Boss called
"Find Krebs. Kill him."
Any leads?
Girlfriend.
Ah, always a girl somewhere.
Her name is Krista.
All I get.
Information is sparse,
But any is good.
Krebs’ girl,
Works at Café Moretti,
5` 6" brunette,
High heels,
Wears red or black.
Hot day.
Stuck in a doorway,
Watching,
Waiting.
Spot her.
Red dress,
Buck teeth.
She turns into the café.
Wow..
Got an ass like two bunnies in a sack.
Small firm and always in motion.
Sneak out of the doorway,
Into café,
Sit,
Order coffee.
Must be my lucky day,
Krista brings it.
Slops it down on the table.
I smile,
She growls.
"I know you?"
"Doubt it"
"Then stop being fresh"
She turns and shows her bunnies.
Hell do they move !
Listen to the waitress banter.
Learn Krista is on till 10pm.
Getting picked up by her 'beau'.
Her word not mine,
Slimy crap ridden troll is mine.
Finish coffee,
Pay and leave,
Go back to watching,
Waiting.
The heat turns sour and the rain
starts.
It is 10 pm.
Dark city streets.
Thunderous rain,
Cooled the hot sidewalks.
Steam rose.
Stood in a doorway,
Watching,
Waiting,
For Krebs.
Huge mountain of a man,
Dangerous,
Deadly.
My job to watch,
Wait,
Follow,
Catch,
Kill.
I am viral,
Everywhere.
So is Krebs.
Rain drips like cold snot from my
brow.
I am small,
And very wet.
He is huge.
Growing all the time.
Dangerous,
Deadly.
Unstoppable?
Sometimes.
But not this time,
He will be mine,
To have,
And
To hold,
Forever
In a final embrace
That will kill one of us.
But first
I need to wait
For him to emerge.
To be fallable.
To be vulnerable.
So I can act.
Then we will dance,
Into hell.
The doors to the cafe swung open.
She walked out.
Krebs’ moll.
Buck teeth leading,
Ass following.
Red dress.
High heels that clacked as she walked.
Casually tossing the cigarette,
She crosses the road
Then she stops,
Looks over her shoulder and screams.
I never heard the car,
Big, black murderous looking.
Shardlike.
I saw what it did.
The girl was lifted into the air,
Thrown like garbage onto the sidewalk.
Behind the wheel was a figure I knew
well.
Krebs.
But why?
Why kill your own woman?
Then it hit me,
Of course Krebs has no friends
They are all fodder for his lonely
life,
To be used then discarded.
I needed to be careful,
Though I was no friend.
If a friend was treated in such a way....
Krebs used anyone and everyone to get
his kicks
Nobody really mattered to him
He was dangerous,
Deadly
And here, now.
Why me, you ask
Well just the man for the job, I
suppose.
Patient,
Fearless,
Hard working,
Cheap, but …
Always a winner.
Talk them all to death with a hug
that never stops.
I was made for this work,
Made to kill.
Born from the heads of better men,
Synthesized to eradicate slime.
And with modesty, I am damn good at
it,
Never failed,
Ever.
Old style,
Watch,
Wait,
Listen,
Learn,
Plan,
Attack,
Kill,
Works every time.
Much better than the old way of cut
and slash,
More subtle,
More effective,
More deadly.
I live to kill those who need to die,
I always win.
My name?
Just call me Frank.
Gotta go,
I smell a death nearby.
Krista laid on the floor like a
puddle of offal.
Arms in odd places,
Legs too.
Aww and those poor bunnies, smashed
beyond repair.
Shame liked them her.
A screech of tyres was all the
warning I got.
Blinded by light.
Cannot see.
Feel the closeness of the car,
Tensed all my muscles and jumped.
Felt the hot metal pass beneath me,
Saw the face,
Saw the face of death
And that grin,
The one that says "you're
mine"
Hmm, not quite Krebs,
Not quick enough.
The scowl flashed my way as Krebs
looked back.
You could feel the heat of his anger.
He never saw the wall,
Too busy scowling at me,
Poor bastard.
Metal folded like paper,
Fluids sprayed,
Black,
Green,
And red.
I sighed,
Perhaps this was my moment.
Was he really so stupid,
Killed in an auto smash.
Cautiously I approached the wreck,
I could smell petrol,
Oil,
Coolant,
And blood.
I could see white leather seats,
Sprayed with crimson,
Shattered windshield,
Crumpled folded doors.
Krebs had gone,
Vanished.
Then I heard the drip,
Unmistakeable sound,
One I knew well,
The sound of flesh dripping off a
body.
The sound of…
Krebs
I spun around
Eyes everywhere,
Looking,
Peering,
Trying to see him,
Hidden in the rain.
Where the hell was he?
I was still asking the question as I
flew.
Told you Krebs was big, strong too.
He had come from the shadows,
Picked me up like a doll,
Flung me across the street.
I landed nose to brick,
Shook myself back to sense and focus,
Watched as he came towards me,
Struggled to get up and face him.
Time to dance.
I had fought Krebs many times
He always got away.
He used molls like Krista
To spread his vile seed,
But I was winning the war.
Tracked all his spawn
Thanks to Krista and her kind
Just got the main man to go.
Last fight.
Last battle,
But there will be more wars.
New wars.
Time to concentrate.
Krebs loped towards me,
Flailing his oversized fists like
jack hammers.
I ducked and came inside his arms.
I
managed to grab him.
Drove my fingers deep into his putrid
flesh.
Pumped my poison into him.
Yeah I am lethal, got all sorts of
tricks in my bag.
Krebs shuddered as the poison seeped
into him.
This was my time,
Time to watch him die.
He sagged onto the sidewalk,
I held him tight.
Fingers deep inside him,
Feeling for his center,
His soul,
I touched it, squeezed it.
My poison flooded his soul.
He collapsed, breathing slowing,
Flesh melting as he died.
I stood over the pool of putrescence.
Once a miasma of proteins and amino
acids,
Dissolved, broken down and now dead.
I prodded it with my foot towards a
drain.
Watched it slither into the dark of
hell.
Krebs was gone,
Forever.
It's a dirty job,
But someone has to do it.
And that would be me,
Frank
