Sympathy for G.O.L.E.M.

 

 

(Finale of six-day series — Sympathy)

I wake up on a table. It is cold. I am cold. I look down. I am naked. The door opens. A woman walks in.

“Hello,” she says with a peaceable smile.

I cover up as much as I can with my hands. I frown at her.

“Who the hell are you?”

The woman shrugs. It’s a beautiful shrug; soft, careless, confident. Why the hell am I naked, I think.

She has a gun strapped to her side. She leans against the wall.

“You are a mess, huh?” she asks.

I look down at myself.

“I haven’t been to the gym lately,” I mutter. She laughs. It sounds like an alarm.

“I meant, the mess you’re in, to be fair, you’re taking it all rather well.”

I make a face. “Things have gotten a bit weird in my life lately.”

She nods. “I can see that,” she says, looking at my stomach.

“Who the hell are you?” I demand, feeling a burst of emotion.

“Golem, or, well, part of it,” she says, “Gentiles for the elimination of Hitler in every manifestation.”

I frown. “That doesn’t make sense.”

She shrugs, “oh well. It doesn’t have to, as long as you get the point.”

I nod slowly, “you kill Hitlers?”

She nods.

“In all dimensions?”

She nods. “You’re clever,” she pauses, frowns, then adds, “enough.”

“And you’re here for, my —“ I cough, “the Hitler, inside of me.”

“Bingo-bango.”

“What about Slick? And Butch and, wait, Larry? He is Hitler too!”

The woman only nods.

“Do you have my cigarettes?” I ask.

The woman reaches into her pocket and pulls out my pack and a lighter. She tosses them to me. I light one and sit up.

“I suppose a don’t have a choice?” I say.

She laughs. It goes on too long to be real. It stops too suddenly.

“No,” she says simply.

“And my friends?”

“We have them. After we remove the abomination, you’ll all be sent home.”

I smoke the cigarette to the filter. The woman watches.

“What if I won’t let you?” I ask, more out of curiosity.

I immediately regret it; I’m tired of getting hit in the face. Oh well.

I wake up around the kitchen table back in my apartment. N and M are talking about Radiohead.

“The hell?” I mutter, scratching dried spit from my beard. They turn to me.

“Hey!” they cry. I stare at them. They are both blind drunk.

My head hurts, my stomach, worse.

“It was so messed up,” M slurs which N nods. “They, like, dude, they like killed all the Hitlers. It was sick. An not like good sick, messed up sick.”

N nods, slowly.

I reach over and take what’s left of the whiskey down in a gulp.

N stands up and walks to the spot between the sink and fridge. He waves his hand in the open air. He shrugs and comes back to sit.

“You alright?” he asks.

I nod, slowly.

“No, not a bit.”

Then, a popping sound. We all turn. Slick steps into the kitchen from between the sink and fridge.

He smiles.

A bullet blows through his head like a car forgetting to stop.

Golem walks and stands over Slick’s body. She turns.

“Hey, you.”

She smiles

N waves with two fingers. M passes out drunk on the table. I throw up, just a little.

Golem nudges Slick with her boot. She chuckles.

“You alright?”

I shake my head.

“I wanted to apologize.” She says the last word through her teeth.

“Your child was a girl so, it seems we made a mistake. She has been put into the body of a healthier host who will deliver her and she will become one of us. She will be well cared for.  Thought I should come tell you in person.”

She looks again to Slick.

“Lucky I did, eh?”

I try to nod. Instead, my mouth falls open a little bit.

Golem takes a deep, first-day-of-spring, breath. She grabs Slick by the boot. She drags him back through the sink and fridge.

There is a pop. And that’s the last of it all.

 

THE END

16 Comments

    1. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have fun with the six day series. They give me room to do more “out-there” sorts of stories with more characters. I may come back to this universe in the future. Haven’t decided. But I like the characters a lot. So, probably

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  1. A pleasure to read from first to last. Our heroes live to feature in fuhrer adven… further adventures, evil is banished back behind the fridge and a dimension has a little Flash growing up in it. I don’t think you could improve on it 🙂

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  2. This was really a wonderfully entertaining crazy story. Also the last episode is very successful and I find it good that G.O.L.E.M again emerges. What is the abbreviation for?
    Whether the baby-girl is really harmless? … maybe there is a female Hitler? Thank you for this wonderful series

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    1. haha thank you. I’m glad you liked this series. I think it is by far the wackiest series I’ve written. I had a lot of fun writing it but it certainly is very strange. I don’t remember why I thought of it.

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  3. in the flesh? You mean in the head? I can imagine this, sad but true…..some years ago I invited all the kids at a party in my sisters house to come with me for an hour going to swim in our pool…the kids werer very happy, one of them asked me, why I´m talking so strange. I told him that I´m german. He looked at me and said: “I hate germans!” First I was speechless, than I had to smile and quietend him. “Don´t worry, we are not in a video game!”

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    1. Oh dear. Well I just haven’t seen a lot of Germans lately but I’ve spent time in Germany and with many Germans when I used to travel a lot. I’ve always liked Germany “in the flesh” just means “in person”

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