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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\nPibb put his hands up, \u201cQuan. Everything I have, I will drop. I am loaded, but it’s not much if you need it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe didn\u2019t save your ass for your trinkets, or pawn nibbles. You can get the hell out of here, the kid stays.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pibb went silent. His eyes were on Quan. Quan turned his head to Pibb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStill here?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood enough, Quan. Good enough,\u201d Pibb put his hands out at either side. Quan chose to point the shotgun at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat the, no! What is it? What? Tell me. I am right here. I will do whatever the hell you want,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shell moved in front of Quan, mouthing words close to his face, she then stared at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou need to talk slowly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFine,\u201d I said. I was tired, agitated, and starting to get sick of not knowing what was going on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou tell him everything, Francis Pibb, and then get the hell out of my home before he starts calling you Daddy. I don\u2019t want any attachments or crying when you\u2019re gone,\u201d Quan said. I lunged at Quan but a sword came up to my neck, the blade pressed to my skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I glared at the woman they called Shell, “He needs to hear it, Frank.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere is a bounty on you, Lance,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pibb lowered his head, consistent in his shortcomings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHalfway I changed my mind about collecting,\u201d Pibb said. I turned away from them all, gazing at their white deteriorating cabinets in the kitchen, paint chipping off at the edges. Shell put her sword away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSincerely,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Quan chuckled. Pibb started his feet but stopped. His head went up to Quan. By that time, Quan lowered his shotgun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat explains why you want him too,\u201d he said to Quan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo one is special here, Pibby. We get checks just like you and everyone else. Paid to sit on our asses. Shell\u2019s side gig is selling flan. Real flan.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shell bowed in pride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s illegal,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo shit,\u201d said Quan, \u201cYou go mouthing off and Shell will drag your ass back here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow much am I?\u201d I said, directing it toward Pibb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He began walking to the front door of Quan\u2019s apartment. My mouth became dry and a pit in my stomach formed. I rubbed my eyes of the tears. But in wiping them, the liquid was thicker and did not disperse as quick as water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. No. Now, none of that, Junior Bastard,\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I brought my hands up to my eyes, finding a little brown fluid on my hands. Its been normal all my life and no one has questioned me about it. No Doctors said anything. As the saying going, “What’s normal anymore.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shell moved to Quan again, mouthing some words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYeah. Yeah,\u201d Quan said and followed behind Pibb. He pulled his shotgun toward him; I believed intending to blast him in the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Quan turned to the table, and Pibb grabbed the door handle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d said Quan and then he allowed Pibb to leave. Shell turned to me, and Quan left the apartment with Pibb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe master means well, Lance Vier. Our lives are not easily explained by our interactions here but if anyone is deserving of answers it is you and the poor children from the wombs of your mothers. None of us had the choice of the lifespring and to drink from its well,\u201d said Shell. “Despite his intention to sell you on the open market, you still did not want to see him hurt. You have a lot to learn even at your age.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe do have choices,\u201d I said as I moved away from the table and started my way toward the door. The walk was going to be difficult, but at this point, I wanted to hear my wife yelling at me for doing something I didn\u2019t do and then having the gratuitous makeup session afterward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou leave at your peril. I will not take pleasure in ending your life, Lance Vier. Not because you are valuable, but because you are a life deserving of it. We all do if allowed to truly live,\u201d she said. I stopped but still, the lack of any information gave me a second thought about living.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the front of the home, several chairs were arranged, a larger inviting one, and three others around it. In the center, a table with cards out in a solitaire arrangement. The television was wrapped with duct tape and over the fireplace rested pictures of indiscernible people. One I imagined one was Quan at a younger age.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSit,\u201d Shell said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She joined me at one of the smaller chairs. Shell pressed herself down with easy poise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am older. The pain is managed, Lance. And for that, this means your awareness should heighten away from the life you once had,\u201d said Shell, \u201cMy master\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She said that Quan was once an owner of a curiosity shop called \u2018Duckling\u2019s Cove;\u2019 living on an inheritance from his Uncle. He saved each penny, investing some, and using some to live the life he wanted. He spent time collecting valuable items, anything he found on his travels, speaking with people, and staying a part of his community in a small town in California.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe was married?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, but that is all that should be said. He had children, three of them.\u201d Shell continued. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIn some of us, you either live your life after the tragedy he faced and learn to savor its brevity, or you allow it to rot you away. He is in between,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But in his life, the happiness of community gatherings and social events allowed him to have sanity and push people away who came too close to him. Shell was twelve when she entered his shop, searching for rare comic books. When conversation sprang up with one another, Quan learned of Shell\u2019s life; an orphan, living down the street at a place where she was constantly passed up for adoption. Both of them developed a love for early afternoon into the evening martial arts movies at his shop. Patrons in the town began to whisper that Quan\u2019s relationship was unnatural and that there must have been something else that allowed for the bonds they began to share.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is easy to develop a hatred for people when their minds are entrapped by the presuppositions that they know better, Lance,\u201d said Shell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In that time, men, any man were shamed for showing strength, will, and the wherewithal to make society a better place. They were accused of anything based on living or being in the proximity of another person, particularly anyone female. As you aged, it was worse. For some reason, age compounded the accusations of perversity. No one in town knew that Quan ever had children. Shell developed a love for Asian culture. Quan contacted local teachers, sifus, and masters in the area of the growing town, paying for her studies without question, but some did. A few entered his shop, surmising the surroundings, searching for clues or reasons why he and Shell, who by now I assumed was short for Shelly, remained a close pair. The teachers found nothing on Quan. One of them, Grandmaster Elgin lived a dishonorable second life in the eyes of Shell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI still use his teachings because they were someone else\u2019s before his,\u201d she added.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elgin laundered money, embezzled funds from local and international investors, and used his studio as a front for a lucrative side business. His dealings attracted others to his presence at Quan\u2019s shop. She paused and gathered a deep breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to tell me,\u201d I said, but in speaking, a familiar odor entered my nostrils.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe\u2019s here,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shell stood up and her swords popped out. Gothia stood in front of us, Shell swung at her. I bolted up. The lights went out. And the front door slammed open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s the demon?\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere is no such things, dumbass,\u201d Gothia said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAllow me to give you the permission to ask Jesus,\u201d Quan said firing and firing round after round at what I was hoping what was left of Gothia. The smell permeated the room. Like the smell of plants burning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cReloading, little Bitch,\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lights came on, and Shell had her hand top of the barrel of Quan\u2019s shotgun and pressed on it to motion for him to lower his weapon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gothia was back in the kitchen, full of holes and bleeding all over the floor. The gurgling of her breath gave Quan the urgency to walk over to her dying body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSome more, sweet cheeks?\u201d He reloaded his weapon. I wanted to stop him but under the circumstances, the threat eliminated may be a good idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe have a day of peace, maybe less,\u201d Shell said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Quan gave a final blast to Gothia. He turned to Shell and waited for her to say something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt will buy some time, Master,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He stared and the ground and lowered his weapon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. There has to be a way to end this. The last time we saw that little trollop she was nineteen years old. She\u2019s still nineteen, boy. It\u2019s not natural.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He began his walk toward Shell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe got to Pibb, who knows where he put him,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAllow me to give you the permission to ask Jesus,\u201d Quan said <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":290,"featured_media":19339,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[244,1298],"tags":[1203,1297,1213,1212],"class_list":["post-18506","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-artist-spotlight-2","category-lower-cosmos","tag-forbiddenpanel-2","tag-lowercosmos","tag-sci-fi-2","tag-shortstories"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/forbiddenpanel.com\/PanelCast\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/pexels-catlises-221683-scaled.jpg?fit=2560%2C1707","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1opIU-4Ou","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":18487,"url":"http:\/\/forbiddenpanel.com\/PanelCast\/lower-cosmos-life-of-lance-vier-6\/","url_meta":{"origin":18506,"position":0},"title":"Lower CoSMOS-Life of Lance Vier #6","author":"John Hartranett","date":"July 13, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"\u201cNow is the time we settle our differences.\u201d Licensed through Evanto \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My brain overloaded. 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