Trios (viii)

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"Nice to see you again"
"Christ! Can you not do that everytime we meet?" I exclaimed as my pencil bounced off the desk and went hurling across the room.
"Sorry do what?" Smuck apepared in a smart snappy double-breasted suit with a french collar.
"Jump out on people at the most unexpected times."
"Oh..." Unphased he took out a pipe and procceeded to pat his jacket for a lighter as he sat down on a spendidly uphostered chair that i didn't own.
Silence washed between us, though it was quickly banished by the scratch of a match being lit.
"Jesus Eric, exams have finished for 15 days now and you're still idling at home." He paused and eyed my desk. "And what the hell are you doing at a desk with a pencil? Where are your friends?"
"They're away, enjoying themselves as they should."
"Why are you still here?"
"I have those silly interviews, you know, 20 minutes that can make or brake me!"
"I guess with that, you wouldn't of had much peace then."
"Let's not talk about it ok."
"Sure." Abruptly he stood up, "Let's go!" he said and snapped his fingers.
There was no blinding rays of light, nothing faded in or out, nothing exploded, but everything just appeared before me.
"You like hanging in the city don't you? I hate it." I cut in before he could react. "Well, I don't hate it, I just find it annoying because I have no idea where everything is. And the fact that I couldn't find any twine! Stop looking at me like that, it looks like you just saw something horridly sick!"
"Possibly because I think that you are, have you ever looked around you yet?" I stared ahead and saw the sky. I looked at my feet and saw the city below with it's networks of streets and roads, cars flowing like the stream, people crawling like ants. People were everywhere. Pouring of trams, coming out of shops. All talking, mostly smiling, looking joyful and generally happy.
"What on earth did you need twine for?"
"I found some brown wrapping paper...and I got a bit excited and carried away." I glanced to my side and saw he was shaking his head. "What?"
"Oh nothing, just thought you had put a tad too much effort into it." His expression quickly switched, swiftly morphing into something sinisterly devious. "Now to do what we came here to do!" He grabbed my arm tightly and led me to the opposite edge of the building. "Hush." Smuck pointed at a proud figure standing on the edge some distance up ahead. He had his hands on his hips, head high in the clouds, standing tall and ambitious. Smuck's footsteps became lighter; though his wooden heels shoes still clicked loudly on the floor.
"What are you doing?"
"Pouncing."
"Let an old pro show you how it's done"
Smuck shook his head in disbelief as he gestured me to lead. "I can't believe you just referenced the Lion King."
I bent my knees and proceeded slowly and steadily forwards, focusing more on shifting my weight and balancing then the direction in which I was heading. "So why are we doing this?" I whispered
"His name is Omega. Just go and surprise him." Smuck smiled gingerly. I wasn't convinced. "Look, we'll just get to him, and I'll do the talking."
I nodded in agreement.
As we got close, I realised that the figure was a lot shorter than he appeared. His green shirt was dirty, stained and scuffled. His pants was of a disgusting mustard yellow and his shoes seemed to be missing. And he had a strange repugnant scent.
I tapped on his shoulder.
He turned around. He had the friendliest face. The most innocent and pure smile I had ever seen. Happiness seemed to flow out of him. He grinned at me. But then he eyed Smuck. Omega's face began to crumble in disgust. His glow diminished. Omega looked power hungry, evil, mad, insane. Hatred leaked from him and polluted the environment like transmission oil spilled on the carpet.
"Suprise!" Smuck exclaimed in a cheerful voice and pushed him off the edge.
Omega raged.

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An endless seek of satisfaction and adrenaline.