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were made even longer by his black socks reaching up to the
knees.
    “ You want to
dress like that? A nyway I doubt anyone will recognize
you. You look so different- not in the better way. ”
    He ignored The Voice. I have seen a book-store down the road. They
might have bibles. We’ll buy one. All this
talk about the bible gave him more and more inspiration to continue
his pathetic existence.
    Then I don’t have to be guilty.
I read the bible. Everyone says god forgives. How many gods are
there. Voice, which bible.
    “ They all
carry the same idea really.” The Voice replied. Faking enthusiasm in order to meet
Rikki’s.
    -
    “ I knows der’s
sumone in der, I saw you wit them bags, quit trippin
man ,” h e said
aggressively as he knocked on the wooden door of the book-store. He
had seen Lysei enter the book-store carrying plastic
bags.
    Lysei came and opened the door
and let him in.
    -
    Did you see
that bitch , h e asked The
Voice .
    They was f**kin. I smelled
pussy.
    The Voice did
not reply but rather thought about how doomed Rikki was. His
enthusiasm was revealing the true Rikki; the perverted, arrogant,
selfish Rikki. Sure he was trying but his self-destructiveness was going to kill him. The
bible was simply a way of passing him on peacefully. His badness was going to kill him. He would never
change and within him there was a goodness and with that goodness
knowing that he would not change but continue to live an empty
existence the moment he became better, the goodness would use
regret, sorrow and guilt to lead him on to suicide. He would first
have to die in the mind so that he could kill himself in the flesh.
He would die for the greater good.
    Good bye
Rikki. The Voice said as he entered his
apartment and it was the last time he heard It . He was alone now. Reading the bible, trying to get back on
top so he could again laugh at everyone else.
    Three days later. The duty manager knocked,
knocked some more, called out Mr. Chards, shouted Mr. Chards but
there was no reply. He thought that maybe Rikki went out and
thought about how that would be better because what he had really
come for was to enter the apartment for inspection. Using his duty
manager magnetic strip card he opened the door. The noise had gone
down, but there were complaints of a foul odour different to the
one before and he smelled it now, very different from the one he
smelled three days ago. Like a dead cat, he thought. He entered and
found the room clean, neat, shockingly clean and neat. With the
sliding door opened to the balcony. But the smell was more horrible
inside and as he turned left towards the bedroom, he saw an
outstretch, motionless hand through the half opened door. He slowly
and carefully, as if walking on glass or on ice, went toward the
bedroom and the closer he got the more apparent the paleness of the
hand, and the more closer he got, the more apparent the ants and
maggots became and the more amplified the smell was and with his
right hand he covered his mouth and nose. He reach out a hand and
pushed further the half opened door and he saw the other hand, the
wrist with a razor blade stuck in it, he saw the carpet around the
body covered in dried blood, t hen
unconsciously he looked at the eyes being eaten by the maggots and
ants. Vomit escaped through the spaces between his fingers and he
tried to keep the rest in as he ran outside the room screaming
“Help!, Help!, Help!”. Rikki’s self-destruction was
complete.

Interlude: The Keepers.

    On t he day
that Rikki killed himself.
    “ A most
interesting case. Now can you tell me what the he ll just happened, Sir First?”
    “ He committed
suicide,” The First said trying to avoid
difficult answers. “What else is there too it?”
    “ You are being
ignorant. Can’t you see the file. You saw them ,” The First -rank-opp
replied.
    “ Nonetheless,
he took the blade and cut himself. That’s all there is to
it.”
    “ F**kin
amazing huh, Sir First,” The First -rank-opp