attempt at writing - The return of Claire.

<b>attempt at writing</b> - The return of Claire.

SoundTrack: MR.Z/LS/98 ZTIMEV2 LTP (C) BD
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(C) PLAYGEAR COMPANY / BD
Author: Alexander Bazhenov / Ze Pagan
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              People with unstable nervous

              system to read at night

                       I recommend!

                                  Ze Pagan



   ... I do not know where do these evil
creature. Anyway, do not know yet ...

                They have no pity nor
 S compassion and there is no
c S all feelings are familiar to us.

  S Only one hell of a thirst
) S revenge motivates them, and in some kind of S some cases 
they go I S out of control that would

RS breaking the invisible face of international

  S parallel universes,

                back into our reality. And then comes the chaos 
and fear ... Chilling out fear of death ... From

You can then go crazy. But the saddest thing is that all the 
offspring of men. In all times was considered the highest murder

crime. Legitimized only murder in
the name of life. Sounds a bit corny, but
nevertheless it is a fact, no matter how paradoxical
he is not. No one is allowed
to kill with impunity, for the sake of fun, no matter who
the victim is not: a man or just ...


                 CAT.



                   ***

                    *



   He sat in front of me, and trembling
hands crumpling a cigarette. For several minutes I
stared in amazement and did not recognize his old friend Mike. 
He was always cheerful humorist and ringleader in the

any company. At least it was
two or three weeks ago at the feast of Suzie. I
have not seen Mike since then, because went on
affairs firm in Lisbon. But in order for such
short period of time with a man such changes have occurred, I 
met the first time! 

   In essence, what is now represented
from Mike himself and man-it would be possible
called a stretch, but rather its
shadow! Pathetic scared little animal with a hunted look, 
always look around on the parties - the most appropriate 
epithet. 

   When the shock of what he saw was, I said, directly, first 
came to my mind: "What are you, started taking drugs?". And 
then he realized the absurdity of my assumptions. By the way, 
in the near Last Mike was a good boxer, and even

participated in the zonal competitions. K
Drug treated fairly cool and does not
indulged in nothing more, well, except that
cigarette with a harmless marijuana.

   I noticed that his big chill beats and hastened to invite 
him to drink some whiskey and soda. He nodded his head and 
hissed my trail that soda is not necessary. I waited patiently 
until he will master half-cup and lit a cigarette. Finally, he 
leaned back in his chair and released a cloud of smoke. Binge 
beneficial act and its hollow cheeks become flushed. Looking at 
me, He smiled wryly.

- You're probably waiting for all this explanation, Austin? - 
He pointed to his side and continued without waiting for an 
answer. - Fear ...

I looked puzzled and asked him AEs just in case.
- Fear?
- You have trouble hearing, Austin?
- I hear well, but do not mean very much.
Mike put out a cigarette and gestured for
fill the glass. I took the bar started
bottle and another glass for himself, anticipating a long 
story. He waited until I usyadus and began his story of the 
incredible events that took place with him ... 

   ... It all started after that ill-fated
party at Sue, remember? I was pretty
accepted and acted with Helen as a pig. Not
I remember exactly what I uttered it, in general,
as a result, we completely fell out. Left
I'm very nasty mood and with a terrible headache. Dragged home 
late, around midnight. I went to the kitchen and began to 
prepare some coffee ... 

   Here Mike strangely at me and almost whispered.
- Austin, do you remember Claire?

   The question took me by surprise and I was a little
hesitated.
- Uh-uh ... Well as I remembered! So call
your cat, she has still such an unusual color, it seems 
mackerel. Sweet creature! - So called it a pretty creature - 
grimly said Mike, in my opinion added question - that night, I 
killed her, Austin. 

   I'm not overly sensitive people
but I was shocked by the statement of Mike and I gave the first 
thing that came to my mind. - Why?


   He angrily waved his hand.
- I'm telling you, that was not in the mood!
- But this is not a reason to like this ... - I
paused, catching his heavy eyes.
- Listen to this - he said quietly.

   ... Pouring coffee, I settled down in his chair and
slowly sip scalding drink. Night silence and the ticking clock 
on the wall almost brought my nerves in order, and then out of 
nowhere, this ... 

   Mike nervously tugged at his shoulders and poured into
glass of a new whiskey.

   ... She jumped on my lap and scared, I was very burned with 
hot coffee vyplesnuv half a cup at his feet!

Roared in pain, I grabbed the scruff of the cat and beside 
himself with rage surging, threw it with all his strength into 
the far corner. Do you know what power I do not hold. 
Generally, when I was a few minutes later came up, Claire was 
dead. She had fractured spine from the impact of the book

table. I nearly howled in despair, but
anything about it has been impossible. Tightening
body in some sort of rag, I brought it up and put in the trash, 
thinking tomorrow morning buried behind the house ...


   Mike stopped and stood expectantly
look at me.
- Well ... - I could not resist.
- You can not believe this, but the corpse in the morning
in the garbage I have not discovered.

   I lit a cigarette and trying to find a rational
explanation offered.
- Probably, scavengers in the morning had
pick up trash.

   Mike shook his head.
- On Sunday, the garbage is not taken away.
- Maybe you're not looking, or simply forgot to park the that 
this sometimes happens ... 

   Mike motioned him to stop me.
- Austin, I did not tell you the most important thing
Claire came back ..!

   Then I was attacked by tetanus and I will probably, with the 
most idiotic kind of sat there and blinked. - That is how it 
came back? Where? 

   He raised his eyes to the ceiling and distinctly pronounced.
- There.

   I leaned back in his chair and hurt
said.
- Listen, buddy, it's all terribly exciting, but make a fool of 
me ..! 

   Mike grinned.
- I thought that you would not believe. I
myself do not really believe so far ... However, all
well let me finish ...

   ... Like I said, this morning the corpse disappeared, 
leaving only the one rag, in he was shook. I broke the whole day

head over to this mystery, but to no avail. Finally, waving his 
hand, I started my business. I have already finished the half 
eleven and was going to go to sleep. Suddenly, in the bedroom 
window someone quietly scratched. At first I did not attach any 
importance to this and thought that it was the wind, or a 
branch of lilac. Through minute, the sound was repeated. I went 
to the window and zanovesku withdrew. Austin, I am not cowardly

a dozen, but barely kept his cry of terror. On the other
side of the window at me with evil grin
Claire looked! Zadernuv blind, I jumped
from the window, frantically wondering. After some time I 
managed to put himself in order. I almost convinced myself that 
it was not Claire and the other cat like her.

But then I remembered that she had a leather
collar, which I recently bought for the occasion. Well, 
remember, I'm still stuck on him copper plate engraved with 
"Claire." But if this is it, then someone decided to bad joke. 
It is possible that some half-witted moron, sharyas in the trash

in search of debris, stumbled upon the corpse and from
"Large excess" of the mind is now trying to add me gray hair. 
Nothing else in my never occurred. The fear quickly gave way to

a place of anger and clutching a baseball bat, I
rushed into the street to get a good teach insolent. My 
searches were not successful and I returned to the house. Put 
out the light, I half an hour sat still, waiting for the return

pranksters. The time was nearing midnight and I
stopping useless waiting, lay in
bed. The night passed quietly and the next day, I almost forgot 
about everything. In the evening I opened a couple of beers and 
decided to sit out on the verandah and enjoy the fresh air.

Grabbing beer and some sandwiches, I
opened the door to the street. It was a full moon
and everything was bathed in white light, unreal.
My attention was drawn to rustling. I dropped down
eyes and at the last step of the porch
I saw Claire. She sat and stared at me. I could not believe my 
eyes and stood stunned for a while. Shirt on his back was 
sticky from the cold sweat and it was no longer a fear, and 
almost animal fear. My mind refused to understand what is 
happening. But then it occurred to me, and that if she did 
survive, because cats are very tenacious judging from the 
stories. Yes and that night I could easily make a mistake in

diagnosis, given my inflated state. However, it must be hungry, 
I thought, and stepped forward, holding out sandwich. What 
happened next defies any reasonable explanation for not! When 
the sound of my voice, and Claire all to pick up and squeezed 
into a ball. The hair on the back stood up on end, and from the 
open mouth hiss was heard to the contrary, resembling a snake's 
hiss rasstrevozhennoy. His eyes narrowed to two slits and 
downright radiated anger. But not most importantly, Austin. 
Suddenly I caught a hideous stench emanated from her, very 
reminiscent of the smell razlogayuschegosya meat. All my old 
fears again attacked me. I staggered back and not taking his 
eyes off her, groped for the door hand, trying to find a pen. 
My departure was the signal for Claire to the attack. In a 
rapidly jump the thing covered short distance that separates 
us. Probably the only reaction boxer rescued me and I let loose 
all his dinner, had grab it from her breast. It was a truly 
hellish creatures and also incredibly strong! She bit and 
scratched, all ways trying to reach my throat. I was overcome 
fear and I collected all the remains strength and will to 
resist it. Finally, with great difficulty I managed to send 
flying her away from me and I popped into the house ... So 
lasted more than a week. Striped Devil used every opportunity 
to gnaw through my throat and I just marvel yet unharmed! I try 
to be all the time in public, just so I can not guarantee its 
relative safety. I'm all exhausted and feel that will not last 
long because, sooner or later, Claire would get me ... 

   I was silent, amazed at his story. Indeed, it's hard to 
believe, but as they say, the fact that on the face. Mike 
showed me the deep scars that cover his arms and chest. Already 
evening, and room grew dark. I walked over to the switch and 
flicked it on. The light blinked a few times and then suddenly 
went out. - What the hell! - I swear. - Listen

Mike, do you sit here and I'll go down and down
look, probably knocked tube. Okay?
- This is it, Austin - quietly said Mike, do not
turning his head. - I know.

   I felt like something is not right, but gave no sign, I 
cheerfully said. - What are you all just plugs, you'll see,

I fell swoop!

   Opening the door to the stairs leading to the
first floor, my second thought
that someone or something slipped in my
feet into the room. Turning sharply, I searched through the 
eyes of the floor, but nothing suspicious not noticed. With a 
sigh, and thought that the nerves were not to go to hell, I 
walked down down the stairs. When I had almost reached

the last stage, the top was a noise
and race. Then there was a loud cries of inhuman horror! For a 
moment I was dumbfounded, then grabbed from the fireplace steel 
tongs for coal, tore up the stairs. On half-way to the room I 
heard the sound of breaking window glass, and then there was 
silence. Foreseeing the worst, I cautiously opened the door to 
the room. Before my eyes opened chaos and mayhem. All that

can be reversed, was overturned,
everywhere lay fragments of broken dishes and
glass. Wind calmly walked across the room through the planted 
together with a frame window. Only then did my nostrils the 
smell hit rotting flesh. "It can not be!" - In

horror, "I whispered and rushed to the broken
window.

   The spectacle, which opened to me, was truly
sad. On the ground, arms outstretched and
giving no signs of life, lay my
friend Mike. He fell right on the little iron ogradku, which 
took place near the house, which is a small fenced flower 
garden recently, carefully arranged by my girlfriend. Sharp 
stakes through passed through the chest cell. Beside himself 
with despair, I quickly ran outside and jumped up to Mike. 
Leaning over him, I shouted wildly from grief. Suddenly he 
opened his eyes and hoarse called: "Austin ...". I immediately 
began to fuss. - Everything will be fine, Mike! I now call an 
ambulance! They'll just pull out, you just hold on!

- Do not bother, Austin, all over. She made
their job ... And you did not believe me, Austin ...

   He began to choke and blood went
throat, a few seconds later, Mike had died.

   I still have some time continued to shake
and call him, until I realized that this is the end.
Mechanically I looked at his right hand
and noticed in it some object. With difficulty
opened his fingers, I saw something more
just shocked me.

   It was a scrap of leather collar with
a metal plate on which the beautiful lettering was written: 
"Claire" ...