THE INCREDIBLE TRISTAN MALKOVICH
THE INCREDIBLE TRISTAN MALKOVICH
A short story
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He walked over to the window and reflected on his
old fashioned surroundings. He had always liked wild Windermere with its crowded,
filthy streets and deserted back alleys. It was a place that encouraged his
tendency to attract trouble and violence but tomorrow marks his first official
day as a reformed person.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather
someone.The figure of Richard Platt came to focus as the driveway lamp post light fell on him. Richard was a shrewd mafia boss and a brutal man who
always made good on his promises. He had brown eyes with wide abs.
Tristan gulped. He glanced at his own reflection in the glass window inspecting his messy dark brown hair and the dark circles under his eyes. In this
instance, he wasn’t anything close to the town’s incredible hero everyone saw
him as. Once he had even helped an unsightly puppy recover from a car accident.
But not even an incredible person, who had helped an
unsightly puppy recover from a car accident, was prepared for what Richard had
in store today. Deep down he always knew people like him did not get happy endings. The past
always catches up one way or another and at the worst of times.He regarded the small frame sleeping peacefully under the pile of sheets for a second before leaving the room.
The rain hammered on the rusty roof like a hail of
bullets making Tristan anxious.
As Tristan stepped outside and Richard came closer, he
could see the maniacal smile on his face.
“I am here to fulfill my promise to you Tristan boy,”
Richard bellowed in a deranged tone. He drew his fist back connecting it to
Tristan’s jaw with the force and speed of a lightning bolt. ”I frigging hate you
Tristan Malkovich, all these years I have had the time to nurture my hate for you
and today it bears fruit.”
Recovering from the momentary blackout, Tristan
looked back clenching his jaws even more anxious and still fingering his silver
ring. He had resolved to walk away from his violent ways for Laura and he had
no intention of revisiting and jeopardizing his chance at redemption. ”Richard
you don’t want to do this,” he hissed between clenched teeth.
They looked at each other, icy grey eyes staring
back at brown pools swirling with rage. Like two untamed horses running wild
they sparkled and darted with madness.
Tristan regarded Richard’s enraged eyes and tried
again. Holding out his hands in an act of surrender,”Let’s not fight,” he whispered carefully.
“Oooh!this is not a fight Tristan boy”, Tristan heard
the click of the gun before he saw the weapon aimed at him. Springing into action
with sudden adrenaline rush he lunged at Richard to disarm him. A gun shot tore
through the night even as the downpour persisted.
His hands were shaking so violently the gun slipped out and softly landed on the now soaking body on the ground then fell on the concrete pavement with a clang but Tristan wasn’t watching the gun or even the body. He was transfixed by his own bloody crimson hands.
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