Antonio had spent the last of his welfare check on a fifth of Wild Irish Rose wild fruit, two packs of cigarettes, a small bag of pcp and five hits of acid. In his room smoking it on five hits of acid and hitting a bottle of hard wine, thoughts of how he would get money to survive another two and a half weeks were driving him to the brink of anarchy and violence. He was beyond all rational thought and screaming about how he was going to walk into a McDonalds with a gun and start firing at moving objects. From time to time he would roll into a ball on the floor and scribble illegible lines in a vomit stained notebook. It wasn’t long before he got terrified and went downstairs to be with company, considering, wouldn’t be much help. He was having a terrible trip, and the pcp was making him psychotic and paranoid. He walked into the room full of the immobile deadbeats and looked at each of them. He saw Jerry look up at him with his noseless face and say "daddy I wont do it again, please don’t hurt me” but Jerry didn’t say a word. Antonio grabbed jerry by his wifebeater and flung him across the room. Jerry woke up, drunk but awake. "LEAVE ME ALONE, I DIDNT DO ANYTHING” "WHAT DID YOU SAY MOTHERFUCKER” "I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING” Antonio stormed into another room and returned carrying his blood caked machete, charging at Jerry. Jerry ran out the door, but not before Antonio swung the blade at him and hacked off Jerry’s thumb, forefinger and middle finger. Jerry stumbled, clutched his hand and wobbled out the door and down the street. Antonio stopped on the front porch, took off all his clothes but his shoes, cut a deep gash across his torso and ran after jerry. Cochraine took a potshot at Antonio with the hunting rifle while he was undressing and put a load of lead deep into his right shoulder causing him to drop the machete and spin around. He picked up the machete with his left and chased after Jerry, Cochraine chased after Antonio firing the rifle at him and reloading it from his pockets, while Harold followed videotaping the whole ordeal with a camcorder he had stolen. Antonio was gaining on the slow moving Jerry, in a furious rage. A round flew centimeters from Antonio’s head taking his right ear off. Antonio stumbled but continued gaining, more shots being fired around him, the sounds of sirens in the distance. A shot hit Antonio in the ass and he spun around and began running in erratic directions, all around. It was harder for Cochraine to hit him. It was then that Antonio was in arm’s reach of Jerry and sliced a two inch gash down Jerry’s back. Jerry’s legs gave out from under him and he spilled onto the ground like curdled milk out of a dropped bottle. Antonio then went to work on Jerry. Hack after deep hack into the fat body of Jerry, hacking him to shreds. Blood sprayed all over Antonio and flesh and gore flopped and splattered all about the road. Jerry’s skull was smashed into a crimson pile on the pavement. His torso looked like a garbage can full of rotten steak bones and blood. His legs and arms were hacked into pieces and laying in odd angles about the sludge that was once Jerry’s body. What Antonio didn’t hear was the police telling him to drop the weapon and put his hands on his head. Gunfire raged. Cochraine ran in the other direction dropping the rifle in fear. Harold hid behind a tree and videotaped Antonio’s body flying around in mid air like a dead leaf in a looping autumn breeze. Bullets punctured his face, torso, chest, arms, legs, he died before he hit the ground, falling like a bag of bricks onto the remnants of Jerry. Harold darted into the woods. When Harold returned to the house with the camcorder, Mike was sitting there. He had brought a case of beer, and Cochraine sat across from him drinking. They passed a joint back and forth. "Give me a beer Mike.” mike got up and got Harold a beer. "I see you brought your vcr Mike.” Harold lit a cigarette. "Yeah, but if you want to watch a movie we’re leaving the game on, fifth inning, Cleveland’s tied with Cincinnati. "Right on, turn it up.” Harold took the video out of the camcorder and put it in the vcr, pressing play, the jittery images of the violent deaths of Jerry and Antonio shot into play on the screen. "This is pretty fucked up.” "Yeah it is.”
