Friday, November 2, 2012

Why Sogwa should be President; chapter 4



            Chapter Four. Under Cover.

            Then one night on the campaign trial, Sogwa had a visitation from a Spook.
            It was three in the morning, in a cheap motel in the middle of nowhere. Sogwa was tossing and turning in the damp night. Vapor rose from the floorboards and gathered into a dark presence at the foot of Sogwa’s bed. It loomed there, moaning and wailing.
            Sogwa awoke and sat straight up in bed. She turned on the nightlight.
            The Spook wore a dirty tattered grey cowl. In the hole where its face should be Sogwa saw nothing but the flash of mirror shades. And words cannot describe the Spook’s odor.
            Sogwa sat quiet and still. She rested her paws in her lap. She made no sudden moves; neither did the Spook. The raindrop on Sogwa’s necklace gleamed.          
            Sogwa said, “Who are you? What are you?”
            “I have no name... worth ssspeaking...” the Spook whispered in a voice made of breezes and creaks. “I am an agent... of Chaosss...”
            “Who sent you?”
            “The Powersss... that Beeeeeee.....”
            “What do you want?”
            “I come to ssspeak... of forensicss... the sscience... of crime...”
            Crime? What crime?”
            “I sspeak of motive... and method... and opportunity...”
            “What happened? Who did it?”
            “Nothing yet... nothing yet...” the Spook whispered. “O young innocent... you do not undersstand... the big picture... I bear... ssecret information...”
            “For me?” The raindrop on Sogwa’s necklace flickered.
            “Yesss... for you ssee... young innocent... the Empire has committed... crimesss...”
            “What crimes?”
            “The wronnng crimesss...  and worse than that... it has made...  mistakess...”
            “What mistakes?”
            Expennnsivvve mistakes...” the Spook wailed. “So now there is war... there is Warrrrr...”
            “Where?”
            “In the unnnderworrrlllld...”
            “Between who and who?”
            “Between the forces... of eeeevvvvilllll... and the forces... of leeessserrrrr eeeevvvvilllllll...”
            “Both evil,” said Sogwa.
            “Yessss...”
            Sogwa asked politely, “What does your side want?”
            “My asssociatesss... make rebellion... we plot treassson...”
            Sogwa said, “Against the Emperor?”
            “The Emperor... is nothing...” the Spook whispered. “The Emperor... is a puppet... an excuse... a shadow... a sniffle... my dark companions... conspire to retire... Empire itself...”
            “Why, the very idea!” Sogwa exclaimed.
            “Yes indeeed... we are spirits... we plot thought-crime... we target... the very idea...”
            “I see,” said Sogwa. “Who has motive for this thought-crime?”
            The Spook whispered, “All.... but the fewest... of the fewest... of the few...”
            “And what’s your method?”
            “Leave that... to usssss... The disgruntled underlings... are recruited... the alternate dreams... are recorded... the blood contracts... are counter-signed... the neurons... are repolarized... the ectoplasm... is lesnerized... all is in readinessss...”
            “For the thought-crime against empire.”
            “Yessss....”
            “Well, what are you waiting for?”
            “We await... an opportunity... we need... a distraction...”
            “What kind of distraction?”
            “A big event... a huge messs... an inconvenience... for the Emperor...”
            “And that’s when you’ll strike,” said Sogwa.
            “Yesss...” hissed the Spook. “But the dissstraction... must have nothing... no, nothing... no nothing nothing nothing... to dooooo... with usssssss...”
            Sogwa looked down at her necklace. The raindrop winked at her.
            Sogwa said, “Maybe I can help.”
            The Spook creaked, “Eggggggzellennnnnnnt...”
            “But first, I must meet the Emperor, and his friends, face to face, in person.”
            “So be it...  but why...”
            “So I can see him myself, and judge for myself, that’s why!”
            “Blesssed ssimplissity...” the Spook sighed. “Alass... you really should... be President...”
            “I don’t want the job!”
            “That is why... you should be President...” the Spook whispered. “O young innocent... you  soon must choose... between insanity... and anarchy...”
            “All right then, Mister Spook, you can help me choose. Just answer two questions.”
            “Yesssss...?”
            “First, what do you think of Coreena’s Mom? You know, Mother Nature?”
            The Spook wailed with terror.
            Sogwa said, “Good answer! And second, how much is two plus two?”      
            The Spook looked left. The Spook looked right. It leaned close and whispered, “Four!”
            Then flick, it was gone.


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