CHOOSE YOUR OWN MINDFUCK: A Night in Eighth Block Tower (A48)
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You’ve decided to walk away…
“Set some kibble out and your cat will come back on its own,” you say. “I have a lot of experience with cats. Trust me, once it gets hungry, it’ll be back.”
“No, you don’t understand,” she pleads, grabbing you at the forearm. “She’s not like other cats!”
You immediately retract your arm and take a step away from her. “Look, lady… I’m not sure what it is you want with me, but to be honest, I don’t have time for it. Not tonight. Now, I’ve really got to be going.”
You nod politely, as if to say goodbye, then turn away and walk towards the stairwell. She continues to shout at you, even after you’re long out of sight.
“Coward! Spineless toad! Super… shit face!” Her words echo throughout the stairwell. You do your best to ignore them and continue walking.
Not even a full flight down, you cross paths with a young woman who’s lugging two oversized black trash bags down the steps. They’re stuffed to the max and look to be at least fifty pounds each. She’s struggling. When she sees you, she instantly bursts into a fit of laughter.
“Let me guess,” she says, wiping a tear from her eye. “You’re super shit face?”
You’re embarrassed, but still you laugh along with her.
“It appears so,” you say.
She shakes her head. “Well, if it’s any consolation, your face doesn’t look so shitty to me. Certainly not super shitty.”
“Honestly, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in a long, long time,” you say. “What’s your name? I didn’t catch it.”
“That’s cause I never threw it,” she says, then eyes you suspiciously. “You always hit on girls so quickly after pissing off the last one?”
“Man, I don’t even know her!” you say, stepping down onto the landing where she’s parked her trash bags. “She’s just mad because I won’t help her find her cat.”
“What? Why won’t you help her find her cat, you asshole?” she asks, smiling as she says it.
“Who has time for that?” you say. She shrugs her shoulders, then nods in agreement.
“I understand that,” she says. “I sure don’t.”
You look down at her bags and kick one of them lightly, just to get a feel for what’s inside. They’re packed solid. Hardly any give at all.
“Damn. Whatchu got in these things? Gravel?”
She shakes her head. “You don’t want to know. Believe me.”
“You look like you could use some help,” you say, but she laughs at the offer.
“Help? From who? You? The spineless toad?” she says. “I thought you didn’t have time to help anyone?”
You’re getting annoyed. The teasing has gone on long enough. You throw up your arms in surrender.
“Fine. You don’t want help? No sweat off my back. I’ll be seein’ ya,” you say, descending the staircase once again.
“Bee,” she says. You stop and look back at her. “The name’s Bee. Tell me, super shit face… are you looking for a way out of here?”
A way out? That’s exactly what you’re looking for.
“How’d you know?” you ask.
“I just know you Eighth Block type,” she says. “Always looking for a way out of this tower. I do really well here.”
“You do well here? What do you mean by that?”
“Well, I provide a certain service that opens a doorway for you hum junkies… so to speak. It’s the ultimate escape. You really haven’t heard my name around here before? I’m pretty popular in these parts.”
You shake your head.
“What about Jubelicide? Ever heard of that?”
“I just got here tonight,” you say. “I don’t know anybody.”
She nods and looks you over, head to toe.
“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.
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