Maniac Blood – Chapter 2


I sat there for what seemed like a long time. I noticed things that I had never noticed before. I knew there were three couches around the television, but I never noticed other things.

There were 43 board games. 7 of them were checkers.

There were 182 books on the bookcase.

There were 28 chairs.

Outside the window I saw 12 trees.

There were 6 round tables and 1 small square table.

The square table had a broken foot so it wobbled.

While I was counting the tiles on the floor, two men sat at the table with me. I had never seen them before. At least I don’t remember if I had or not. They were well groomed. They wore black suits and dark sunglasses. I wish I had sunglasses…

They asked me how I was doing. I’m sure I shrugged.

They tried poorly at small talk, then put a file on the table. One of the men opened it up and began to read. He was saying things about me that he was sure of, but the things he was saying, I wasn’t sure of. He told me of my military service to my country. Then they both thanked me for my three tours.

I had no idea what they were talking about.

They saw that.

“Do you remember the war, Mr. Blood?”

I grimaced and shook my head.

“Do you remember serving your country in the armed forces?”

I thought for a long while. “I remember killing people, I think.”

The one on the left chuckled and said, “Yes, you had quite an extraordinary war record.”

I shrugged.

They talked for a long time. I was getting very bored. I saw bird out the window…

“Would you like to serve your country one more time? Mr. Blood?”


“Your country needs you.”

“To do what? I don’t know how to do anything.”

“Yes you do, Mr. Blood.”


“You know how to kill.” The both smiled.

“Lots of people know how to do that.”

“Your talents go slightly beyond everyone else when it comes to this.”

I farted.

It was loud and it smelled. I felt weird about farting in front of men in suits, but it just happened.

They coughed.

We sat silently for awhile and then I think they became nervous because I was staring at them.

“You see, Mr. Blood, there is a very bad man. His name is Ash Delgado. He is one of the biggest drug lords in the country. We have tried and tried to get him locked up but nothing we ever do, by the law the way it’s written, will ever stick to him.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“We, your country, would like you to kill Ash Delgado.”

I sat there for some time, confused. I couldn’t do anything, anywhere. I couldn’t leave. I had been kept safe inside that place for as long as my brain would let me think.

“Are you two guys real?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you really here with me? Are we really in the day room? Am I awake?”

One of the men leaned over and whispered into the others ear. I heard what he said. He said, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

The other man sad something about Castro and the word, fine.

Then they looked at me and smiled, not like LaGar.

“We are very much real, Mr. Blood. We are representatives of the United States of America.”

“I know that place.”

“Good.” He cleared his throat and looked at his friend, then back at me. “We are suggesting that you would be free from this place. You will find Ash Delgado and kill him.”

“And that’s it?”

“No. That’s not it. There is one more thing that you would have to do. Delgado also has kidnapped Senator Rubinstein’s daughter, Sara. We would ask you to free her and kill Delgado.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“The country wants me to do this?”

“Yes. The president himself has given the go ahead for this mission. It is of course, extremely top secret.”

“Of course.”

They said a bunch of other things but I was just thinking of killing someone. This guy. They showed me a picture. He was big and fat with a droopy bottom lip. They kept talking and I kept thinking.

“Will you do it?”

“Do what?”

The man on the right was upset and slammed his hand down on the table flat.

I didn’t like that.

The man on the right seemed to understand that I didn’t like that.

He slowly moved the other man’s hand from the tabletop.

“Killing Delgado and freeing Rubinstein.”

“Yes. Yes, I would very much enjoy doing that thing.”

“There is a catch.”


“You will get a three day head start. Then, for public relation purposes, we will let it leak that you have escaped here. Every law enforcement agency in the country will then be looking for you. So, in order to get this done and done right, we need you to finish it off in three days, then come back here. Do we have a deal, Mr. Blood.”

I thought about it for what I thought was a very long time. I was excited to go out and kill someone, but I hadn’t been outside in such a long time, I had forgotten what it was like.

“Is it okay if I just kill him the first day and come back?”

They seemed a little confused with my question.

“That would be fine, if you can do it.”

“Good. I would rather do that.”

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