Randy and Walter: Killers

by Tristan Slaughter

  “Yes, they are clones of the first humans. Well, the first to have evolved fully. They realized that the population would need to be controlled. So they created the system. A system not unlike a computer system and through it they control the media, television, radio and other means, by this they control the population. They have implanted our bodies with several million microchips that keep us alive. The chosen ones they chose to aid them for all eternity. But they are tired and so are we. We need your help. And you will help us.”

  The two agents stepped around Dr. Granin and grabbed Walter.

  “Take him to his brother,” Dr. Granin said as they pulled Walter out of the room.

  Behind him, Walter could see Christine’s hand twitch. He looked up at the two children and they stared down at him mercilessly as he was pulled towards the exit.

  Just before he was pulled completely out of the room, Walter noticed a nearby computer monitor. On the monitor were the words:

  NEW TESTAMENT

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  Chapter 22

  Walter was put into a dark room with no lights. He couldn’t see but he could hear the breathing of another man nearby.

  “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my bastard of a brother,” said the voice Walter recognized immediately as Randy. The lights came on and soft white light covered the room in an ominous glow.

  Randy and Walter stood face to face. Closer than Walter had expected.

  “You know what they want, don’t you, Rand?” Walter asked his brother.

  Randy put up a single finger and shook it in Walter’s face. “First things first. You set me up,” Randy said.

  “Wait a minute now...” Walter said but was interrupted when Randy punched him in the face. Walter went down hard, blood trickling down his face from a bloody nose. He looked up just as Randy kicked him in the stomach. “I got a fucking piece of metal in my head now, you prick!” Randy kicked Walter again in the chest and Walter felt one of his ribs break.

  When Randy went to kick him a third time, Walter grabbed his leg and brought Randy down. He crawled on top of Randy and punched him but when his fist hit Randy’s face, Walter felt metal underneath the flesh where bone should have been. His knuckles shattered and Walter cried out in pain.

  “You know what they want! What did that little bitch say to you?” Walter yelled at Randy, his broken hand now pulsing with agony.

  Randy started laughing and threw Walter off him easily. Walter came down onto his back, his head striking the floor. He saw stars for a second.

  “She wants us to free her and I know how,” Randy said as he sat up.

  The two brothers sat on the floor, staring at each other with pure hatred.

  “I need your help, Walter. The system’s too strong for us to fight it. But we can free her.”

  Walter stared at his brother. “How?”

  Randy stood up, “We kill her. That’s what she wants. She doesn’t want us to live, either. I say we do what she says.” Randy put a helping hand out to his brother. “We can redeem ourselves, brother.”

  Walter looked up at Randy and said, “How was she created exactly?”

  Randy dropped his hand down to his side and went to one knee so he could face Walter. “Do you remember taking the infant to the clearing?”

  “Yes. Why?”

  “That wasn’t entirely imaginary. The girl you were talking to wasn’t your daughter. She wasn’t human, but she was real. She’s a being from another dimension. A dimension not unlike our own. That’s what they want. The system wants to control that dimension as well as our own.”

  “So then I didn’t create her,” Walter said. “With my mind.”

  “No, you didn’t. They just want you to think that so you’ll help them.”

  “Why did she come here? Why to me?” Walter asked.

  “She wanted to take the system down. Who better to come to for help than someone who has so much hate in them? The only thing she didn’t expect was for her to become a part of you.” Randy got back to his feet and put out his hand again. This time Walter took it and Randy helped him up. “The funny thing is that her dimension wants to control us, too.”

  Walter smiled and said, “Fuck this system. I’m not going to be controlled anymore. Let’s go make them pay for this.”

  The brothers turned towards the door and began to try to exit but the door was locked. Walter looked at Randy. “How do we get out of here?”

  “You don’t,” a voice said.

  The brothers looked around to see where the voice had come from. It was the voice of a little girl. But it wasn’t Christine.

  “Eve,” Walter said. He walked into the middle of the room and yelled, “What do you want!”

  Now a boy spoke, “We have what we want. The girl is awake now. She’s agreed to aid us.”

  “That’s bullshit! She hates you, she would never help you!” Randy yelled.

  Now both the girl and the boy spoke as one. “She lied to you. We have no need for you anymore. You will kill each other in this room.”

  The brothers ran to the metal door and tried to pry it open but it wouldn’t budge. But the two wouldn’t give up; they continued to attempt to open the door.

  In a small control room stood nine men in black suits who monitored Randy and Walter with a hidden camera. One of them pushed a red button labeled ACTIVATE and a piercing siren filled the room containing the two brothers.

  Randy grabbed his head in pain and so did Walter, the two brothers dropping to their knees; their noses bleeding. Then the pain dissipated and they looked at each other with renewed anger in their eyes. They stood up and ran at each other. Randy punched Walter in the stomach who in turn grabbed Randy by the throat and pushed him against the wall. Randy brought his fist into Walter’s stomach again and Walter slammed his brother’s head against the wall. Randy’s eyes rolled up in their sockets as Walter slammed his brother’s head against the wall again and again. He then flung Randy towards the door. Randy found himself falling into the door but there was no door. Instead he slammed against the white tiled floor of the hallway. White light shone into his eyes making him temporarily blind.

  Walter stood staring at the now open door for a second before he exited the room. Once in the hallway, the anger disappeared. Walter helped Randy up.

  “My head really hurts now,” Randy said, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand.

  Walter looked at his brother. “Sorry for that. I don’t know what happened.”

  “Yeah. Forget it,” Randy replied.

  The two looked down towards the end of the stark hallway.

  “Let’s go,” Walter said. Shielding their eyes, they began to make their way towards the room with Christine in it.

  Dr. Granin walked into the control room and yelled at the men standing there like robots,

  “Who opened the damned door? They should both be dead right now but instead their almost at the girl. I want to know whose responsible for this.”

  One of the agents walked towards Dr. Granin. “I believe she is responsible, sir.”

  Granin shook his head in anger. “Everyone grab their guns. We’ll kill those two ourselves. You should have already gone after them.”

  Another agent walked towards Dr. Granin, “Are you sure the girl is telling the truth, sir? What if she is just trying to control us also?”

  Dr. Granin looked at the agent. “Then we’ll just have to kill her, too. Now come on, there’s no time to lose.”

  Dr. Granin and the agents grabbed their guns and left the control room in single file to find and kill Randy and Walter.

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  Chapter 23

  Randy and Walter stood in the large room with the blue lights, looking at the glass cylinder which held Christine.

  “I was afraid of this girl,” Randy said. “The two of you ruined my life.”

  Walter walked clos
er to Christine as Randy watched him silently. Behind the two brothers, the door opened and the agents came in holding small black assault weapons. Randy turned to face the agents as they aimed their guns towards him. Dr. Granin raised a hand to stop the agents as he walked in front of them, a smile creasing his face.

  Walter didn’t see any of this behind him, he was only watching Christine. She was awake and watching the events in front of her, her eyes wide and seeing.

  Then something happened that forced everyone in the room to shiver with fear, including the two children above the room.

  Christine started laughing, her voice echoing throughout the room. Walter backed away and turned to face Randy who had turned to watch Christine also.

  For a moment the two brothers stared at each other.

  “What you did to those kids is unforgivable. You helped create this girl,” Walter said to Randy.

  Randy started to back away from Walter, shaking his head in denial. Behind him the agents lowered their guns and Dr. Granin turned around.

  “Everyone out, now,” Dr. Granin ordered. His face was slack, as if someone was controlling him. The agents took on the same look.

  The agents left the room; Dr. Granin followed, the steel doors closing as he left. Above the two brothers, the two children watched silently as Randy and Walter faced each other.

  “It was Christine, she did that to them, she made them leave,” Randy said. “Neither of us is leaving this room,” he said with a smile. “It has to be this way.”

  Walter returned the smile and replied, “Yeah, brother, I see that now. We were never meant to leave this room.” He pointed behind him at Christine. “And neither was she.”

  Walter turned back around to look at Christine who floated in her glass prison. She was still laughing.

  “Help me with this,” Walter asked Randy. “We’ll push her over and end this once and for all.”

  Randy moved up next to his brother and the two stared into each other’s eyes, knowing this was the only way.

  Together they ran at the large glass cylinder and placed their hands on the sides. The brothers rocked the tube back and forth and it began to wobble.

  With the sound of breaking supports connecting it to the floor, the glass tube fell over, the glass breaking as the liquid splashed across the floor in a small wave.

  Walter walked around until he was standing in shattered glass pieces that were the cylinder and the small form of Christine which was now on the cement floor.

  She’d stopped laughing and was now coughing up a thick, brown mucus. She gazed up at Walter and shook her head no. Perhaps now that her death was imminent she was having second thoughts, but she was too weak to get into Walter’s mind and stop him from his next action.

  She was completely helpless.

  Randy watched as Walter brought his foot up above Christine’s head and brought it down with a sickening thunk. Her head was crushed beneath his boot and Walter turned his foot several times in the muck as though he were squishing a bug beneath his foot. He looked up at the two children who seemed to be in some sort of daze.

  “Now what?” Randy asked.

  “Now it’s time to end this for good,” Walter replied.

  Walter stepped across Christine’s corpse towards Randy and the two grappled, punching each other. Walter punched Randy in the face who in turn punched Walter in the face. Walter reached down as Randy punched him in the stomach and his free hand grabbed a piece of glass from the shattered tube off of the floor. He didn’t notice that Randy had done the same. Walter brought up the shard of glass like a dagger and jabbed into Randy’s genitals. Randy cried out as he was cut open.

  Randy brought his own shard of glass down into Walter’s neck and cut downwards, making a jagged slice through his throat. Blood ran down Walter’s throat as the two fell to their knees. The brothers put their heads together as the blood pooled around their legs. Walter took the glass out of Randy’s genitals and raised it to Randy’s throat. He cut into the meat of his neck and blood poured out of the gash. Randy gasped for air as his body went limp and fell to the side.

  Walter looked down at the body of his now deceased brother as he struggled for air. He put his hand to his throat and felt the warmth of blood cover his hand. The piece of glass was still in there. He grasped the shard which cut into his fingers, and with a sharp thrust, he forced the glass the rest of the way through his throat, nearly severing his head from his shoulders.

  Walter’s lifeless body fell to the cement floor next to his brother and the little red haired girl. Above them, Adam and Eve had come out of their daze and were now smiling to each other.

  Dr. Granin reentered the room and walked over to the three lifeless bodies followed closely by the agents.

  He looked down and grinned. “Clean up this mess,” he said to the agents before he turned and left the room. He stopped to look up at the two children, who smiled down at him. He flashed them a thumbs up and left the room.

  As he left the room, he turned to see that one of the agents had followed him out the door.

  “What do you want?” Dr. Granin asked the agent once they were in the hallway. “I told you to clean that mess up.”

  The agent looked at Dr. Granin and took off his glasses. “I just wanted to ensure that the project was a success, sir.”

  Dr. Granin smiled and replied, “Yes, of course it was.”

  “Then the girl...Christine...she told you the location of the doorway?”

  Dr. Granin shook his head no and said, “Not me. She told Eve. She trusted Eve for some reason. Said she reminded her of her sister.”

  “I don’t understand, sir. I thought we needed the girl alive?”

  “No, never. We only needed her to trust us, so she would tell us the location of the doorway.”

  “And the brothers? Why did we need them?”

  “We needed them to find the doorway so they would inadvertently release her. Out of their own hatreds we knew that one of them would find her. She was drawn to their violence, their aura of hate.”

  “So the project? Is it still in effect?”

  “Yes, so far the project is working out better than we ever anticipated. Soon we’ll have control over not just our own world but others as well. Christine’s death will bring others like her here. And when they open the doorway again, we’ll be ready.”

  The agent put his glasses back on and asked, “Where is the doorway exactly, sir?”

  Dr. Granin smiled and answered, “Birmington. The entire town is the doorway. That’s why we allowed it to burn.” Dr. Granin put a reassuring hand on the agent’s shoulder and continued, “I want you to burn the bodies of all three of them. Leave no evidence. Find anyone left in Birmington and bring them here to be executed. No one must know the truth. When the doorway opens again we must be ready and there can be no witnesses but us.”

  “This is what Adam and Eve want?” the agent asked.

  Dr. Granin looked at the agent with such a hard glare that the man took a step back.

  “This is what I want. Adam and Eve are nothing but pawns in a much bigger game. The game board is mine now. Now go do what I say.”

  The agent looked frightened but straightened up and went back into the room. Dr. Granin smiled to himself and went into another doorway to the left side of the hall. The door had been hidden and it looked as if it was just a part of the wall. He pressed a hidden keypad and the door slid open.

  Inside the doorway were a flight of stairs that lead upwards. Dr. Granin walked up the stairs and into another control room. Monitors showed the faces and bodies of Adam and Eve. Or rather what was once Adam and Eve. Now they were nothing but mere puppets. His puppets.

  Dr. Granin smiled to himself as the two lifeless children looked downwards to the floor below as they watched the agents dispose of the three bodies. He stepped through a door to his right, walked down a hallway until he came to the two cylinders containing Adam and Eve. He stared at the floating bodies for just a
minute and then he disconnected one of the tubes that came out of Eve’s head and inserted the tube into his arm.

  Immediately the dark liquid flowed out of her head and into his body. He relished the power that he felt come from her, from both of them.

  In his mind’s eye he could now see throughout the world. From this room he controlled every person on Earth and did with them as he wanted.

  Dr. Granin found pleasure in the fact that nobody would ever know the truth of the world. It existed as he wanted it to. The true face of control was his own. In all reality, Dr. Granin was a God. He was the only God.

  Control. Every man, woman and child, happy in the blissful ignorance of their own misguided lives. All controlled by one man who wanted to be God, no, wait…who was God.

  Perhaps there is no such thing as a happy ending.

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