Chapter 3: Killer Instinct

Chapter 3: Killer Instinct 

By now it was starting to sink in that TMR took control of Serge, here in the 3rd dimension. Although strange as it seemed, Serge liked the idea of having something take over his mind, but it did prove to be annoying at times. For example, one time Serge had just met a girl. A quaint little blond by the name of Cyndi was dancing in the Germanfest at Schutzen Park hall. She asked him to hang out with her at her uncle’s house while he was away on business. Here’s how the story went down. They are in the kitchen at her uncle’s house. 

Cyndi: “Gee, I’m really glad you could stay here with me.” 

Serge: “No problem, dear. I always help a maiden in distress.” 

Cyndi: Do you drink?” 

Serge: “Everything that contains 60 proof or higher, but if you got some beer or wine, I’ll drink it.” She walked over to a cupboard and opened it to see what delectables were in it. Serge stood there with a half a smirk as he stares at her plump butt cheeks that were exposed under her short shorts. He thinks to himself, maybe she’ll hump me. I’ll make ten this month. I’d better be careful or else I might catch something. Dear Lord, I hope I don’t At that, a little devil appeared on his shoulder. He looked like TMR and he was smoking a joint. 

“Oye...f**k that blond till she bleeds,” TMR snickers. “Drop blood to your manhood an’ give’r one for me!” In a spark, he was gone. Serge gets a semi hard on and plays a quick game of pocket pool. Just then, she turns around holding a bottle. 

Cyndi: “So, do you like Scotch?” 

Serge: “Irish, German and Italian also.” 

Cyndi: Ha, ha, ha, very funny.” She scoffs. 

Serge: “Hey Cyn, you like to smoke?” 

Cyndi: “Yeah, why you got some?” 

Serge: “I got a bag of Gold in my pocket.” 

Cyndi: “Light one up. What are you waiting for?” Serge asked her to put on the radio and when she turned it on, ‘Over the Hills and Far Away’ was playing. They sat at the kitchen table indulging themselves in alcohol and smoke talking themselves into a heavy buzz. “Hey, Serge.” 

Serge: “Yes, dear?” 

Cyndi: “You wanna watch a movie?” 

Serge: “Yeah, why not?” 

Cyndi: “The movie ‘Heavy Metal’ is on in ten minutes.” 

Serge: “Wild.” They went into the living room and turned on the set. “You wanna smoke another bone?” 

Cyndi: “I thought you’d never ask.” By now, the movie was showing a part where two space creatures were putting down mounds of space cocaine on the floor with a machine. Humungous lines were formed and they both sniffed the white powder and steered the space vessel heavily wired. Suddenly, Cyndi pulls out a compact. 

Serge: “Gonna powder your nose?” 

Cyndi: “Yeah, and so are you.” 

Serge: “What do you think I am, some kind of f*g?” 

Cyndi holds back the laughter and say, “No silly, it’s blow. Besides, you’re the one wearing eyeline.” She giggles making her balloons bounce. 

Serge: “Well, in that case-” They both snorted a bit. Serge sniffling and wiping his nose adds, “Well, it got me here didn’t it?” Cyndi leans over and gives him a soft kiss on the lips.  

She looked into his eyes and said, “Honey, you don’t need it.” Before they knew it, they were both aroused in a mysterious way. 

Serge: “Hey, what did you cut this with? Spanish Fly or something?” 

Cyndi: “It never happened before. My n*****s are hard.” 

Serge: “Yeah well, I’ve got a hard on that feels like it’s going to explode.” 

Cyndi: “I’ve got a remedy for this situation.” She pulls off her Black Sabbath T-shirt only to reveal the nicest pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. Oops! They were nicely curved and about a hand full in size with dime sized n*****s, pink in color. She displayed her rack like a tray  of fine pastries. Serg stays speechless, staring at her profusely. “See, I told you they were hard.” She reaches over and gives him oral sex until he releases himself all over the place. 

Serge says breathlessly, “Thanks, I needed that.” 

“That’s okay,” she responds. “You’ll pay me back later.” When the movie ended, they both decided they were hungry so they went and raided the refigerator. When they were through, Cyndi went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. From inside the bathroom, Cyndi asked with a sultry voice, “You ever shower with a girl before?” 

“No.” he replied nervously, slowly heading towards the bathroom door. 

Cyndi asks, “You wanna try?” 

“Sure.” he replies shyly. They went to the bathroom and disrobed each other, then entered the shower. They washed each other and in the heat of the steam, they caressed and kissed passionately. When they were done, Cyndi asked him to join her upstairs. They walked into the bedroom and Serge picked up Cyndi and threw her onto the bed and entered her. Then it happened, TMR took over. 

While he was pumping away, the transformation took place. Cyndi moaned, “Oh Serge! You’re getting bigger! And oh! I’m cooooomm... coming already! I-I can’t believe- ooh-ahh-this-aaahh-eeeah!” His body stretched and formed into the seven foot monster that lay back in the 4th dimension. He pulled out his love missile and his voice changed.  

“This is not correct.” 

“Serge, what’s going on?” Cyndi asked. 

“Serge is gone, I rule now.” A strange voice answered. He turned her around and stuck his overly large organ between the little buttocks of the blond and ripped away while she screamed in agony. Blood sloshed in all directions as he pumped his large penis into her and used her hair as a bridal, then a horrible yell as a demon rips away from a body. The monster shrunk back to human size as Serge passes out. In the morning, Serge wakes to find himself in a pool of sticky blood and sees Cyndi lying on her stomach. Her eyes were whitened, wide with opaque irises and her tongue stuck out. Serge yells, “Nooooooooooo!” as he runs to the telephone and calls the police to report the terrible sight he had just seen. He dumped the rest of the contraband and flushed it down the toilet. The police came quickly and when they investigated, could not find anybody who could have done this. Serge didn’t fit the description of the size of the phallic symbol that ripped her orifice right open and the amount of semen and the color of it, which glowed aqua silver. The police took Serge down to the precinct for questioning. 

After an agonizing interrogation, Serge was released. You may ask yourself, why did TMR do that? In the Arganian Forest 4th Sector, Mutanic women have their vaginas where the anus is on the human anatomy. Remember they don’t defecate. Since the nutrients are stored for childbearing purposes, there is no need for an anus. The way a woman gets pregnant is by the male having sexual intercourse by means of rear entry. RMR thought Serge was mating incorrectly, so he took over and did it right by Arganian standards. He did this not realizing that human anatomy and physiology are different. He wrecked her and killed her without knowing. This became a problem for Serge. You got that right! Three days later, Serge went up to the cemetery where Cyndi was buried. He was dressed in black and had a bouquet of flowers. He stood alone by the grave and as he knelt crying, it started to rain. Then an angelic hum surrounded him. He looked up and over the grave and there she stood.  

She spoke and said, “Don’t mourn me, Sergius. I was released by TMR.” 

“TMR!” Serge exclaimed. 

“Yes, please rise. Listen, TMR didn’t mean to kill me. He thought you and I were mating. Serves us right for committing fornication. Anyway, I’m in the interdimensional doorway now waiting to be born in the 4th dimension.” 

“Is he gonna do this to everyone?” 

“Maybe, maybe not. But this is out of your hands.” 

Serge yells, “No! I can’t let this happen! I hate him for what he did!” 

Cyndi says, “Don’t hate him. Please don’t.” She starts to fade away and faintly says, “I love you” as she disappears into the mist. Serge found himself angry, yet sad (the word is melancholy, stupid!) He thought to himself from this day on, he and TMR were enemies. How can he control or conquer him? This was difficult because Serge couldn’t possibly find out when TMR would take over. He would turn into a brain wave becoming helpless when TMR took over. One day, they would meet each other and when they did, they’re gonna battle each other.  

Serge left the grave and as he looked back, he stopped and said sadly, “I love you too, Cyndi.” Later on that day, he met up with Lee at the park and he had some hashish. Lee asked if Serge wanted to smoke some and get some beer. We went to the liquor store, picked up a couple of sixes and headed for the woods between the cemetery and the mausoleum. They sat down on some huge rocks and smoked some blond hashish as Serge explained the bad incident that happened a few days earlier. “Lee, that was pretty fucked up, what happened.” 

“Don’t worry about it man. Things will work out.” 

“Thanks for the peace of mind.” Serge said. 

“Just block it out.” 

“I’ll try.” All of a sudden, obsannanoo eeshak woo shnorbis denyade noon coff niff niff. They fell into a dream and suddenly, the Elder 69 and TMR were talking on Mount Shadow. 

The Elder was saying, “Death is what you made instead of life.” 

TMR said, “I mated correctly.” 

Serge sits between the two pillars and lights up a mini blunt. He smokes the intoxicating cigarette till the smoke rings through the trees. He gets up quite slowly and decides to go for a stroll in the cemetery. He decides to visit his dead friend Eric Sword, when his eyes see a disturbing sight. It seemed that he saw Crazy Joe Cotts sitting on a gravestone, quoting Bible verses and masturbating. How gross, Serge thinks to himself. Joe stops and turns around and says, “You blasphemer.” 

Serge just looks at him and says, “Yeah right. Later, dude.” He disappears into the woods. He comes out of the woods through the southern end, through the hole in the fence and went up to the park where Lee was waiting patiently with Ace and Art. 

“Out of school?” Lee asks. 

“Yeah, I cut.” Serge answered. 

The Elder says, “I got to pick up the Queen Major at two. She’s with Rebel 222 ½.” 

“That’s cool. The gruesome twosome,” Serge says, laughing. 

Art coughs a silent chuckle and comments, “Lana has some huge knockers...dude!”  

Serge returns, “Relax bro, 222 ½ deserves respect even from thee. Got it?”  

Art nods his head responding, “It’s kosher.” 

Ace mumbles, “Well I’m going home to munch.” 

Art said to Ace, “I’ll follow you.” They both said, “Later guys,” as they walked away. 

The Elder yells at them, “Meet us at the Palace.” Ace stops and points to his wrist, asking what time. Elder says around  six or seven. Art says seven thirty. Serge says ok and that they should bring something. Ace and Art agree. 

Elder says to Serge, “Help me finish this quart and we’ll cop a nickel on 26th Street.” No sooner than it was said, the beer was gone. They trekked over to 26th Street and got some decent herb, but 26th Street was getting hot. The place was hit three times that week. 

“I’ll watch out,” Serge says. In an instant, they were there and they talked gibberish, the native tongue and were on their way back to the Restaurant. Serge says, “Let’s try it out.” 

“Where?” 

Serge says, “At the Field.” Serge opens it and says, “What a skimpy bag.” 

“Only about eleven bones,” Elder agrees. 

“Yeah, things are getting tough all over.” The Elder nods. Soon, a bone was rolled and being smoked. Serge inhales quite a bit and coughs his brains out until saliva is dripping from his mouth. “This s**t is great,” he says as he gasps for air.  

The Elder looks at him and says, “must be”. He inhales and no effect. When he exhales, he lets out one small, faint cough. “You’re right. It’s good s**t.” Soon, they were at the Restaurant waiting for the girls. They met them and went to the woods. Queen Major asked Elder if he wanted anything from the store. Rebel 222 ½ asked Serge the same thing. 

He said, “Something to quench my thirst.” In a hurry, they scurry out. 

Elder says, “Go for it dude. She ahs big tits and a big a*s.” 

“I know, but I feel funny,” Serge says. 

“Don’t be shy, just kiss her.” 

“Maybe I’ll have a go at it.” They came back and after drinking some Coke and chewing some Big Bazookas, Serge was ready. He said to Rebel, “Hey, watch this.” He pointed his index and middle finger down and made a little hand man and ran it up her arm and around her shoulder, behind her neck until he had his arm around her. “I like you very much,” he said. 

Rebel looks into his eyes and says, “I like you too.” He kissed her passionately for one minute. Everything froze like forever, like playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. But as Riff Raff sung... “something went wrong for Fay Wray and King Kong, they got caught in a celluloid jam.” Superman smoked Blue Kryptonite and got sick all over the place. Serge felt unusual. He felt like he committed incest, so he stopped. She said, “What’s the matter?” 

“Nothing, nothing at all.” She looked at him as if he was from another planet. In the back of his mind he thinks, “I fucked up. I know, I just fucked up.” Since he was stoned, it made it even worse. After a couple of tense hours, they walked the girls home, which was great for Serge cause he lived in the same area. The Elder went to Queen Major’s house for dinner. Serge walked Rebel 222 ½ to her house. At the door, he said, “Will you see me sometime?” 

“I’ll think about it,” she replied coldly. He tap kissed her chilled lips and she went into her house. Serge slowly walked home, contemplating. Oh well, he thought, at least I got a rap out of her. It could never had worked anyway, she was kind of a dirtbag. We were two different worlds- and you know what happens When Worlds Collide. Besides, there are more fish in the sea. He cheered himself up and went home for supper. After a nice meal, he laid down and relaxed and watched the tube for an hour and soon Lee called up.  

“Hello, Hell- Satan speaking.” Serge said as he picked up the phone.  

The voice on the other end said, “Till it freezes over. Ready?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Lee.”  

Serge bolts out the door as his mother yelled, “You going out again?”  

Serge ignores her and meets up with Lee- he is storming out of Queen Major’s house yelling, “Well f**k you too!” 

“What’s the matter, dude?” asks Serge. 

“She’s a c**t. I swear, all women are, except your mother,” Lee complained. 

“Well, at least you got a woman. I struck out with Lana.” 

“There’ll be others,” Lee assured him. They went to Video Palace. Ace and Art were already there. They went and got a case and a half of Bud and Serge and Lee had some weed, so they went down to the field to drown their sorrows. Ace lights a bone and starts a conversation. 

“Heeeey, man, you ever notice... at the end of ‘Crazy Train’, Ozzy says, ‘It’s an egg’?” Everyone started laughing. Ace becomes more intense, his eyes bulging out and his mouth out the words with exaggeration  s he repeats to himself, “It’s...an...egg-gah!”  

TMR, trying to control the laughter induced by the weed and Ace’s actions, corrected Ace by saying, “Ozzy doesn’t say that. There is an effect they’re making his voice sound like it’s on helium. It just repeats Crazy Train over and over.” Ace stands quietly for a moment, thinking. Then after a small mental debate with himself, he rolls his eyes and makes an upside down smile. 

He looks at TMR with a serious face and says, “You know what dooooood? I think you are right. There is an effect there, but... he does say, ‘It’s...an...egg.”  

TMR passes him the joint and returns, “Okay, man, whatever you say.” The next day, when Serge is in the Restaurant, Rebel came in. They greeted each other like always, like nothing happened and from that time on, she always called Serge ‘Father’. Crazy Joe Cotts walks in and buys his coffee, sits down in front of Serge and draws a triangle on  a piece of paper: the number seven at one corner, the number one at another, and a four at the last, a circle inside the triangle with a dot in the middle of that, and a line coming from the dot outside the triangle with the letter U.  

He looks at Serge and points his finger at the letter U and says, “I told you so.” 

 

A Visit From Joe Cotts 

He was an old geezer with a crew cut and dressed in old charcoal gray suits. He wore old fashioned biker boots and sported dark rimmed glasses like Clark Kent. He used to carry a bag. In it he had wine, cheese, bread, and a can of half and half, you know- looney tunes, over the rainbow, halfway house, and every day the paper boy brought more. Around his belt loop, he had a clear bag full of hand rolled cigarettes that looked like joints. His fingers were old and rugged looking with nicotine stains caked on his fingertips. He would enter the Restaurant, come up to the counter and ask for black coffee. Nena was the owner of the Restaurant, and proprietor and Mother Hen- always made sure we went to class, chanting ‘without school there’s nothing’ I wish I would have listened to her. Anyway, Nena would serve some coffee and he would be quick to give her the coins. Under his armpit, he’d have a load of blank paper and a pen behind his ear. He would scan the room as if he was doing field reconnaissance. Shortly he acquired his objective. He sat down by Serge and said, “Greetings Mutant,” with a toothless smile. 

Serge: “Hi.” 

Cotts: “The universe is full of cartons of empty cigarette boxes. Yesterday, you caught me speeding. I hopped on a yellow jacket train on  a ride to space. Got a joint?” 

Serge: Later, Cotts.” 

Cotts: “Did you know that a cockroach is really Jesus Christ playing Dracula?” 

Serge: “No.” 

Cotts: “Did you know...sorry about that. You know what the sweet smell of pantywaist is most extinct on the lunar module this week. Oh, that’s just fine and dandy, but you see, Superman is really my brother. Since he is the cousin of John the Baptist, I don’t need an argument from you.” Serge thinks to himself with a pensive expression, this guy is really toys in the attic. Sort of reminds me of a song I heard before. “I know what you’re thinking. I’m not insane, Sam, okay? Since I’m Superman’s son, I’m god and you can’t change that because his legs came off on the cross. Reficulus te quiere muerto. That is Latin for- that's a lovely neck you got there.” 

Serge: “Thanks.” 

Cotts: “no, really, I mean it. They don’t call me Jebusite for nothing. I am able to discern your future. This is done by drawing a line from me to you. Oh, look at the time.” 

Serge: “Holy mackerel. I’m late for class, see you later.” 

Cotts: I’ll be seeing you, Mutant. “We’ll finish our conversation after class.” Serge runs out the door, up the stairs, down the hall. He felt boxed in, withdrawn, confused and saw spots before his eyes. Then he saw people just missing him and he came to a fork in the road. He went to the right and made a dead stop. When he looks in the classroom, he sees that it is empty and looks at his watch. One thirty. He thinks to himself, one class left, ah she’s a b***h anyway. O he walks back and goes to the cemetery to smoke a bone he was saving. Maybe he would find somebody to party with, ya know, maybe a couple of chicks. He enters the mausoleum through the gate, climbs down the hill to the cemetery where he can see the first gravestones far away. He sat down by a patch of grass and he started singing  ‘Hey You’ by Pink Floyd. When he got to the part that went: 

It was only fantasy 

The wall was too high cause you can’t see 

No matter how he tried he could not break free 

And the worms ate into his brain 

From behind him he heard, “Mutant, playing with yourself again? You can only master madness when you know you are sane.” 

“Oh, hello Cotts. What are you doing here?” 

“It’s a nice day for a Lunar Dance. I thought I’d have a picnic here. Will you join me?” 

“Sure,” Serge replied, “as long as you weren’t jacking off again.” 

Cotts answered, “No sir. It has not seen the light of day. This I promise.” Cotts sat down and opened his bag. Out came a baggy with cheese, a bottle of red wine, and a loaf of French Bread. He also pulled out a small transistor radio and put on a classical music station. They ate the food and drank the wine while Cotts told Serge stories of these orgies he had when he was young. Cotts must have been buzzing- he told Serge that he wanted to worship him. Serge read between the lines and dismissed himself. Serge started tripping because the bread and the cheese were moldy. He saw himself killing all his friends. Hacking at their limbs like a pack of wolves. The pack ran away and morphed into a man. As Serge moved in to take a closer look, the man was himself- except he had wires being manipulated by a giant Cotts. Serge gets behind Cotts and slices his throat. He saw a hole in the fence. The trip was over. He wound up going to the park and he saw his buddies there. Serge came up to Lee and told him what had just happened in the cemetery with Cotts. Lee warned him to stay away from Cotts because he was always trying to trick guys into performing sexual acts with him. Serge nodded in agreement and said, “Yeah, he’s demented.” Serge found out that day that insanity brought out his killer instinct. Was it his looks? No. It was a debut album from Gothic Slam. 

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