple as one of those ditzes in a 
badly written novel. 
    "Oh Chris" she said, and hugged him.  He hugged her back, 
winking at some fat kid who looked like a blabber mouth.  Derek 
should be happy to hear about this. 
    "Well, I have to go to math now Tammy" said Chris in a 
regretful voice.  "Don't feel bad about Derek, he's a nice guy, 
he's just a little jealous and overprotective." 
    "Just a little, eh?" said Tammy sarcasticly.  "Thats why I 
like you Chris, you're not at all like him." 
    Chris smiled.  Everything was going exactly as he planned. 


                *               *               * 

    "Wait up Judy!" yelled Chris.  He ran after her.  It was 
lunch time, and he'd been looking for her for a while.  She 
stopped and turned to face him. 
    "Oh, hi Chris" she said and smiled at him.  Not a very happy 
smile, she wasn't too pleased with him lately which was 
understandable. 
    "Look Judy" said Chris.  "First thing I want to do is 
appologize for being such a jerk lately.  I know I've been 
running arround with Tammy like some kid, but I was just fooling 
arround.  There wasn't anything serious in it or anything." 
    "Well you havn't had much time for me lately" she said, "not 
like we're dating or anything, but I kinda thought you'd at least 
talk to me what with us going out tonight."  Chris blushed 
somewhat, it was hard to make yourself blush but he managed. 
    "Sorry about that too Judy, my head hasn't quite been screwed 
on right lately.  Maybe its the medication."  He cursed himself, 
he sounded like a scared mouse, why did she make him so nervous? 
And why the hell was she saying that they wern't dating? "Judy, 
what do you mean by that we're not dating or anything?" 
    "Well, we're not Chris, one date that hasn't even happened 
doesn't exactly make us an item".  She smiled at him.  "I mean 
its not like we've been going out for a while or anything." 
    "Well don't worry" said Chris.  "After tonight you'll change 
your tune.  I've got plans Judy, big plans for tonight."  Judy 
smiled at Chris, a genuine smile this time. 
    "Well I'll be looking forward to it then.  Why don't we go 
over to Macendowl's for lunch then?" 
    "Lunch?" Chris stood there, a confused look on his face.  He 
had to do something at lunch, he knew he had to.  What was wrong 
with his head? His arm itched like hell. 
    "Chris? Are you all-right?" Judy looked at him in genuine 
concern. His face was all twisted, like he was thinking so hard 
his head might split.  "Chris?" 
    "No! I can't go to lunch, I'm busy."  He walked away from 
her. "I'm sorry, I'll see you at eight then."  *Whats wrong with *
*me* he thought to himself. 
    *Whats wrong with him?* wondered Judy. 
    Chris walked down the hall, his head hurt like hell.  His arm 
was burning with itch.  He almost smashed his cast into a wall, 
but refrained, he had to keep his arm still.  He had to give it 
all the chance it could to heal, but it was driving him insane! 
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of pills, 
threw them into his mouth and started chewing.  He gagged, ran 
over to a water fountain and spat them out.  He looked at the 
chewed up pills in shock.  Was he insane? He'd taken a handful of 
about ten pills out of his pocket, was he trying to kill himself? 
He washed out his mouth with water carefully, he couldn't take 
this anymore.  He had to go talk to Dr....Dr...Dr. Whatshisname.  
He couldn't wait until Monday to get his arm fixed.  He began to 
run to the main school office.  People stared at him as he ran 
by. 
    "I've got to go home" he said as he ran into the main office.  
"My arm hurts really bad, I have to go get it checked." 
    "Sure thing Chris" said some secretary he'd never seen 
before. "You're over 18 right?" 
    "Yes" lied Chris.  "I can't sign though, my arm you know." 
    "Thats ok" said the secretary, "I'll sign for you.  You go 
get that arm checked." 
    "Thanks" said Chris, and ran outside.  *Fat bitch*.  He ran 
outside the office, outside the school, and ran home.  He 
couldn't help himself, his entire body burned with inner fire.  
His arm itched horribly.  His skin also itched, but compared to 
his arm it was nothing.  He reached his home in five minutes.  
The driveway was empty, thank god, his mom was out.  He fumbled 
for his key and opened the door, slamming it shut as he went in.  
He was staggering now, he felt so light headed, and itchy.  He 
grabbed for the phone.  He had to call the doctor. 
    *No don't* he thought.  *They'll insist on keeping me over for *
*observation.  They might put me in that fucking hospital again.  *
*I couldn't take that.  Sleep, all I need is sleep. *
    He staggered to his bed and lay down, it wasn't that bad, the 
itching.  He was getting use to it now, sort of like getting used 
to your arm being on fire.  He felt sick to his stomach, probably 
those pills.  Oh well, he couldn't call until tomorrow at least.  
He had big plans for tonight. 
    *No I don't*.  The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.  
He had no plans for tonight, none at all.  How could he have been 
so stupid? He was dating the girl of his dreams tonight, and he 
had no idea where he was taking her.  What could he do? Seth, 
seth told him to get a truck.  He'd get a truck and take her out 
to lookout point.  It was romantic there.  It was nice there. 
    *She was almost killed there.*  He swore, was his brain totally 
fucked? That would be the worst place to take her.  Where could 
he take her that was private, and romantic, and nice. 
    *How about the badlands?*  He swore again.  That was crazy, the 
badlands were quiet, private, but far from romantic and nice.  He 
didn't want to take her to a movie, there were no good movies in 
Meaford. Local town activities included drinking and fucking in 
the woods (and what with the wolf scare there had been a lot more 
drinking lately). Where was he supposed to take her? He couldn't 
even have her over to his place to watch movies on the VCR.  His 
parents would be here, great first date.  And this had to be a 
great first date. 
    He'd have to ask Bill. 
    But of course that dumb fuck Bill was still in school.  Why 
wasn't he ever there when he needed him? If Bill had been 
quicker, maybe he wouldn't have lost his arm.  That fucked up 
piece of shit owed him big. 
    *No, I'm glad it happened. *
    What was this? Was he going insane? But strangely, it was 
true. He was glad that wolf had mauled his arm.  It had really 
done him a favor.  He had found strength through losing his arm.  
He'd learned to stop taking shit from people.  He learned to 
stand up for himself. Thank god for that wolf infact.  It was 
worth Rick's death and his arm for him to get where he was today.  
He'd changed all-right, and it was all for the better. 
    He took a pad of paper and propped it up against his knee.  
He'd write Judy a poem while he was waiting.  He was good at 
poetry. 
    "The body of devil, but she has an angel's heart" he said out 
loud, and frowned.  Not good, he was getting into something horny 
and that wasn't good.  Not too impressive for her if he just 
treated her like a sex object. 
    "My love for her is greater than the greatest tree.  I can 
only hope one day that she will also love me."  He paused for a 
second.  "Shit thas sucks."  It did suck.  What the hell was he 
doing? He was rhyming off words like some 8 year old.  Poetry 
didn't need to rhyme, he had to feel it.  He wasn't feeling 
poetic.  He hadn't felt poetic in a long time now.  "Fuck it, its 
all bullshit anyway" he said and tossed the pad of paper accross 
the room.  It hit a picture on his dresser.  A picture of him, 
and his mom and dad, at Disney World.  He was nine.  That was 
when dad took him mom and him on the "I'm sorry" vacation after 
that little bit of business with the 17 year old slut.  How dad 
had afforded it Chris did not know, probably embezzled the money.  
The picture fell to the floor with a crash.  The glass broke. 
    "Shit" said Chris and rolled out of bed.  He liked that 
picture.  He was smiling in it and very happy.  He bent over to 
pick it up. 
    "FUCK!" he swore, he had cut himself on the glass.  "You 
stupid fuck!" he said and hurled the picture into the hall.  It 
smashed into the wall and dented it.  Chris teetered off balance.  
He fell forward onto the floor, his hand landing in broken glass.  
Shards rammed into his hand.  He gasped, but did not scream.  
Gently he lifted his hand, it was cut in four places.  He walked 
to the bathroom, his feet crushing small particles of glass.  He 
nudged the door open, his hand was dripping blood.  He held it in 
front of the mirror and let the blood drip in the sink.  It hurt 
like hell. 
    His arm was still itching. 
    How was he supposed to get the glass out with one hand? He 
had to get it out.  He walked to the phone and nudged it off the 
hook with his head.  He dialed 0 with his tongue.  He sat down on 
the floor and tilted his head so it matched the hanging receiver.  
He nudged it onto his shoulder. 
    "Operator, how may I help you" asked the nasal slightly 
annoyed feminine voice of the operator. 
    "I've cut my hand quite badly" said Chris in a calm voice.  
"Could you please put me through to Meaford General?" 
    "Meaford General what?" asked the operator. 
    "Why the Caladash General Store of course" said Chris.  "I 
want to order some drain cleaner to poor on my cuts! Meaford 
General Hospital you stupid...please do it quickly, there is 
quite a bit of blood."  The operator did not respond, their was a 
click in the background, the phone rang.  It rang six times. 
    *Oh this is fucking amazing* thought Chris.  *I can't even get *
*through to what passes for the local medical unit*. 
    "Hello?" it was the sleepy voice of Angela Parker, 
receptionist/nurse for Meaford General.  "Can I help you?" 
    "Yes" said Chris.  "I've slashed up my right hand on some 
glass and I'm in need of medical attention.  Could you please 
send an ambulance for me?" 
    "How badly is it cut sir? The ambulence is for medical 
emergencies only, are you in need of immediate attention?" 
    "Oh I'm sure I could hang onto my life for a few more hours, 
but unfortunately I can't make it to the hospital myself.  This 
is Chris Berrington, my other arm is broken you see, so I am 
effectively armless." 
    "Oh, Chris! Right away! I'll tell Stan to get to it on the 
double!" 
    "Perhaps you would like my address" asked Chris politely. 
    "Oh, yes, that would help" said Angela tittering.  "Never 
talked to a hero before." 
    "Neither have I" said Chris, and told her his address.  He 
then let the phone drop to the floor, and sat down to wait for 
the ambulance.  He amused himself by thinking of what he would 
have done to that operator and that receptionist if they were 
there before him.  He hated stupid people.  Hated them with an 
almost obsessive fury.  He would kill those women if they were 
before him, but first he would make them hurt." 

                *               *               * 

     "Well Chris" said Dr. Crawford, "it was worse than it 
looked.  Alot of blood, but very little actual damage.  How do 
you feel though? You don't look too well." 
    "Oh, I'm fine Dr., just a little shaken up.  It's scarry 
being without the use of either of your hands." 
    "Yes, I can understand that" said Dr. Crawford. 
    *You don't understand shit* thought Chris.  He almost asked Dr. 
Crawford about his arm, about the itching, but he didn't.  He had 
a big date tonight, he had to get out of this little stink hole 
hospitol. 
    "Could you call me a cab Dr.?" asked Chris pleasently.  "I 
want to get home before my mother discovers the pool of blood and 
thinks something is wrong." 
    "Oh, certainly" said Dr. Crawford.  "How's your arm Chris?" 
    "No change I'm affraid" lied Chris.  "Oh damn, I forgot to 
fill my perscription! Shit, I'll have to get out to the drug 
store somehow I guess." 
    "Oh, just a second Chris" said Dr. Crawford.  "What are you 
taking, Thiominicin?"  Chris nodded.  "Fourty or sixty milligram 
tablets?" asked Dr. Crawford. 
    "Sixty" said Chris.  He had no idea how many milligrams were 
in the pills he took, but more was better.  Dr. Crawford handed 
him a small bottle. 
    "Theres three pills in here, that should last you until you 
get to the drugstore." 
    "Thanks Doc, thanks alot" said Chris.  *Stupid bastard, wasn't *
*worth it for three tablets*. 
    "I'll be seing you Chris" said Dr. Crawford. 
    *Not if I can help it* thought Chris, and stepped wordlessly 
into his cab. 

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    "It's all-right Chris, I understand" said Judy.  Chris fumed.  
He hated this, he hated canceling his date, but what was the 
point? He had no hands.  Wasn't much you could do on a date if 
you had no hands. Needed one hand, at least, for everything. 
    "Listen Judy, as soon as my hand heals I'll make it up to 
you, I promise" said Chris.  "The Dr. said it wasn't bad, maybe 
Sunday?" 
    "Oh Chris," said Judy, "there's no way you'll be better in 
two days.  Lets say next Friday, if you're better."  Judy was 
pleased, Chris sounded really appologetic, not all haughty like 
he had been lately.  And he was obviously really disturbed over 
having to break there date.  Maybe he was over this little fling 
with popularity, now he'd be back to his old self. 
    "Well, we'll see then Judy," said Chris, "but I think I'm 
going to be better really soon.  Really soon." 
    "Well I hope you do, bye Chris, I'll come over and visit you 
tomorrow.  How would that be? Two o'clock sound good?" 
    "Any time is good with you" said Chris.  "I'll be ready, and 
waiting." 
    "Bye Chris" said Judy. 
    "Bye Judy" said Chris. 
    Judy hung up her phone, Chris' mother hung up his phone. 
    Chris went to be early that night.  Ten o'clock.  He had to 
go to bed though, now his hand was itching.  Itching just like 
his arm.  He doped himself up on his good old pain killer and 
sunk right away into blissful sleep.  It was good stuff that 
Thiawhatever.  He had to get more, he'd get his mother to get it, 
and if she asked about where all the pills had gone? He'd worry 
about that if it happened. 

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Ack! The end! :)

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