The Boiler Room

​Everything was setup tonight. I had the right equipment and everyone I needed. I just needed time, it wouldn’t be long before my mission reached its conclusion. All that matters was making sure I didn’t get caught before he came. Nothing about what I was doing was legal, so if it came down to it, I had to make sure to take my own life in his name, or what use have I been?

​“Kyle?” she asked me. “Kyle Richards?”

“I had been discovered,” I murmured to myself exiting my apartment.

“Oh...it is you,” the woman added bashfully. Eventually she grew enough courage to ask. “You still talk to yourself, huh?”

“Mph...it’s good to see you, Rebecca,” I replied. “I’ve gotten better...but I’m still me.”

“Yeah, I can see that. I just moved in, I take it you live here too?”

“Sort of. I work here. I’m the superintendent.”

“Ah...well, cool. So I guess you stay…”

“In  the boiler room, yeah.”

She nodded and gave me a curious look. It seemed she wanted to ask me something, but I didn’t have time. The conversation didn’t I continue. I would not let it. So, I took the pause that followed as an excuse to leave and I did just that. Who would bother to say a goodnight to someone like that? I had better things to do and they waited for me below this earth. With quick steps I soon was on the ground floor, walking past the entrance that the security guard watched over.

Eight years he worked here and not once did he spot me doing any of my business. I feared for this world, the twisted can so easily get by the ‘watchful’. It was good I was working on making the world true to itself, to its nature. Only by releasing people from the shell they created can humanity truly thrive in its horrid form. Time, Kyle, in time you will be their saviour, at least, you will bring their saviour about.

I dashed down two more sets of stairs and through three doors I made sure to keep locked. It was only through passing through the final door that I heard the screams of the sacrifices. The people were tired and their voices broken, yet they still called for help.

“How many times does Kyle have to remind them?” I asked myself. “I told you five that you are too far below the earth to be heard. Accept your fate now and your pain will be quick. That is what you all want? A quick, almost painless, death?”

The five groaned.

“Tonight is the night,” I continued. “I will raise Satan from his unholy prison that your God placed him in so that he may rectify this world. There is a lot to do, but I think I have everything in order.”

I walked over to my desk and collected a pad with the list. I walked back to the pentagram and began taking stock of everything.

“Right, pentagram painted with goats blood,” I noted. “Check. Sacrifices, you know the routine. Jackson?”

“Here,” Jackson replied. “Go to hell, dude.”

“Thank you, Jackson, I hope to someday. Roger?”

“Here.”

“Clyde?”

“Present.”

“Elfonzo?”

“Here, you crazy son-of-a-”

“And finally, Trudy.”

“Here, mother-fu-”

“How is our virgin sacrifice feeling tonight?” I asked her. Jackson chuckled.

“Seriously, man?” Clyde asked. “You do this every time. That is so messed up.”

“I’m sorry, but that is too funny.”

Trudy rolled her eyes and played silent. Something she had grown to do around these five idiots. I couldn’t blame her, the situation I understood to be uncomfortable, but not many get such an opportunity. If I wasn’t the one doing the summoning I would happily be one of the sacrifices.

“Right, so around 10:15 I will begin the readings,” I told them. “Around 10:55 I will begin the blood letting. It sounds worse than it...well, it is as bad as it sounds. Once Roger passes out first I think I will just kill you all, doesn’t matter who goes first really, there will be a lot of blood.”

“What makes you think I will pass out first?” Roger asked offended.

“Well, Roger, unlike the others you are not obese.”

That really began a conversation, so I decided to leave them to it while Roger smiled away. I checked the time and realized it was closing in on ten so I decided to go collect my robes. Unfortunately, there was a buzz on my intercom from room 8D. I walked over to the intercom and clicked the reply button.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Hi, Kyle!” Rebecca yelled. I held my head away from the speaker. “It’s Rebecca!”

“Rebecca, stop yelling. Kyle can hear you well enough.”

“Right, right. See, I need some help with...the...uh...radiator?”

“Your apartment doesn’t have a radiator, Rebecca.”

“I meant the...um...I just need your help. Can you come up for a little while?”

“One moment.”

I clicked off the intercom and the sacrifices looked at me strangely.

“Kyle wondered why they were looking at him like that,” I told them.

“Oh God, the maniac is gonna get some before me,” Trudy groaned.

“What are you talking about?”

“Uh...Kyle, Rebecca is kinda asking you out,” Jackson replied in disbelief.

I stood there a moment and looked at them with a doubtful look.

“No, she isn’t,” I told them.

“I know that voice, Kyle,” Elfonzo nodded. “That is the same tone every woman makes when they want some.”

“Want some what?”

“Guess, you idiot.”

I stared at them blankly and tried to recall what possible ‘some’ could a person desire of another. It soon dawned on me when I remembered Trudy’s words.

“Ohh,” I murmured in realization. “Do you think I should go up there?”

“Dude, you have to,” Clyde nodded.

“But it’s the night of eternal darkness. It only comes around every six-hundred-and-sixty-six years!”

“Well, how often do you get asked out?” Elfonzo asked.

“Hi, Rebecca,” I smiled once she opened the door a few minutes later. “How can I help?”

“Hi, Kyle, am I keeping you from some friends? I heard people on the other side.”

“Oh, I sent them home early.”

“That’s cool,” Rebecca smiled. “Yeah, I need help with the blood letting for the sacrifice, my knife just isn’t sharp enough.”