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| John dies in the end |
John filled his glass
again and leaned back on his flexible chair. It was quite long since
the last time he had an alcoholic drink and the whiskey tasted
surprisingly well. He had to admit, he loved this beverage from the
first time he had drunk it. And this one was also special because was
imported right from Scotland and was thirty years old.
He made one sip, looked
through the glass at the sun and saw it setting over the horizon. He
almost forgot those days when he could afford such a luxury of doing
nothing and just experiencing the moment.
He turned head and looked
for a while at the forest. It was real. Yes, you heard me right first
time, he looked at forest and it wasn't artificial, it was green,
good smelling real forest and each tree in it , odd and even was
real. It's hard to imagine this today but then it wasn't that a big
deal to see forest made from wood. Not plastic and metal, like today.
Some of us don't know at
all or, maybe, don't remember what is wood and I am totally convinced
that things will continue disappear and later generations will have
forgotten a lot of things that we still know or maybe will invent and
start using in the near future. Life is life. But let's go back to
John.
He wasn't sitting there
looking at the sunset and watching the shadows from the trees in the
forest slowly lengthen towards the lake, without reason. He was
waiting and the time of his waiting had passing with the speed of
stars, lightening on the sky.
John was sitting on the
chair on the porch of the cabin in the woods near lake in the state
Man in USA and suddenly he realized that his waiting was over. He saw
the light from private footpath in the woods and in that moment calm
wind touched his face. He knew they were coming and they hadn't
disappointed him.
After a while he saw two
dark figures approaching the cabin and he stood up. They wore shabby
clothes and one of them had a lantern. Besides the two wore black
robes there was a considerable difference between them. The one with
the lantern was tall and skinny and the second one was short and
plump.
After reaching the porch
stairs they stayed about a minute just watching at John. Well it was
what John had thought because he didn't see their faces under the
hood.
“Hello, John”, said
John to the tall figure. “I thought you would come alone, without
John”.
“I'm glad to see you
too”, laughed plump one. “They said you are funny and don't ask
stupid questions, but I'm happy to admit that you are just funny”.
He burst out laughing and
it some time for him to came back to normal. Both Johnes stayed
silent and just looked at each other and it seemed that they hadn't
noticed laughing plump ball rolling on the ground before porch.
“We heard you are
looking for a permanent job, John,”, said tall John, “our
organization would be honored to have such a professional, like you
among us. Your skills are sharp and your presence will increase our
chances in the Fight. Besides that you know that the thing you are
looking for belongs to our organization and grand master will be
pleased to give it and a lot of more in case of victory. It's a win
win situation John, you have nothing to loose, admit it and join us”
“I know the price and
I've already received an invitation”, answered John. He gave long
cool heavy look to both tall and plump John. “ Grand master has the
vase and he knows that the vase is mine”
“The vase is sacred for
our order...”, started plump John.
“Shut the fuck up!”,
shouted John. “The vase is mine!The vase was mine and will be mine!
In the lowest circle of hell and in the highest of heavens the vase
will be mine!” John was furious, he wasn't that furious since the
moment he realized he lost his precious vase.
“You!” John pointed
finger at the tall John, “You will bring the answer to your Grand master”.
Tall John bowed and asked
calmly:
“What would be the
answer?”
“The answer would be
him”, John pointed plump John with his glass of whiskey and slowly,
staring short man right in the darkness under the hood started
turning the glass. Whiskey started pouring on the porch, slowly, drop
by drop. With the last drop of whiskey felt from the glass plump John
hit the ground. He was dead.