Yeah, Write #269- A Rookie No More

A Rookie No More

by

Shannon Barber

“The fuck is this?”

One of the two men frowns, the other smiles and leans over to kiss the smooth brown cheek of the Black woman sitting on a pussy pink couch.

“Viv, this is my new partner, Detective Nathanial St. Pierre. Nate this is Vivian.”

Nate offers his hand and Viv offers hers ready to be kissed. He does so and shifts uncomfortably. Something about her big eyes and accent he can’t place makes him uncomfortable.

“What you want? I have shit to do. Drinks?”

Both men shake their heads.

“No thank you mi amor. I need your skills and the rookie needs to learn. Usual fee, we’ll meet you at The Gibbering Loon.”

Viv looks up at Nate, her large eyes unblinking, Nate resists squirming barely. She smiles and dismisses them with a wave.

In the car Nate starts bitching right away.

“Man Martinez, this bitch better be worth it. Something is wrong with her. She some kind of strawberry? And tonight? What is the Gib-“

Martinez chuckles.

“Shut up. Just be ready. I’ll pick you up at 9 and wear black. We gotta look nice to be out with Vivian. Don’t fuck this up with your bullshit. Now let’s get lunch.”

Martinez dresses carefully, black linen long sleeveless tunic over butter soft leather. While he lotions his big brown, heavily tattooed arms, he imagines Vivian stroking his skin with her long soft  fingers, can almost hear her huge deep laugh. He drapes himself in her favorite medallions. There are four each with a likeness of her in various forms. Yes, he feels fine.

Nate is not so careful. He pulls on a pair of black pants and a slightly too small black button up leftover from his waiter days. He waits for his partner, storing up his gripes. He hates being subordinate to Martinez. He’s so smooth with his whole Latin lover schtick.

Martinez arrives driving his matte black 300 and Nate hates him more.

“Well, I guess you tried.”

“Fuck you. What are you trying to be?” You look like Fuckin Blade.”

Martinez laughs and pulls away from the curb, he says nothing else.

The Gibbering Loon is the kind of place you wonder about when you drive by. The black facade is plain and almost seems to brood. At night it comes alive, beautiful and strange people ease in and out past a single black door.

Inside two headed bats and faceless sphinxes hold court from the walls and corners, Nate stands, nakedly gaping at everything.

“Listen, I worked hard to cultivate this. Don’t fuck it up, rookie.”

Nate can’t understand how he hears Martinez’s words above the din of laughter and music. Somewhere deep inside his antediluvian self, some unutterable terror rears itself up and cackles and makes great ululations of protest. The fear pops a sweat along his bald head, he wants to run.

 A few drinks in and Nate is outside of his body and fear. His mouth smiles and when he sees Martinez fall to his knees he follows suit. Vivian emerges from deep shadows clad in yellow silk and clearly naked beneath the thin fabric.

Nate feels his body rise, he feels it walk towards her open arms and lay his cheek against her dark breast. When he lifts his face to look into her eyes, he sees, he sees the secrets of the Sleeping, Dreaming Gods and the black notice of the Outer Gods. He understands.

She holds him softly and whispers in his ear.

“See inside me, I am the Crawling Chaos. I am reborn. Be mine, Detective St. Pierre.”

Nate breathes in the tenebrous darkness of her, he is hers.

She leaves him and Martinez is there, grinning his smooth grin.

“Somos hermanos. Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.”

Detective St. Pierre nods.

“Somos hermanos. Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.”

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5 thoughts on “Yeah, Write #269- A Rookie No More

  1. Not gonna lie – I often have no idea exactly what is happening in your stories. Like, I’m not sure who or what Vivian is, but you create such an atmosphere in your writing that I just don’t worry about it and surrender myself to the sensations.

  2. I love this. The part that works best for me is that you have a character who is just as clueless about what is going on here as I was. While I agree with Cyn’s comment above, I think this story works better overall for me because it’s nailed down to a setting.

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