Morella
By J. L. Young A knock came at my door. I threw a sidelong glance at it. “Just a minute.” I issued my frustration at the caller’s audacity to disturb my solitude. My character on the screen died before the next save point. The knock came again. “Just a fucking minute. Fucking ass fuck!” I paused my game, tossed the controller on the couch, and took to the door. Light from the midday Sun was bright through the peephole. The person on the other side, dressed in a black lace-up top and a shiny latex skirt, danced. The pleats swayed back and forth as she moved. She somehow sensed my presence at the door, then smiled and waved. Her adorable nature was nauseating. I rolled my eyes as I unlocked the door. She glanced at me and entered. Her combat boots thumped on my hardwood floor. “Ya giving ass fucks in here?” She winked as she reached into her bag and produced about twenty large and put them on the runner by the door. Then she grabbed the controller from the couch and resumed my game. “Morella, what are you doing here?” “I need product.” She swept back one of her waist-length ponytails. I did a quick count. It was all there. “Hey, Scythe Master and her undead heads.” She slaughtered the artfully grotesque monsters on the screen. “I gave you product three days ago.” “Sold it.” “I see. You don’t move that much in a week. It arouses suspicion.” “Good week,” she replied. Her delicate hands aptly moved my character past the checkpoint. Something I struggled with for some time. “Regardless, Morella. Come back next week.” “C’mon, Hearse!” She looked utterly pathetic, something I had never seen in Morella. My eyelids tightened. The pause gave me time to devise a solution to the problem. The bills look well-circulated, with stains, creases, and tears. Not the cash cops used to bring an operation down. I took a deep breath. Somehow, Morella had ways of control over me as no one else had. “Alright. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Stay here. Don’t touch my game.” In the back room, a safe buried beneath the floor housed the product. I returned to find her halfway through another level. I shook my head and held out the brick. “Go home, Morella.” “Be careful of the plague rats on this level. You’ll contract the sickness if you get too close. You have to suffer permadeath to get rid of it or you’ll spread it.” She said as she stuffed the brick in her bag. “Reaper’s Pact was released today. How do you know about this?” I asked as I was about to open the door. “I was a beta tester for Skulsoft. Good gig.” Morella skipped down the sidewalk with the bag of marijuana swinging and got in her car. With every encounter with her, I find myself stricken. I returned to the game. The smell of burnt sage and rose lingered.
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