The usual suspect 1:
“April, 13th 2015 will be the greatest day of your life!”
Yes what a fucking great day! I swear I could just kill the clairvoyant with my bare hands, just the idea of having succumbed to his prophecy….God Damn it! Screw it…screw him! Freaking bum – all is lost.
Tears started flowing down my eyes, sliding off my face, they slipped over my collar, streaming towards my heart.
My heart Kia, the only woman whom I loved and for whom I started this venture – “Ki & Kia” – for her to be happy ever after. To woo her again, to get her back to me…to bridge the chasm between us, a small gap that had slowly widened into a canyon. I, or rather we had put everything on this deal, a gamble that was sure to pay off, it had been predicted. Of course, by the one and only Oracle – the clairvoyant. Oh why! You damn Oracle! Why had you to be wrong this time! I should have known better than not to have the deal closure meeting on this day! The fucking greatest day of my life. ‘Ki will be reborn on this day!’ Heck No! Dead I am! All is lost…what will I say to Kia – my Kia – she is sure to leave me now…our partnership broken – Ki and Kia separated – the company dissolved…Shit!!
Taking a deep breath I rang the bell to the apartment. The door flung open instantly, and there stood Kia – my Kia, just like I had seen her all those years ago – full of life and energy. She failed to notice my demeanor, and shouted, “I knew it! The contract had to get signed today. I am glad we picked April the 13th, after all Oracle did mention that it will be the greatest day of your life.”
I wanted to scream, “No Kia – there is no fucking contract – Trump backstabbed us – we are screwed.”
But I flashed a grin, and continued walking towards the bar. In her enthusiasm, she overtook me, picked a champagne bottle from the ice bucket, popped it open and filled up two flutes, each with a ‘K’ engraved on it. The blue K for me, and the pink one hers.
A souvenir from Nice….ah Nice….it seemed like ages ago… our last happy vacation…
As if remembering something, she got up and walked to the kitchen. “I forgot all about the hors d’oeuvres, I will be back in two shakes, honey!”
Aghast, I picked up a glass and drained it off and proceeded to refill. What should I tell her, how should I fucking tell her that all is lost?
“Honey – should we raise a toast?” She asked, looking closely at the flute glass on the bar table she picked it up and clinked it against mine – “Cheers for a new life to us Ki and Kia.”
We both drained off the champagne.
I have to tell her now, regardless of what happens I have to tell her the truth…
Suddenly Kia fell gasping on the floor, foaming at the mouth, kicking lashing out…”Help help help me Help me Ki…Ki..Kieth help me Kieeeth….”
In my stupor, I thought I was hearing things, then in a frenzy the face of Keith Trump loomed before me, replaced by Kia’s indifference at my arrival, transforming into her closely inspecting the flute glass. I looked at the glass in my hand…its pink K was staring at me as if trying to reiterate:
“April, 13th 2015 will be the greatest day of your life!”
The Usual Suspect: 2
At the very first bell, ringing and indicating that my anxiety and apprehension had reached a zenith, I opened the door hurriedly. There he stood a little lost and perhaps a lot sad, rather pensive. Ki, the Ki whom I had loved many years ago…now a distant ghost of my past. A lost light in his eyes.
Wake up Kia, a voice shuddered from within me. “What is he doing here? He should not have made it back.”
Before I could recover, he was already on his way to the bar.
Hurriedly, I beat him to the bar, popped the champagne and poured it out on the glasses already laid out and ready. My confused mind still trying to get a handle on things, my mouth making small sycophant talks.
Excusing myself to bring appetizers, I tried to recompose myself, “Think, strategize what should you do, Kia! Maybe you should continue with the plan, the consequences would be similar. Keith failed in his, you should continue with yours.”
When I was back Ki already had a glass in his hand.
God no! I looked at the glass on the table, the pink champagne illuminating the pink K, heaving a sigh of relief, I raised a toast for our future, and gulped it down.
There was an explosion inside of me, as if a wrench was squeezing my heart and pulverizing my lungs , tightening the grip with every passing second. Air, I need air what’s happening…I need air…
Ki Ki Ki Keith help me…
That’s when I saw him, Kieth, he was standing in the far corner of the room, white and pale, like an image projected on the wall. In a bolt, the image raced towards me….
Hahaha so much for cajoling and planning this with me…only to poison me in the end? Sorry your husband beat you to it, choking me to death in my own office, can you believe it? And now somehow has turned the tables on you. Ironically, It somehow still turned out to be the greatest day of his life!
The Usual Suspect 3:
Damn I am late!! Fuck fuck fuck…I should already have been at Kia’s place…like fucking half an hour ago! Fuck everything would have gone according to the plan…hopefully she would have executed Kieth by now, who was supposed to have taken care of her husband…what an ingenious plan…a plan within a plan…absolutely brilliant!
And now we will be together…the two of us. With all that money in her name…ours in fact…and a bright future! We will retire to Belize, and spend the rest of our lives….
Fuck get out of my way you imbecile bastards! This fucking traffic jamn!
Screw this! I am dumping my car and walking the rest of the way…we will take Kia’s car and pick this one later.
Finally I am here, I won’t ring the bell, and will slip in using the spare one Kia gave me….
What the fuck!! What happened here…Kia no! Kia
Kia Kia …
And there is her husband staring coldly at me! What the fuck is he doing here! OMG fuck the whole plan has gone fucking haywire! What in the hell happened here…
I pulled out the Mauser and pointed it at him.
He laughed,” Go ahead…pull the trigger, end it. I don’t want to live anymore Kia is gone and there is no one else I want to live for. Come on don’t hesitate…prove that your prophecy is wrong, Oracle! Go on! I was a fool to keep on believing in your prophecies since I was a child…as is your prophecy is wrong…this has been the worst day of my life so far! Kia gone, and my hands stained with blood… I don’t think I can….”
Blind with rage I shoved the gun in his face. “Stop talking you cunt…fuck don’t you see it’s all over…Kia gone there is nothing to live for anymore…”
Before he could do anything…I turned the gun and pulled the trigger…
I feel at peace as I fall twitching at his feet…maybe I will be together with Kia again…
Maybe this will be the greatest day of my life, instead ??