The Summer I Died: A Thriller (21 page)

The slabs of flesh fell on the ground near one of the severed toes, like two hamburgers next to
a
finger sausage. Naked, Skinny Man picked up the dice again, bounced them off my head and followed them as they rolled over to the dog dishes.
“
MOTHERFUCKER!
”
he yelled as he kicked the dishes against the wall. Butch ran
up the stairs, apparently able to tell the difference between a psychotic fugue and a domestic tantrum.

He came at me again with the saw, stopped in front of me, fondled himself.
“
You must shit horseshoes.
”
I watched him rub blood all over his erect cock, up under his balls, until I almost threw up again.

He went back in the room with Jamie, zing went the blade, out came an ear, arcing through the air. Zing went the blade again, and out came two fingers, followed by a wad of blood soaked hair. And the screams, so loud, so relentless. I was in space, I was out of my mind, even though I was still kind of in the moment. Like walking down an icy hill, knowing you’re going to fall no matter what, I was just accepting it all, just going with it, like, yeah
,
man, cut us up, show me how bad it can be, bring it on and do your crazy dance with me. I could feel myself sliding into another world.

When he came out he flung a handful of bloody teeth
—
Jamie’s teeth
—
against the wall.

He rolled the dice a third time, and again it came up with Tooth’s numbers. It was funny, in a sick way. I began to go with it, thinking I was protected by Heaven, that maybe I did have some purpose for being here, here on earth, here in hell, here there everywhere.

He went and got his big ax once more, put it over his shoulder and
undulated
in front of us, a snake rising out of a basket. The ax cut through the air, a glint of chrome through a piss yellow light. The blade zinged into Tooth’s soft flesh and crunched into his hip bone, and his body fell sideways, caught on the chains.

The ax fell to the ground and chimed off some stones on the dirt floor. Tooth passed out, or died, I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t really care. Jamie kept crying.

Skinny Man tossed the ax over near the door and left, the light went off, the door locked, I shut my eyes and dreamed of my mother.

CHAPTER 18

Scrape, scrape, scrape.

What the hell was that? I opened my eyes and saw a demon moving in the shadows beside me, sucking in a labored breath and choking on it. It took a moment to realize it was Tooth, awake again, and sawing at his hand. His vague shadow revealed bits and pieces of razor wire sticking out of his face. He was bent sideways at an awkward angle, like he’d been doing the YMCA dance and got stuck at C.

It became clear to me that the next time Skinny Man came down would probably be the last time; he was irate, if
such an understatement
could be imagined. The remaining seconds were ticking away slowly, counting down to an inevitable demise. It’s hard to describe what I felt at that moment: sheer panic, absolute fear, anger at knowing I could do nothing about it. I wanted to say goodbye to Tooth and Jamie, figuring maybe I’d find some closure in it all, that maybe it would cleanse my soul. Who kn
o
w
s
,
really; it just felt right.

“
Hey, guys
.
.
.
”
I began. I stopped, searching for the words. If this was going to be my last time talking to them, I wanted to go out with dignity and meaning. It brought back a memory of when Jamie’s hamster died, and
how
she’d made us all go out into the backyard while she said a eulogy in its honor. I’d hated that damn hamster because she used to let it run around the house
and it nearly tripped me down the stairs a couple times. Sometimes I would torment her by pretending to step on it until she cried and hit me. In the backyard, she’d stood there with her shoebox coffin and said,
“
Nibbles is going to Hamster Heaven, where all hamsters have fun and play all day and there’s lot of other hamsters for friends, and when I go to Heaven I can visit Nibbles, too.
”
And she cried and put the box in the ground and I was annoyed because I was missing an episode of
Star Trek
or something. I didn’t realize it then, but her idea of Heaven was pretty nice; for a ten-year-old, she’d put it pretty well.

Right now, I couldn’t think of a thing to say, nothing even close to being poignant. So I said,
“
Tooth
, I’m scared. Oh, man
, I’m s
c
a
red
and
I don’t want to die. I’m so sorry for this and I know this sounds lame and stupid but, I just want you to know you were the best friend ever, and if we go to Heaven, I don’t know, I hope there’re a lot of naked women waiting for us.
”

I wanted to tell Tooth that Skinny Man was right
—
I was a
virgin
—
but I didn’t. Even in death I was embarrassed. Not only was I a virgin but I was also a geek, I mean a stereotypical nerd. Why had I cared so much about science fiction and comic
books and horror movies? Lot of good it did me in life, and it sure didn’t give me any insight into this hell we were in.

He didn’t even look at me, just kept at his wrists.

“
I guess I just want to say thanks, Tooth, for always having my back, for being cool to me when everyone else kind of ignored me. God knows you could have left me home most nights and hooked up with some girls. It means a lot to me that you didn’t.
”

I was crying now, but not the frantic scared-shitless crying I’d been doing for the past
—
what was it?
—
couple days. I was crying from my heart, because I was feeling
the beauty of life. I know that sounds like a crock of shit, but as I leaned there, the jingling chains supporting my tired bulk, I was able to understand why people hung posters of sunsets on their walls. Life really
is
amazing, and when you
’re
about to lose it, you finally notice that you never really took it in before. And you realize the sheer magnitude of what it involves, from your first kiss to your hundredth slice of pizza. I guess that’s why those tears drifted down my cheeks.

I also wanted to tell him I loved him, but
it
didn’t feel right. I can’t explain it, other than maybe it was too weak a thing to say. Plus I figured he knew in his own way.
 
I just repeated that it had meant a lot.

Tooth, whether he heard me or not, was still moving about, albeit slower than before. Sonofabitch was strong, a real tough mother. Should have been dead already, considering the amount of blood he’d lost. I could see by the crack of light from under the door that he was still hunkered over to one side, his hip probably shattered into tiny shards. And though I couldn’t see it, I figured he must be pumping out blood like a
ruptured water main
.

From above me, the ceiling shook with footsteps, a random pacing to and fro. Dust trickled down on my brow.

“
Jamie,
”
I shouted, not caring if Skinny Man heard me or not,
“
Jamie, I’m sorry we fought all the time. I’m sorry for this, it’s all my fault. I’m sorry for not being nicer to you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I
.
.
.
love
.
.
.
”

And that was all I got out for Jamie, that I was sorry, because I felt the weight of the moment in my stomach and threw my head back and sobbed uncontrollably. I managed to say I love you, but she probably didn’t hear it around the sobbing. For all I knew she was dead now anyway.

The footsteps came down the stairs, the key went into the lock, and the door opened. Silhouetted against the light from upstairs, the skinny maniac sauntered in, already naked with the damn dog behind him.

He didn’t speak; he didn’t come over and touch us either. There was a new look in his eyes, not so much fear but sobriety, as if he’d just received some sort of life-altering wake up call. He reached up and turned the bulb on, apathetic to my snivels, and bathed the room in the color of dead leaves; the once yellow bulb was spattered with blood.

I looked over at my best friend, who was beyond anything I would ever recognize as human. Naked. Burnt. Bound. Gagged. Split. Sliced. Drenched in blood with two round medallions of raw meat stuck to his chest where his nipples had been, his duct-taped face erupting with pus and blood and strands of razor wire that had wedged into his forehead and cheekbones. The hole in the tape sucked in and out of his mouth so faintly it might have only been the breeze
coming down the stairs
that made
it move.
His blackened groin was a mass of bubbles a
nd blood-
filled boils that oozed down his legs. He was in the process of dying, our plan not so much abandoned as improbable now.

Flies speckled the walls, lit on my body, on Tooth’s body, in the dog dishes. The floor was brown with dried blood. A few toes,
one with a silver ring,
still
lay about
. The foot was gone, probably to wherever the mystery woman went. The pieces of Tooth’s cell phone were sticking out of the gore like
tiny
sinking lifeboats.

Skinny Man was going through his instruments on the table, picking up little knives and trowels and axes, examining a handsaw and a long metal rod sharpened at
one end.
He spread them out on the floor and went through each one, picking it up, hefting it, looking at us, putting it down.

I was beginning to breath heavier and heavier, both because Tooth was about to die, and I was about to take his spot in the game. Skinny Man knew Tooth was on his last breath, which meant those instruments were for me. He was mad at me anyway, because he couldn’t roll my number. Why I had been spared so far I didn’t know. I didn’t even want to begin to think about it. Not only did I not want to jinx it, but if I delved into it and sought for some religion, I would only attempt to find meaning in it. There was no meaning to this; this was just our bad luck. Nothing more. Purpose? Fate? Destiny? It was bullshit. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time, that was all.

And because I had my fucking driver’s license on me, Jamie was in it with us. He had never gone back to get my parents, or to seek out Tooth’s home. What were my parents doing now? They must have gotten back from Providence. But they wouldn’t come looking for me, not if they knew I was with Tooth. They’d just assume we were off drunk and hanging out. But Jamie, she was another story. If she didn’t check in they’d be concerned, they’d call her friends and ask if they knew where she was. She was supposed to have been at the damn mall flirting with boys. What happened? Cancelled plans? Bad luck again?

The wrong place at the wrong time.

Skinny Man chose a hammer and a spike about the size of a magic marker and stood up.

Tooth’s body, up till now supported by both the wall and the chains, began to slide down. Small nerve spasms
rocked it back and forth. He wasn’t getting any air and his body was fighting for it.

“
Tooth! Oh God, Tooth! No!
”

Even though I knew it was my voice it still sounded far away.
I’d
read about how these moments appear as though you’re watching a television show or movie
. But that’s
only half right, because part of
my
brain kn
ew
it
was
happening right there, and so what
I
actually fe
lt
wa
s
split in half. I was two people, the mind and the body, looking at a picture of a cellar but feeling the wall and dirt floor within it.
I wanted to be all mind, to see it all as a two-dimensional image. But it didn’t go that way.

Skinny Man unwrapped the tape from Tooth’s face. Underneath, the razor wire fell away to reveal branches of lacerations. His cheeks were shredded like tattered rags.

“
I want to know why they call you Tooth,
”
Skinny Man said. He smashed the hammer into tooth’s jaw with the indifference of a man just doing his job
and
Tooth’s bridge went flying against the wall in a splotch of blood.
“
Well I’ll be, you ain’t even got any teeth, Tooth.
”
He pulled back his arm and swung again. Two molars shot out from the torn cheeks, blood spit out like black cherry sundae sauce. Tooth didn’t make a sound; I think he was crawling toward the light.

I was still screaming,
“
You fucker! Stop it! Stop it! Tooth! No!
”