he cameras fade in to a overcast sky and lighting striking in the distance. Cody Carson is standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing that has oh so become his close companion. He looked different, almost scared. His face was unusually white, and his body poster looked like he was dieing. Carmen Dumas walked out of the apartment and touched his back. He could barely feel it through the black and white West Coast copper hoody, with burn holes all over it and a rip in the side from a barb wire fence. HE looked over his shoulder at her. She was stunning. Oh how much he loved her. She under stood him, one of the few people that did. He didn’t say it enough he knew but hell, old habits die hard.
“Hun?” Carmen asked.
“Yeah.” He replied fighting a losing battle inside himself.
“What’s on your mind?” Carmen asked resting her chin on his shoulder, and letting her breasts touch his arm. Oh how he loved them, oh how he loved her.
“Nothin.” Cody said, with a smirk knowing she was about to call him on his lie.
“Bull shit.” She chipped. How dumb did her think she was anyway?
“Nothin.” Cody said before she could ask him again, reading her mind.
“IS it your…”
“No.” Cody said knowing she was about to ask about his first pay per view match in SFT.
“IS it…”
“Yes.”
Carmen chuckled. “Menstrual Cramps eh?”
“Oh, no.”
“I know its Justin.”
Cody’s eyes shifted from her to the sky again. The mere mention of his name sent Cody into a mixed reaction. On one hand he wanted to strangle the son of a bitch, he raised his hand to Carson woman. Ever since he came everything has been fucked. He shot at Cody. The two have fought. But on the other hand Cody felt the major guilt. What if he would have been in Iraq with him? Cody wasn’t a sharpshooter but he knew his way with a gun. What if, if he was there no one died. Justin wouldn’t be fucked up. I mean Justin was thirty four and was probable the oldest in the fleet. Cody earlier went to the library and read up on the fire fight. There was a huge group of Iraqis that ambushed a group of Canadian troops. Nine seventeen year olds died, six eighteen, one nineteen, three between twenty and twenty five and one survivor. So much shit had to happen to him. Justin watched people who could have been and where his kids get gunned down in front of him. So much fro one man to take. “Yeah, its Justin.”
“Cody, he‘s been put away, he can’t get us.”
“How the hell can you be so calm about this?” Cody yelled. “He was my best fuckin friend. He watched his men die.”
“Cody you can’t change the past.”
“I fuckin know that. But Jesus Christ.” Cody slammed his first on the railing. He felt the blood rush to his face. He was angry. More at himself then anyone and thing.
“I‘m sorry.” Carmen whispered into his ear.
“It‘s fine.” He turned and wrapped his arms around her. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Cody kissed her nose and smiled. “I‘m gonna go for a drive.”
“Okay, can I come?”
“I don‘t think so.”
“Why?”
“Hun, I need some time alone.”
“okay.” She frowned. “Supper will be ready when you get home.”
“Okay.” She kissed him and then he walked toward the stairs. Carmen watched him, worried about him. Cody never acted like this.
Dos/.
Cody Carson sat in the drivers seat of the truck, not really knowing where he was goinging for why he was goin there. He was just driving in a trance. Fighting with himself. How could he let his friend get this bad? How the hell did Justin get this bad? If I was in his position could I take it? He was at war with himself and every time he brought up a point like everyone dies in war, their was a smart beat down like, Well you didn’t have to watch children they where under your watch get gunned down. Justin had every right to go crazy. He truly did. Cody knew it, and knew that if he was in that position he would have done the same thing but Carmen would have been there for him. Justin came to Cody for help, not because he wanted fuck up his life. How could Cody be so pig headed to not see it? Cody hit the brakes, and pulled to a stop in front of the psycho ward. He got out of the truck and walked up to the front doors, in a trance like state. Through the doors the receptionist talked to him.
“Hello sir, what could I do you for?” She asked, leaning forwards and her breast poping out of her unbuttoned shirt. She was chewing on her pen lid and smiled at him, giving him a quick wink.
“I need to talk to Justin Monity.”
She flips through a couple of papers and then looks up. “Are you family or friend.”
Cody thought for a minute. “Family.”
“Of what relation doll?”
“I‘m his little brother.”
“Oh. Well I‘m sure Mr. Monity will be as happy to see you as I was.”
“I hope.” Cody said under his breath.
“Follow me.” The woman lead him down a long darker corridor and into a room with white walls and a huge plexy-glass wall. Justin is brought in and once again the two lock eyes. Justin sits in the seat and Cody sits in his. Both the guard and the woman leave and the two sit there in silence. Cody was fighting inside and it was all he could do not to break down and cry right there. Confess everything to Justin, but he firmed his jaw and stared at him.
“What did you come here for?” Justin asked.
“I‘m here to talk to you. I need too.”
“Why? To tell me how its easy to stab your best friend in the back?” Justin asked raising an eyebrow.
“Look man…”
“You‘re not getting anything from me. You’re not getting the location of the base.”
“What base?”
“You can‘t trick me.”
“Justin.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I‘m your friend. Its Cody.”
“They have brain washed you Cody.”
“Who?”
“Them.”
“Who are they?”
Justin suddenly punches the glass and cracks it. He continues to as blood starts to form on the glass and the guard comes into the room taking him down and ejecting something into him. “No, No more.”
“Justin.”
“TRADER!!!”
“Justin…” Cody put his hand on the glass.
“I trusted you!!!”
Cody Carson stared at his friend and sighed. How the hell did he let this happen?
tres/.
Carmen Dumas stood in the washroom, hoping to god that Cody didn’t get home before she could do this. Inside she knew something was wrong. She had been getting sick every morning and having weird cravings. She was also putting on some weight and She knew what it meant. She just needed this stupid little test to prove it. When the test finally showed the ‘+’ symbol Carmen sighed and sat down on the toilet seat. “How do I tell him?” She asked herself. Cody had so much shit going on right now this would be really bad for him right now It might be that push that would put hi over the edge. Or it might be the boost he needed. She took a deep breath and smiled. “Well, he said he wanted children.” She started to chuckle to herself and she walked out to the living room. Popping down on the couch she opened a bottle of apple juice. Yes, apple juice. And started to drink it. She pulled her legs up onto the couch and grabbed the note pad that she liked to write on. In big letters she wrote ‘BABY NAMES’. She drew a line then wrote boy and girl. After writing a couple she stopped. “HE can‘t know this way, I‘ll tell him…” She crumbled up the paper and tossed it out. Taking another sip of the apple juice she grabbed another plate of spaghetti. “Ha, now I can eat more.” She smiled and sighed. But deep down she was torn apart. How would Cody react? What would happen? IF they broke up? Or the baby died… OR the test was wrong? So many questions but only one for some strange reason stuck in her head. And she said it out loud, “We need Pickles and ice cream.”
Fuck off, before I traumatize you for life. If blood, violence, gore, stupid humor,religious jokes, sexist jokes, and a whole lot of fucking sound a little too outrageous for your tastes, then grab your purse, adjust your skirt and get the fuck out of my sight. 