Sundowning Diary- Part 2 by Farhad Mammadov - HTML preview

СHAPTER 7

Avenger

I checked out my left pocket, touched a 2-3 inch hole, second pocket stacked with manat notes – national currency of my homeland – to my surprise. In the meantime, Herman was busy trying to wipe out a grease stain on his old coat. It was a long and tedious moment of silence between us,  after so many efforts we made to escape this “spider net” of bad memories.

“What do you think, maybe by hurting each other i can wake up ,hmm? You know like when you pinch your arm to awaken the nightmare.”

He ignored my questioned.

“What’s his story?” – I asked after a minute trying to change the subject

“Whose?” –he exclaimed with all attention.

His – I nodded towards  massive bone structure young student painstakingly   sweeping the fallen leaves and saying something inaudible  each time he put another pile into dustbin.

“Oh , I remember him. Its  Johan –  an orphan  poor boy, fifth grader  whose in legal custody of her aunt, well known prostitute. He very often gets into scuffles on the school grounds , with those  calling her aunt “5 dollar fat whore”.  He’s assigned to an hour of detention after lessons for a week and abusing punishment of cleaning job outside the school -this time for breaking the nose of headmaster’s relative. His one bad-ass lone wolf, no friends no girlfriend, uninterested in lessons, just passing time, “You don’t touch him, he’ll not touch you””.

“He looks like physically mature  and strong eleventh grader rather than junior.”

“You bet he does. He works out too much.”

“I used to have a bodyguard , strong but dumb like a sheep just like him – Jafar”

“First not used to, but you have in real, him being killed was just lets say side effects of assimilation process. And Second Johan is not like him , his no dumb”

As we were speaking of Johan, a brilliant idea flashed across my mind.  Boom!

“What’s the name of a dork ,that  have beaten me for tenth time within a day, your childhood enemy I mean. “

“F…k. I even hate spelling out his name…Eugene.”

“Are you sure that by beating hell out of Eugene we’ll  eradicate this bad memory?”

“Yes…Why do you ask?”

“I want to stir a fight between those two, and after your “friend” get smashed by this lone ranger, finish him myself. “

“You think it would work!” – Herman exclaimed agitated - I wonder how come they have never fought each other yet. But I doubt they’ll fight”.

“Lets give it a try.”

I began dully monitoring the schoolyard activity, checking for perfect candidate, who’ll make those two fight each other, some kind of dirty messenger, a snitch if you will that is ready to sell even his  mother for bar of Milkyway. 

“Hey bro – Yes you…. Wanna earn 5 dollar…”- he approached hesitating, but with a face, that contained no respect to me , to little Herman. Like he was abused to be called upon by a guy with bloody inferior rank.

“Why would I need, your souvenir buthead.”

“You little piece of shit”. –I exerted all my anger and strength grabbing him by his collars.  Thank God, Herman was enough strong to punish this dork, at least, I thought.  – “You listen to me, and listen carefully” –

He was surprised to see me act so hawkish, not type of Herman he used to know  and tease before.  I thought he’s gonna collapse on me as, his eyes almost popped out of his head.   Herman (the old one, not me) was eagerly observing not generally interfering the course of whole process.

“OK. I’m sorry “– he apologized  in  a mean and pathetic way.

“Apologies  accepted,” - I let him loose

I poked 10 manat instead of 5 dollars I promised, which surprisingly turned into Latvian Lats, in the meantime.   Yeah red “desmit latu” on the background of gloomy beach brought him to his senses.

“What should I do?” – he asked

“Johan…”.- I  pointed  so called lone wolf who was already sneaking behind the pine tree to smoke a slim cigarette.

“Him? – fatboy asked surprised.  – So what?

 “You reach him and tell him that his Eugene call his aunt names, “fat –greasy slut”

What I liked in him most, was that he did not give me any unnecessary questions and went straight ahead to accomplish  his evil and warmongering  assignment.  Johan stood up as he saw “well known school snitch sneak in front of him. At first I saw he was pointing at me and telling Johan what did I say. “What a nerd…” I thought.  But It happened to be Eugene standing right behind me, whom he pointed to and he was ready to strike a blow, when heard  Johan shout angrily.

“Hey, Eugene the moron – I heard you’ve been calling me names,  - come here!”

I’ve never seen Eugene so vulnerable and freaked out, he didn’t move , didn’t say any word, just stood there like a broken robot.  I stepped several feet aside so not to find myself in the middle of brutal fight, as I saw  Johan  coming towards, spinning the mop in his right hand.

“You called me names, moron?”

“I didn’t call you anything” -  he responded  in repulsive manner. No more no less.

“Oh my God they’ve advanced to a hitting stage already” – I hissed barely audible  to Herman smiling venomously. 

The first punch came from Johan, which had been followed by strike with a mop, that firmly landed right onto his left shoulder. Crowd of students went crazy, regardless of their age and sex, children rounded up and surrounded those two school celebrities,  cheering and chanting the name of a fighter they supported.   All I wanted was to take advantage of this fight and finish him when he barely stood on his feet after good set of punches and kicks from Johan “with love”.

 But eventually everything went upside-down…after blocking  Johan’s next punch, he threw a massive uppercut from close range that landed on his chin, that knocked him of his feet and threw several feet backward.  This was the end… and mine as well.  Johan was lying on the ground after fainting. In the meantime, I saw principal and several teachers rushing to a scene to check what was going on. The next thing the Eugene the Champion did was interrogating the sneak that caused the trouble between those two.  Within a  minute, sneak confessed everything, this time pointing at me, indeed.

“You bustard,”-  he jumped onto me like rugby player, punching, headstrikes, strangling and all. My face covered all over with blood.   Suddenly all surrounding plunged again into darkness. I was gradualy getting used to that, it meant restarting and travelling 10 minutes back in time  again.

Next time I opened my eyes, it was not  Herman but our snitch waking me up which surprised me very much. That meant memory chain hasn’t been restarted, but we didn’t overcome this obstacle either. Like somebody accidentally  pressed the hotkeys of CTRL + S, saving the data, but forgetting the proper combination for closing the document.  I saw Herman siting on the bench in an extraordinary manner, curled up into a ball, his eyes wide with anger and frustration,  just minutes away from weeping.

“We’re stuck! “– he stammered with a cracked voice.

We looked at each other. This time my fresh bruises didn’t vanish like the other time. Instead it hurt badly. I returned and joined him on the bench, wood still cold and unpleasant in spite of casual sun emergings. I just wanted to stop for a while and rest there. Breeze from the south  was a slight relief for agonizing pain of face beat into a jelly.

“I’m completely out of plans.Sorry” – Herman  exclaimed after he heard me moaning from pain.

“You think I care. Zibil- (*garbage- I cursed in my language). All I want now is to vanish. Please God help me.”

Herman leaned down still sitting on the bench, collected small stones and cobble fragments, then leaned backed as he gathered good handful of  them.  I was ready to smash his head into a ground  after I saw him visually picking an elm tree 10 meter in front of us, raising his right hand, small round shaped stone between his finger, waving it like  fixing the target. He hurled a stoned and hit the target right in the middle. Second one  hit the same spot on the tree as well, third, fourth, fifth.

“I see your good marksmen my friend,  bravo ---I was so amazed that,  didn’t notice all my pain cease. – what about other one…yeah,  behind it 2 meters to the left.”

Boom.Hit.

“What about the monument of that man,  near the  school wall.” 

“His no ordinary man,  his our famouse composer - Jāzeps Vītols – No can’t do. Its not ethical to hit respectable person  who promotes my nation. But i can hit power pole nearby for sure.”

I thougt that’s it, hitting  metal pole  standing almost 60 meters away,  was like one in a million chance.

Hi waved his right hand, closed his right eye zooming the target with left one, and let it go. Almost unbelievable , while in the air small stone turned  into apples size fireball  that his  junction of cables on the pole, huge sparks flying each side following explosion.  Nobody paid attention, like nothing just happened, like he didn’t just damaged the power supply system.

Unbelievable .He leaned back smiling

“You can do better than me, be sure.”

“What the hell are you talking about. I cant even hit this  dustbin, I’m not a good marksman, besides, my my hands are shaking because of my condition.”

 “You still don’t get it, do you. In here, youre not Tural, the son of billionaire suffering from sundowning , your’re underage Herman –  with marksmanship 3 times better than mine middle age Herman. Give it a try, you’ll see I’m telling the truth. “

I gradually liked this grin on his face

“You can try on live target if you wish”. – he said yet smilling

It was like a moment of revelation. Previous plan of escape was bullshit compared to what thunderstormed in my brain that moment

“What did you just say?”

“Hey, chill. I don’t call you liar . I just say that you can do it better than me.”

“No.. not that, I mean what about live target”- I interrupted – Why the hell didn’t you tell me you ‘ve been good marksman before.”

What a clever idea I thougt, as was trying to put up proper words, to explain him my plan.

“Yes, I admit the fact that,  in this dream, I’m physically shoolboy Herman , not myself. I couldn’t beat the hell out of Eugene because,  you were weak in your past, unable to give back to your rivals, so now I can’t  beat him up anyhow, this is for sure. But after I discovered your marksmanship a brilliant idea flashed across my mind,  if you can hit the bulles eye, that means, I can hit the bulles eye as well. Do you get the point.”

I never saw him so optimistic.

“Not at all. But I’m curous”

“I’ll splash his head open hurling stone at him and we’ll get out of this limbo.

“My friend you are a genious. I wonder why I haven’t try to get rid of him this way in my childhood. Never mind , are you ready?”

“You bet I am.” 

Here he was coming again, Eugene the Terminator, Eugene the Nightmare, Eugene the Smasher,  for his easy prey,to bully,  to kick and humiliate just for fun. Nevertheless,  this time I wont let him  control the whole situation and  show off his martial art skils.

“Why did you tell the teacher that I stole your stamps, you f…khead?”-

Not again.  This contious  sentece becam broken zummer for my ears, totally irritating.

“Stand where you are”  - I stopped him verbally 10 meters away from me. He was surprissed to hear me giving orders for the first time which totally altered balance of powers making him as obedient as dog. I picked  palm size,  heavy stone,  fixed the target, and hurld it wildly putting in all fury and rage gathered against him.  The stone hit right in the middle of his forhead. I saw no blood, no reacton or aftermath.  Just some transformation  in form of a puzzles catching all surroundings and putting me inside a wormhole. I was so happy, I remember even waving my hand to Herman  to say Goodby. I though I was going to wake up from comma but instead I had found myself standing on the rocky shore of a sea or lake, with unknown old man by me, holding fishing pole in my hand.

END OF PART 2