A writer mis-uses tranquilisers Pt2

Barren Luckless fell to the floor of the library. Condensation dripped off the windows and computer screens. Four hours had passed since Freddy Mercury had killed the security guards, and now they all lay about in a heap, similarly in the same way they would if they were in a jungle, instead of a public library. 1

Freddy Mercury had long since returned to the spirit world and there was a long, drifting silence - library silence.2

Barren scratched his left nipple, then his right. His left was the itchy one, but he felt like he shouldn't play favourites. Now was certainly not the time.3

Clutching his kettle, which had now cooled and was useless as a bird deterent, Barren exited the library. He gazed suspiciously at each passerby and they regarded him with the same callous indifference with which he was used to. 4

The truth was, nobody really noticed him. No one gave a fuck about his comings, goings, or in betweens. He was a living ghost, and the isolation had done some strange things to him.5

or perhaps, the strange things had always been there and they subconciously effected reality to the point where he exuded a non-presence. 6

This was the least of Barren Luckless' problems. In four hours, his nuclear goldfish would need feeding, or it would explode, destroying the entire city and probably a great deal of wigs as well.7

This didn't sit well with him, and so he needed to find enough money to buy some nuclear goldfish food. 8

Struggling downhill, he attempted to ask people for coins, but they simply shrugged him off. You're going to buy alcohol or drugs they would say, then spit at the ground in the most moral of ways and then stroll off and buy drugs and alcohol themselves. 9

One elderly lady told him he needed to " Pull his socks up" which really didn't make matters any better for our hero.10

He had given up hope, and was going to sell his kettle at a pawn shop when all of a sudden, Barren's arch-rival decended from the sky, the musty scent of expensive champagne following him.11

It was the man known simply as, The Golden Hypnotiser.12

The Golden Hypnotiser stood at average height, when he stood of course. Sometimes he would sit and then he would be average sitting height. But when he laid down, he was much larger.13

The Golden Hypnotiser and Barren Luckless were born in the same hospital, St. Agony. They were born enemies and would die enemies. This was the way things were.14

# Intermission#15

I once had a dream where I was In New Zealand, and for some reason there were a bunch of black bears wearing netball tops there as well, and I got into an arguement with them and they chased me down a hill, then I jumped into a car and did a handstand on the accellerator to escape.16

#Intermission Over#17

Barren Luckless and The Golden Hypnotiser squared off, walking in a circle like they do in the films, when two people are about to18

duel. In the distance, someone played a trumpet and several tumbleweeds rolled by which had fallen off the back of the truck of a local tumbleweed farmer named Theodore. 19

The Golden Hypnotiser reached for his luger pistol, Barren- his kettle. Anticipation hung in the air.20

So did the very first crocodile ever to grow wings, but she was three hundred kilometres away from the place of the story, but if you were interested, she was pretty damn chuffed with her new bat wings. She said " Hell yeah, I'm the great barracuda of the sky" then flew into the sunset.21

Getting back to the main story though, Barren Luckless splashed The Golden hypnotiser, wetting his expensive clothes, shiny golden watch and fancy leather hat. The Golden Hypnotiser, who never spoke, simply blinked uncomprehensiously, then fired three times. 22

The bullets entered Barren luckless like a drunk enters a bar- very fast and quite loud. 23

Barren fell to the ground, groaning and bleeding, not particularly in that order. The Golden hypnotiser smirked and asended back into the sky.24

thus ends Part two.