Gangillo Part Two

I added Part Two to the end of Part I. I hope you enjoy the story. Your feedback, as always, is desired.

Gangillo

 

            “You’re from Earth, right?”

            Gangillo was seated near the big window of the lounge overlooking the mutli-colored surface of Jupiter. He was drinking something the waitress had called beer. Despite his human form, it was a substance that was foreign to him, though not unappealing. He was on his second one when the girl walked up. He looked up from his mug at the woman who had appeared out of nowhere. He instantly noted how attractive she was. He liked women from all species, but Earth woman were especially desirable to him. This one was quite extraordinary.

            “That’s right,” he said with a smile. “How did you guess?”

            “The clothes fit what the Earthlings are wearing these days,” she said. “So does the hairstyle, but what really gave you away was the accent. I overheard you ordering your beer and it was a dead give away. You guys back on Earth just sound different from the people on Mars or even the people on their moons.”

            He smiled inwardly as he sipped his beer, taking some satisfaction. The form, the look, and the clothes had been easy, but the accent had been nothing short of a challenge. The range in the human voice was so limited compared to the Kanulean voices. It had been difficult to master is subtle nuances. The fact that he had nailed it forced a pat on the back from himself. He couldn’t wait to tell his tutors.

            “What part are you from?” she asked.

            She sat down without asking. He couldn’t be sure from Earth customs if it was rude or bold, but he didn’t care. He was going to ask her to join at the first opportunity anyway. She may not have been part of his original plans, but she was now.

            “I am from a little village just outside of Rome,” he said. “In Italy.”

            “Rome,” she said while motioning for the waitress to come over. “That was once the center of culture on Earth. Someone once said that to study Rome is to study the history of the world. We studied them and all the great cultures in college from the ancient Greeks all the way up to the United States. It was a great class.”

            The waitress came over and the young woman ordered a double shot of bourbon and a pitcher of beer. She also ordered a basket of fries with a side of pickles, also fried. She did all this while lighting a cigarette. Gangillo winced while choking on the thick smoke that suddenly drifted into his face. The diet of the Earthlings had been somewhat subdued in the early part of the twenty-first century due to the rising consciousness over health concerns. But the advancement of drugs and the stem cell research in the last part of the same century had all but wiped out disease and illness. The humans were practically impervious to death.

            That, of course, was their undoing. With the fear of death and disease gone, the humans saw it as their divine right to whatever they pleased whenever they wanted to do it. Immorality ruled. The new Rome, Gangillo thought.

            “Yes, I find the study of Rome quite interesting as well,” he said. He decided to shift gears. “You didn’t tell me your name.”

            “No,” she said twirling her black hair in her fingers. “I didn’t, did I?”

            The emotions of Earthlings, Gangillo had not quite mastered, but all species regardless of intellect, liked sex. The Kanuleans prided themselves in being able to bed any species any time anywhere. Gangillo was a master at the art of telling whether a woman was interested or not. The woman was flirting and he knew it.

            He glanced at his timepiece. He had more than enough time for some pleasure before the business of ensuring the destruction of the human race began. When the waitress came over with the beer, Gangillo poured her a large helping into a glass and smiled.

PART II

 

            The humans, of course, would see him as a monster for destroying their way of life, but Gangillo didn’t care. He lived a life dedicated to the betterment of the universe according to God’s greater plan. He had spanned many galaxies, taking many forms and enduring many hardships to see the undesirable elements of the universe eliminated. It was a long process. There were so many undeserving races, so many that took its existence and gifts for granted, but the work was very rewarding. Knowing that his work was making the universe a better place was enough and then some. Getting laid in the process was a just an added bonus.

He would remember to thank God for the fringe benefits.

“Well? Do I get to know your name?” he asked. “I will just bet that a pretty girl like you has an equally pretty name. I would love hear it.”

She sat there and drank and ate, but she said nothing. She smiled and licked her lips provocatively, but she said nothing.

“Is it a secret?” he asked.

“I don’t like to give out my name to strangers” she said. “A girl just can’t be too careful. There are a lot of unsavory types in the Solar System.”

Gangillo smiled. How true that was. Her idea of the universe was so small, limited to the understanding of a single solar system, that she had no idea what horrors the universe held. If she knew the totality of the universe as he did, she would understand and cringe at all the unsavory elements. He couldn’t be sure, though, if she would understand where the humans ranked as part of the problem and not the solution. He doubted she would.

But he and the Kanuleans were making it better with the elimination of one unsavory race after another. The humans were next.

“I commend you on your caution,” he said. “You are quite right. There are a lot of crazies in the universe. But I am not one of them. I am just a traveler.”

“Oh yeah?” she said. “Where are you headed?”

Outside the window, a passenger liner dropped out of light drive. One second it was just a blip of light, like a star that kept getting closer and closer, then it was this massive travel vessel, carrying thousands of passenger. It had been a tiny streak in the sky moving faster than any meteor could have ever flown. Now it began its slow descent into the dock.

Gangillo watched the maneuvers with fascination. These humans were so primitive compared to the rest of the universe it was hard to believe that they were predicted to be at the far reaches of the universe in just under a century. But they were. The projections of the Kanulean High Command were never off by very much. They would be in backyard of the entire universe long before they were socially ready. It was completely unacceptable.

“You still haven’t told me your name,” he said.

“And you haven’t told me yours, either,” she replied.

The game, in human terms, he thought was cat and mouse. He wasn’t sure if he was playing it right. He forged ahead.

“But I didn’t invite myself over to your table,” he said. “I was minding my own business and you decided that you would join me. So, as the phrase goes, you first.

She reached out and placed one on her hands on the back of his. The essential parts of his body began to tense up. He was glad that the High Command had recommended baggy pants.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said.

She paused playfully and continued stroking the back of his hand.

“Yeah?” he asked. He tried to ask casually, but he wasn’t sure if he succeeded or not.

            “You are cute as hell and I am, well, in the mood, if you know what I mean. There is a little place in the back where we can be alone, where we can get to know one another. And when we are done, you won’t even care what your name is, much less mine. What do you say?”

            “I say I can’t wait,” he said. “I say you won’t regret it.”

            “Oh, I know that,” she said. She stood up. “Follow me.”

            She moved away from him, her hips swaying back and forth as she maneuvered her way through the crowd. Her movements, like much of the rest of her, were incredible. He stood to follow her. He liked this game of cat and mouse. He thought he was very good at it.

            Now, he thought as he navigated his way through the crowd after her, it is time for the cat to devour the mouse.

 

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When I was seven, I opened one of those little Golden Books (Lassie) and started copying the words down on paper and it set my soul on fire. I have been writing ever since. I don't know where this is going but I invite you along on the journey.
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18 Responses to Gangillo Part Two

  1. This is coming along nicely Tim.. and I guess Humans are still primitive compared with much of the Universe… But interesting that the game of Cat and Mouse is still the same.. .. 🙂
    Enjoy your week TIm and take care out there in the Galatic World..

  2. adeeyoyo says:

    I loved this, Tim. If you ask me, they are BOTH Cat and Mouse unbeknown to each other… lol!

    I didn’t like the way you joined the two instalments, repeating the first and then continuing with the second. I found it quite confusing and slow to find where you left off… I don’t know how many instalments you intend having, but it could become very unwieldy.

  3. Victoria says:

    Tim, your writing flows so smoothly and the story line catches the reader’s attention right away. Good dialogue, too.

  4. The Hook says:

    This was a sorely-needed escape from my Earth and all it’s problems. Thank you.

  5. S Basu says:

    very well written Tim. Will be waiting for the rest.

  6. thingy says:

    I’m glad you stopped by my blog. This is terrific. I’m hooked. : )

  7. Tim, I am loving the originality of this. I’m taking a shine to the one character who’s about to destroy all humanity! That’s twisted, but it shows how well you draw out the nuances of character. Baggy pants, loved that. EDIT: You’re missing the closing of quotation marks after, “So, as the phrase goes, you first.” Wanted you to know in case you are submitting the final compilation of stories for publication – not trying to rain on your parade! Keep this one up, it’s great. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/11/17/life-is-good-when/

    • timkeen40 says:

      Amy,
      Thanks so much for taking the time to drop by and make the comments. It means a great deal coming from a talented person such as yourself. Please do not hesitate to make any comment or criticism you wish. I do not take offense. I simply take notes. Once again, thanks!

      Tim

  8. “She reached out and placed one on her hands on the back of his. The essential parts of his body began to tense up. He was glad that the High Command had recommended baggy pants.”

    Nice. I find myself hoping that the “mouse” devours “the cat.”

  9. Tammy says:

    Doing this in installments is so hard for me! Now what? Looking forward to the rest.

  10. elizabethyon says:

    I’m enjoying this! I have a fear for Gangillo; is he in over his head? Love the anticipation.

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