Chapters:

Chapter 1



It was snowing cats and fuck. We had tucked our chins into our turned-up collars, preventing our face from scraping hailstones. We didn't know what we have to say to each other along the way. Maybe, just like me, he was thinking how to break it to Billy's wife.

Billy's house was exactly across the city. You have to cross that damn river and then hike a long way to reach the Billy's house. Neither of us went out there since then. We just had an address, written on a piece of paper.

"He was a good guy, wasn't he?" said Toby, as we crossed the river.

I turned my head to him in my collar.

"He was a good guy," I made an impression of him. "Of course he was a good guy. He was the best."

"Yeah. He was definitely a good guy. He was amazing at aiming."

I stared at him hoping for some kind of explanation but received none. I am sure he didn't understand why I was staring at him.

"We are all amazing at fucking aiming." I said.

He dropped his head in a way that I felt he got pissed. He said he meant that Billy’s been more nimble than many of us. Because he was left handed, I said

"You mean-" he said.

"I mean," I interrupted. "Just because he was inherently left-fucking-handed, he could fuck up his targets faster than us."

"You're jealous of Billy." he mumbled.

"You've got to say “you were jealous of him”, if we are agreed that you're right,” I shouted. "Plus, I'm not jealous of a dead fucking body"

A village came in to view 15 miles ahead. All the buildings seemed same afar. It was getting dark gradually. Despite of snowing, we could still see in front of us, but I didn't want to face the darkness in that wilderness. That’s why I asked him to come faster. He didn't say anything but I figured it out he speeded his steps up.

"I got it now." he mumbled.

"What?” I asked unwillingly.

“I got why Billy's check marks was always inversed."

“What do you mean?”

“Whenever Billy drew a check mark on something, the mark was inversed.”

Then he got quiet.

"His check mark was inversed because he was left handed." he went on.

I said nothing.

It was obvious that he was still thinking about Billy since after taking just few more steps he said: "No more nimble left-fucking-handed-shooter for us"

I didn't want to burst his bubbles. I arranged words in my mind to utter them softly, and finally said: "Death makes people lovely"

"What you wanna say?"

"I wanna say he wasn't as nice as you think. You are just impressed because you've been playing darts for hours a day with him. And now his chopped to bits fucking body is in the trash."

Toby took a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to me. And then another one for him.

"He sucks at darts."

I interrupted again: "Sucked"

"He sucked at darts. He was making me hacked off lately. I’ve been beating him several times in a row"

"He was a bit of cock. To be honest I'm happy he is dead now. I don't mean I wanted to kill him at some point. Not at all. He’s never been such pain in my ass. But I'm really glad there's no one around to tell us fake fucking vulgar stories."

He took his lighter beneath my cigarette but it was hard to light it on in the snowy weather. It took the wind less than a sec to light the flame off again.

"Bunch of bullshit fake shit stories," Toby said. "With a naked pretty woman in all of them. He had a naked-women-fetish, I suppose."

"With his stupid aiming!"

"Left-handed people are stupid."

After I muttered some swears, he dared to swear too. Now we were two men with cigarettes in our mouths. "As we swore at our ex-colleague-friend, we approached a row of similar-looking houses. Around us looked like desert. Just few weeds grew up through the earth, and nothing more.

Toby dragged from his cigarette, puffed it away and said "I wish his wife would think like us."

"Of course she’d think like us. Pussy Billy! Think about him a minute. What kinda guy he was?"

"He was short-fucking-tempered. He might have chained his wife in the closet or something to whip her badly after his returning home, this isn't unlikely of him at all."

"I don't think he'd do this one." I disagreed him.

"He did that to Jali."

"Because he was a horse. A horse should be tied up in his stable, or he’ll escape."

I tossed the snip away. "Plus," I added. "We should be careful. We are not going to a widow to tell her what a dick her husband was. We are going to tell her about his death. Besides, maybe it could change Billy's world-view if that bullet was a bit more above."

"You mean all of this-"

"I wanna say maybe he would put aside all of this shitty works and spend his life for a decent thing."

Toby nodded. Put his hands into his pockets and exhaled a deep breath.

"He wasn't a bad guy."

"Everything happened so fast."



I sensed we were approaching an animal or something that was about 2 miles away from us. But in a few moments I figured it out it was the animal that was approaching us. I shared this with Toby. He said we shouldn't be worried. I concluded it was a skinny dog when it got closer. He was skin and bones out of thirsty, barking continuously. He would attack us if he had the power. Toby He took a stick and by making weird sounds and shouting, pretended that he was going to throw it at the dog, but he didn't. Just simulated. The dog scared for the first time but it turned to a normal thing next times. He just was standing there, hanging his tongue out. And we just were standing there with our strange noises we were phonating.

"Why don't you beat the shit out of him with your stick?" I asked Toby.

"I can't kill anybody."

"You are a fucking killer!"

"Well" he paused. "Alright. I can't kill a dog." he said, staring at me.

I grabbed the stick from him out of anger. He said he’s seen enough for a day, and I replied him to shut up.

I found a ragged scrap napkin from the ground and wrapped it around the stick. Then I took Toby's lighter and fired the napkin up. I was running to the dog with the stick pointing to him. In a moment I noticed the dog's eyes widened and he ran away. I followed him for a long enjoyable time. When I felt completely exhausted, I stopped and wave my hand for Toby who was standing half a mile away from me. I bent over and rubbed my knees with my hands, gaining my breath until he reached me. I told him because he had already seen a lot of violent that day, I would let the dog get away, but next time I wouldn't.

"It was just a dog," Toby said. "Dogs are royal. Why did you want him dead so bad?"

"The dog who is under 80 pounds is not a dog. It’s a cat. And cats are useless fucking animals."

And then I turned the fire off with bottom of my shoe and we resumed our journey. Toby didn't say a single word. I was peeking him from edge of my eye. I felt he is kind of beat. Not for the long way. For all of this shitty-stuff. I asked him if he was alright. He was Ok, I was told.

"We are going to tell her the whole story?" then he asked.

"Of course not idiot!" I shouted. "How we could tell her the whole story?"


Here’s the whole story:

Today, when we entered into the stable, Billy and Doug were standing there, chatting. I and Toby jumped down from our horses. Toby pulled his horse into the spot but I was standing there beside my horse, patting his waste.

Doug was showing his new gun to Billy. We asked what was going on. He got the new gun, he said. It was a German revolver. He showed it to us. His eyes were wide pupped like a 2-year-old baby-eating-a-jelly for the first time excitedly. And a German word was written on that.

"What is written on it?" We asked.

"Achtung!" Doug said.

It took us some time to understand he read the word on the gun.

"What?!" I asked.

"Achtung!" He said with a weird accent this time. And a victorious smile on his lips appeared.

At the end of the stable, Billy turned up the edge of his hat and then laughed loudly. His back was facing us and as he was stroking his horse's head, which was sticking out of its stale. He was shaking his head, repeating under his lips the so-called word that Doug just had said.

Toby approached and stared at the revolver like he was staring at a famous Opera. He dragged a deep one and pinned Doug with narrow-eyed look.

"You know what it means?" Doug told me.

"No."

"Why don't you ask then?"

"Because I don't give a fuck what it means." I said and then rubbed my horse’s face.

"What it means?" Toby asked.

"Be careful!" Doug shouted.

In that very moment I heard hinny from my horse. He bucked Doug tight and then a gunshot from Doug's German revolver was heard. It happened so fast, I couldn't recognize which I had heard first and then. Next thing I saw: My horse who was running in the stable, Doug who had fallen into the ground, the smoke was rising from the muzzle of his revolver. And Toby's wide opened mouth.

Huge hole had created on Billy's back and thick blood had squirted on his horse's face. The face that was getting pat a short moments before.

Billy was standing there like a statue. Everybody was speechless.

"Fuck!" I said and ran after my horse. "What the hell have you done?"

Doug was still lying on the ground.

"Apply cold water on the burnt area." Toby screamed.

Toby's cigarette ashes had spilled on my horse’s tail. That was why the horse bucked Doug and this was why, the bullet had been shot. Doug was lying on the ground trying to take a breath. Breathe had stuck on his chest. He was almost purpled.

Now that was me chasing my horse, Doug struggling to breathe and Billy with a drilled brain.

Toby was mumbling: "How the fuck that happened. What the fuck was that? How the fuck did he… what the fuck, man!"

"Give him an artificial breath." I shouted.

Then I spilled the water on the horse’s tail from distance. He calmed down, when the water landed on his tail.

"Me?" Toby asked and knelt down beside Doug waveringly.

I hold the tail down to the water bucket. Toby approached Doug to give him an artificial breath. In that exact moment, Jim who had heard all of that gunshot and hinny stuff, had come down facing that scene.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked.

"Dou… Doug is chocking." Toby answered.

Doug coughed and took out a breath eventually.

Toby dragged him in the corner.

"You're lucky you ain't got a whole on your chest"

There was no trace of color in his face. We set him down to the stable.

"What happened to Billy?" Jim asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Probably he just can't use his brain, anymore."

Billy was standing right there yet. I’d bet my right hand for that he hadn't moved a damn inch.

Jim called Billy from his back and no answered came from Billy as we expected. I have to say he was standing there so ship-shaped, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd answered. Jim took out his gun and shot at his back to take him down. And another one for back of his heart. Nothing happened.

"Even his dying is different with human beings!" He mumbled as he started to approach him.

He kicked Billy in the back. Like a dry firewood, Billy fell down without genuflection. His face hit the stable door and nearly blew out. It was probably because that two bullets on his head.

"It’s disgusting," Jim said. "What should we do now? I had the stable cleaned just yesterday. Tomorrow I should pay through my nose for these shit and fuck be cleaned again."

He said and turned to go back to his room. "Take him somewhere else. He couldn’t be in the stable." He added.

"We can’t burry him neither." I responded.

"What’s now?" Jim asked without turning his face back to me.

"We ain’t grave-diggers. We’re killers."

He turned and took some steps toward me.

"Then put him in the garbage can, please, Mr. Killer." He said into my face. I could see anger in his eyes, when he was saying that, spitting all over.

"There’s a lot of people in the street this time of day," I said, when Jim was going up stairs. "We can’t take him like this and put him in the garbage can."

"Use upstairs’ garbage chute. Then nobody could see him like this." He said this one last sentence gently. Or at least it seemed like that because he was far away.

We found some bags to put Billy into them, take his body upstairs and shoot him down to the garbage can. That was better. Nobody ever look what is it into the garbage cans. They’d just unload trashes to the garbage truck and then empty them somewhere else. But the main reason for using the bags was: our clothes wouldn’t be bloody, that way.

We told Doug to go home, because he didn’t seem he could raise a finger to help. I took his hand and lead him to the front door. I told him it’s better to not go with the horse, because he didn’t look good yet. I took the revolver from him to stop from dropping the ball again. He nodded and slowly went away. I glanced at the revolver: “Achtung!” The last word Billy had said ever.

I slipped it into my pocket.


I went back to Toby who was almost done with the bagging thing.

I grabbed Billy’s squished head, Toby grabbed his feet and dragged him to the hall. When we passed all over the lobby with the body, I pressed the elevator’s button.

"We’d better carry him up the stairs." Toby suggested.

"Why?"

"If elevator will stink like blood or something, Jim will make us to clean it out."

He was right. I thought for a moment. I really wasn’t in a mood for dragging a-200Ibs-dead-fucking-boddy upstairs.

"Don’t worry. Take him in." I finally said.

We squeezed Billy in and pressed the button. The door was getting closed, Billy’s leg caught in door. Door opened. We dragged his leg in. Pressed button again. Door closed.

I took two Cuban’s cigars out of my pocket and handed one of it to Toby.

"Smoke it away to cover the blood’s smell."

"Then it’ll stink like cigars."

"People pay money for having this smell in their homes."

We heard a Ding! And door opened.

"We can’t just stand here and smoke," Toby said. "Maybe someone want to use the elevator now. One of us should hold the door open"

And then we stuck Billy’s leg in door and smoked our Cuban’s cigars away, easily.

A few minutes later, we were in our apartment. The unit which was exactly above Jim’s. Both of this units belongs to him. The downstairs is particularly for him, and this one is for us.

I grabbed two beers from the refrigerator. We sat there in silence and bottomed them up.

"What a fuckin’ day." Toby said.

"We have to put an end to it fella." I suggested.

I retrieved Billy’s body and took him out of the bloody bag. Toby stood up to hand me. When we lifted the body to throw him down through the garbage chute, Toby said: "There’s just a little problem," He said and pointed to the harness. "Fella."

It was evident that wasn’t possible to slide a big fucking guy down through it.

"Look," I said. "I don’t really wanna say that, but…"

I moistened my lips and told him what was in my mind. We couldn’t left him in the lurch to his own devices.

We had to chop Billy’s body up. That was what we had to do. Cut our friend chopped to bits, put him in the garbage can and be a good citizen.

Toby retrieved the cleaver from his tools.

"Ok. Go! "

"Why should I go first?"

"What that supposed to mean?"

"I got the cleaver, you’ll go first"

"It was my fucking idea"

"C’mon. You’re not the fucking school boy, anymore"

"Watch your mouth!"

"You know what? You are in charge. You have to fucking start it first"

"If I am in fucking charge, I order you to go first."

Toby sighed. "You’re insecure"

He raised his cleaver-hand and smashed it down to Billy’s neck. Our face was splashed by his blood. But his neck wasn’t fully sliced. So Toby was forced to do that for several other times to get him beheaded. It was the hardest part, I suppose.

Then Toby put the head into the harness and rolled it over. Billy’s head bowled into the garbage can.

"Your turn!" Toby smashed the cleaver to the floor.

He approached the window and put his hand over his face.

"Un-fucking-believable" he mumbled.

We mutilated Billy’s body by turn. First, I cut one of his hands off, and Toby did the another one.

"What if someone saw us now? What’d they think?" I said, slicing his waist.

Jim entered at that very moment. "What the fuck are you two idiots doing?" he asked.

We explained our scheme to him.

He hit his own head with his hands and yelled: "look at the mess you dumb-fucks made! You should’ve stretched something on the floor."

Toby and I kept silent, since Jim had out of his temper at that mess, already. That was why he had hired us. He’d hired his men to make these kind of shits out of his sight, he didn't have easy money to pay to us.

And then he slammed the door and went away.

We continued until Billy’s-mutilated-body-can completed. We were standing there, looking at Billy’s fall apart body, with all cut off vessels and that.

"A killer’s end of an era, huh?" I said and giggled however Toby wasn’t impressed by my joke, at all.

Then we heard Jim’s voice via the pager: "You'd better finish it just tonight and tell his wife not to wait for him, anymore"

I and Toby exchanged a look, confusing.

"Before leaving, come down and get the address." said the voice.