Episode 50: Shot

Episode 50

Synchro

“Oh, shit,” said Synch from the bedroom floor.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” said Cindy from the floor beside him.
They heard indiscernible yelling muted by the rap music, another gun-shot and a thump.
The rap was cut.
“…ambulance... ...shot and unconscious…,“ came from the other room.
Synch remained on his stomach.
“Shit, my arse hurts,” he said.
He heard Cindy gasp.
“You’re bleeding,” she said. “Lots.” Her voice broke into snivels. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Apply pressure will you before I bleed to death.”
They heard a chorus of sirens.
She flattened her hand on his buttock and pressed hard.
He stiffened and sucked in air.
She drew back a little.
“Press hard,” he said.
They heard doors open, footsteps and talking in the other room.
“What do you mean ‘this wasn’t supposed to happen’?” said Synch.
“My mother’s a witch,” she said through tears. She wiped her runny nose with the back of her free hand.
“My mother can be a bit that way too sometimes,” he said.
They heard car doors. Sirens droned to a stop and more car doors slamming.
“Quick, there’s no heart beat,” said someone standing at the front door. Fast paced footsteps entered the house. Synch half turned, looked back and saw two paramedics fly past. He blinked. Did one of them have short dread-locks and multiple face piercing?
“…over on his back… …start pumping.”
“I mean my mother is a real witch, a white witch, a wiccan,” said Cindy.
Someone was singing in the other room. The words were familiar. It was rock and roll.
Two other paramedics stood in the bedroom doorway. They spotted the blood under Cindy’s hand.
“Another victim in here,” one said over his shoulder to the others in the main room. They came in and put their boxes of medical equipment beside Synch. One moved Cindy’s hand a little. Fresh blood flowed copiously onto the carpet. “Keep pressing,” he said to Cindy.
The singing continued next door.
“Are you in pain,” the paramedic asked Synch.
“I’ve been shot in the arse. Of course I’m in pain.”
The medic opened his medical box.
One sterile gloved hand gave Synch a short flat plastic thing. There was a hole in the end of it.
“Put this to your lips and breath in through your mouth,” he instructed Synch. “It’s a pain killer.”
Synch did so.
“Who’s singing?” Synch asked. He felt light, all over.
“Angus. He’s a bit weird but an excellent medic,” came the answer.
“Why is he singing,” asked Cindy.
“He sings songs with a particular beat. Says the rhythm helps with timing chest compressions,” said the medic. “When I say ‘now’ remove your hand,” he said to Cindy. “Now.”
Synch couldn’t see what the medic had done.
The singing continued. Synch liked the guy’s voice.
“Does that hurt?” he asked Synch.
“A little,” said Synch. The room was lop-sided.
“Have another suck on that.”
Synch sucked on the lump of plastic and before he breathed out the room swirled around and around.
“Wh-hot were you thaying about y-hor Mum?” he asked Cindy.
“Stay with us,” the medic said loudly to Synch.
“…trying…” Synch managed.
“Most people don’t get drowsy when they use that,” said the medic. “You must be sensitive to drugs are you?”
“Don’t…. know,” Synch answered.
He was drifting off.
Sleep! Yeah, that’s what he needed.
He’d miss the singing.
His body felt lighter than air.
It was nice. He was so-o-o relaxed.
His eye-lids were heavy.
He was far away from… Cindy… the singing… the pain.
The last thing he remembered before unconsciousness consumed him was the voice singing in the next room.
“Another one bites the dust…”

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Episode 49: Unwelcome Visitor

Episode 49

Synchro

“Hey, Synchro,” said David Buchanan. His thick silhouette filled the doorway. “I brought you something.” He pushed the door shut with his foot and shoved a CD player on the kitchen bench. “Want to hear it?” He turned it on without waiting for a reply. From the oversized speakers rap music blared making conversation difficult.
“GREAT ISN’T IT,” David shouted against the rabble.
Synch stepped toward the unwelcome visitor intending to tell him to get out. As he did so the intruder pulled a hand-gun from his pocket. He flicked it at Synch who stepped back and in front of Cindy.
“TURN THAT OFF SO WE CAN TALK,” said Synch.
David shook his head.
“YOUR PLAIN-CLOTHED FRIENDS UNDOUBTEDLY LEFT A BUG,” he said. “THE NOISE STAYS.”
“IF THIS IS ABOUT THE WILL,” said Synch. “I HAVE NO INTENTION OF ACCEPTING YOUR MOTHER’S ESTATE.”
“SHE TIED IT UP SO YOU HAVE NO OPTION,” David scowled. “EXCEPT IF YOU’RE DEAD.” He raised the gun aiming for Synch’s chest.
“I DON’T WANT IT,” said Synch taking a half pace back and moving Cindy toward the right. She was still behind him. They were level with the front bedroom door-way. He let go of her and kept both hands behind him.
“I’LL FIND SOME WAY OF GETTING IT ALL TO YOU,” Synch went on. Behind his back he pointed to the bedroom then held out three fingers. Christ he hoped Cindy got his message.
“YOU CAN’T,” said David.
Synch held out one finger.
“I’VE BEEN TO THREE DIFFERENT SOLICITORS,” David said relaxing his gun a little.
“THERE’S GOT TO BE A WAY,” said Synch. He held out two fingers.
“WE’LL JUST KEEP ASKING SOLICITOR AFTER SOLICITOR TILL WE FIND A WAY,” said Synch. He held out three fingers.
Cindy dived for the bedroom.
Synch dived too.
At the same instant David squeezed the trigger.

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By Diane L Wood
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