Half and Half

Would it be legal to tap into your more bloody depths of mind? Or tempt the awful thoughts of a maniac? What if you probed an area so deep and inside yourself, that you unleashed something that could kill yourself and your neighbor?

All things to think about and that’s just what he was doing. He wasn’t crazy. It was just 12:00 at night and he couldn’t sleep. So he pondered about the mind and its wonders. What makes our brain? It is so complex. The way we hear, the way we see. Its all connected to the fascinating grayish pinkish sludge inside our heads. At the same time it be being interesting, it is also tricky. Minds can play tricks on people.

But he, Lewis Cyril, had a good brain. Rich in both the right and left but his left was the strongest. As he was intelligent, and he was superior, wealthy, good looking and young. Almost everyone wanted him. And Lewis knew it. He just wished this insomnia would be over with. He needed sleep and peace. A time to sit back and relax. You see, he was going into psychology. So his work was never ending. This was his last year in college and he was already a brimming success. Lewis intended to keep it that way.

He sat up in his bed and looked around with startling blue eyes. He was fair skinned, and blonde. A nice looking young man. Good in bed to boot. Everyone really truly did want him. And its good to be wanted. Oh how he would be depressed if he was like Ronald Pontus. The class goof. However the hell he got into college was its own mystery in its entirety. Maybe it is a subject of who you know, and not what you know. But Ron didn’t stand a chance against Lewis. He knew the brain. He knew it all too well.

A thud was heard downstairs. Like someone had fallen. It was a dropping kind of sound and somewhat heavy. The sound had echoed upstairs into his room and Lewis froze. Who was in his house? God dammit. He had so many precious belongings in here that would be stolen if he didn’t catch the culprit.

Like a silent cat he creeped out of bed. Feeling the carpet under his toes. As quiet as he could, he leaned forward a little with his right ear. Taking in any sound he could digest.

A grunt.

Yes some bastard was in his house! Lewis immediately went to his closet and got his pistol that his father had given him. Oh he’d show him. Mess with the belongings of his, and you’ll die. Plain and simple. No one messes with Lewis Cyril. Or his priceless values.

Slowly he tip toed like a ballerina down the hall towards the staircase. And inch by inch, foot by foot, he started to walk down it. The anticipation killing him, and the fear as well. Did this gruff grunting stranger have a weapon? If he did then Lewis was screwed. But perhaps his amazing intellect could get him out of situations such as these. He’s seen it before. He could pull it off. If those stupid actors can, then he can.

Still creeping down the stairs, and still plastered against the wall, he noticed some sweat beading upon his brow. Nervousness? Perhaps. But who knows.

Reaching the bottom he stopped.

Complete utter silence.

“Come out Lewis. Lets talk like old times,” a voice called through the silence.

Lewis knew him. He froze, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at a chilly end. Oh lord. Him, of all people. He couldn’t bring himself to look around the corner and stare into his bottomless eyes of despair and pain. The envy, the jealousy of this man burns a hole straight through Lewis’s light, refined and beautiful eyes. Fear plagued the man. And he stayed where he was. Silent as ever. Concentrating on hiding.

“It wont do you good Lewis. You cant hide from me. I know you inside and out. More then any other man women child or god,” he said gravely. His voice was dark, but strangely seducing. Almost like a pedophile.

“You don’t know me. You don’t know me at all,” Lewis called back to him. Growing with anger, but still hiding.

“Oh come now. We used to be friends. And now you treat me bad, like I’m your sworn enemy.”

“That’s because you are.”

“Am I? That’s like saying you’re your own worst critic isn’t it?”

“That makes… no sense…” Lewis said. Slightly shocked his great brain didn’t understand the riddle that this demon of a man threw out to him.

“You’re not sharp like you used to be my friend. Come on. Please. Just come out and say hi. I miss you Lewis. I don’t know what happened to the gangly blonde child with the stunning ocean eyes. Remember? You and I as children. I loved you. I loved you in more ways then you thought,” his voice was full of sadness. It was apparent he wanted to see Lewis. But if he had intended on killing him, wouldn’t he have come after him already?

“Why should I trust you?”

“The answer is you. You’re the key that answers that question.”

Lewis stared at his feet. His heart racing like thoroughbreds. Just go. It wont hurt anything. He sighed. Then slowly peered around the corner.

His jaw dropped. And he felt as though he was going to puke.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO! W-why? WHY!?” He called out. Fully coming out from behind his corner.

There on the floor in a pool of blood was Ronald Pontus. His face half torn off and skull grotesquely showing under the blood and detached tissue. He was obviously long dead. But his eyes remained opened and full of fear. And his jaw lay cracked open. As if in a forever scream.

Lewis looked up, and there stood a man. A man of a man. A demon.

Dark brown long messy hair. To his shoulders to be exact. A goatee sprouting upon his chin. His eyes were pitch black, not dark brown, but black. To look in them is like falling through a bottomless pit. A never ending hole that leads into his soul which is all black. Fear and death courses through him. Normally pale skin was now red, with Ron’s blood. Which was all over his white shirt and black leather pants.

At first glance, he looks as though he was out of a movie. But no, he stood right in front of Lewis. Smiling innocently.

“Good to see you friend,” He said. His face fixed in a crooked creepy sort of smile. Like an evil doll almost.

“Shut up Gwil. Just shut up. You killed a fucking man in my house. You ripped off his face. Why? Are you sick? What the hell!!” Lewis was blinded with fury. How would he explain this to the cops? “I’m sorry Gwil, but i’m going to have to call the police on you.”

“No you don’t.”

“You killed someone!”

“No I didn’t.”

“What the hell! Yes you did! Dead half eaten men don’t randomly appear out of no where.”

“You’re right, they don’t,” Gwil said suavely. Taking a couple steps towards Lewis. Lewis in return backed away greatly. “But I still didn’t do it.”

“You’re covered in blood.”

“Do you believe everything you see Lewis?” Gwil chimed. His face in that same possessed doll look. “Because if you do then you’re not getting too far. Look deeper then what you just see with you’re eyes.”

“Well you cant see with your mouth. Really Gwil, theres no explaining yourself. I know what you’ve done. Maybe after this you’ll leave me alone.”

“Stop abandoning yourself. Really Lewis, stop and look hard. Harder then even that. Look with your ears, and your nose. Use all sixth senses and take in what its like to be near me. And you’ll find you cant get rid of me. I’m always here. And you cant run from me Lewis.”

“STOP IT!” Lewis screamed. His hands over his ears. It was all too quizzical. It was all too hard for him to catch. Abandon himself? What was Gwil getting at.

“Lewis I loved you. I wanted to spend my dying days with you. Do you understand? You’re the only one that knows I exist,” Gwil thundered loudly. Not with anger, but talking almost like a god. “You. And only you. You’re perfect. Inside and out.”

“No, Gwin stop. Please.” For some reason Lewis was at a loss for words. Gwil had never said this before. And he couldn’t be mad. He just couldn’t.

“Hmmm. Stop you say. Stop what? I haven’t even started. Why don’t you take a seat next to Ron. I killed him for you. He’s dead for you. I know you don’t like him.”

The smell of flesh was making Lewis extremely sick. He was going to vomit soon. But he couldn’t find the strength to walk or sit down. The blood and gore and brains spilled across his carpet was too much.

“Where shall I start Lewis? When we were children? When you talked to me everyone made fun of you. But you didn’t care. What happened to you? What happened to that trust? Even at that young age I knew I’d obsess over you. You were beautiful. But the girls thought because you and I were friends, that you were crazy. And you accepted that. And that’s when I first had thoughts of what this was. When you were 15, I dreamed of making love to you.”

“Gwil… stop… just stop…” Lewis was losing strength from his nausia. He couldn’t fully pay attention to what his old friend was saying. And yet he still couldn’t bring himself to anger.

“But then you left me. You left me for Liesel Salacia. That little blonde bitch. And then as you two cuddled and fucked I grew with envy. I wanted to kill her. I wanted to take those nasty breasts and that vagina of hers and mutilate them. Oh how I had planned to kill her.”

Lewis was officially completely mute. There were flies buzzing around the corpse. Oh, no.

“Well now, here, I take my revenge Lewis. Just because you’ve abandoned me. I’m putting a stop to all this, and you’ll probably never see me again. I will vanish without a trace. Without a sound.” As he said this he walked over to the phone. Picking it up. The blood wiping onto it. He slowly dialed three numbers.

“Gwil! No!” Lewis found strength and stood up. As soon as he did everything got dizzy.

“A murder has taken place here…”

That was all he heard. Lewis fell to his knees. His stomach churning and his face green. No, no more mess on his carpet he stood up and scampered into the bathroom. Running into it and kneeling beside the toilet. Vomit streamed from his mouth but he missed and then blacked out.

Lewis awoke with a bang and police and other officials were breaking through windows and walls.

He was standing exactly where Gwil had been. But Gwil was gone. Instead, Lewis stood there with blood all over him. A butcher knife in one hand and some of Ron’s flesh in his other hand. With a squirm he dropped the flesh and soon after the knife as the cops tackled him hard into the ground. And everything became clear.

He was Gwil.