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 Momentum: No Way To Stop, Darrell McGuiness
Darrell McGuiness
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 07:35 PM
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He didn’t feel hungry, in fact he felt kind of ill, maybe it was the situation, the Valium, or the withering effects of withdrawal, but he didn’t feel well. His palid appearance had already drawn the attention of the secretary a few times he noticed, looking up on occasion to catch her looking away from him, or pretending as though she were looking out the window over his shoulder. She had met him enough times to know he was typically well tanned from working outside, now here he sat looking frail and colorless.

Ugh, he forgot how tasteless everything was when he had to force himself to eat, it was like chewing cardboard. He couldn’t have even told anyone what was on the sandwich, everything tasted just like the plain white bread it was on. He was grateful for the woman’s hospitality, though,
“What d’ya mean?” he asked quietly as Kat reflected on what might have happened. Something unnatural, like supernatural? That couldn’t have been what she meant, he didn’t know much about her beliefs but Kat never struck him as a very spiritual person. Maybe he would check the driveway when he got back, make sure the Jeep and the truck weren’t leaking anything Snake might have thought smelled remotely like something edible. Both vehicles were old, afterall, old cars tended to leak here and there.

She encouraged him to get some rest, but he shook his head kind of hopelessly,
“I’m tired’a restin.’” his voice was hollow and quiet, “It’s all I do anymore, I ain’t tired.” he had nearly been asleep when she had informed him that the dog was not feeling well, “They’re closin’ in fifteen minutes, so they’d better tell us what’s up soon.” the secretary was still on the phone, jotting some things on a notepad, someone probably calling late to make an appointment.

A few more moments passed, Darrell squeezing the ball of paper in his fists in an effort to make it as small as he could, the sandwich was long gone, had settled fairly well in his stomach when the phone rang again, he had forgotten his own cell phone back at the house. Had they even locked the door? He hadn’t expected to be here so damn late,
“Mr. McGuiness?” the soft voice of the receptionist reached his ears at long last as he glanced to the woman behind the desk while she held her hand over the receiver, “You can come back now.” finally. When was the last time he had stood? Perhaps he shouldn’t have sat for so long, getting up and moving around every now and then wouldn’t have killed him, oh well it was all in hindsight. Legs felt weak and heavy but he moved through the door into the back of the building as the secretary held it open. It was a small clinic, but it was the closest one to the house and that was important to him as Snake tended to get nauseous in the car.

It was sterile, like a hospital, he hated hospitals. They went all the way down the hall passed all the exam rooms and into the back where several healthier animals pawed at the doors of their cages and barked or mewed at them. Technicians were washing up for the day, sterilizing equipment and one was towel drying a wet Dalmatian with a shaved belly. Snake just looked like a great, black heap in a bottom kennel, a catheter running from his right foreleg, wrapped in purple bandaging. He looked horrible,
“Is he gonna be alright?” with some effort and a wince, Darrell knelt on one knee and opened the door to the kennel, Snake didn’t even part his eyes to look at him, but he was breathing,
“Dr. Swanson wants to observe him overnight, so we’ll see.” so she basically didn’t know. Darrell ran a thumb over the velvety wrinkles between the dog’s brows, gently massaging one ear and hoping for the best. The question of the day was, what happened?



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Katerina Dimov
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 09:28 PM
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“What d’ya mean?”

What DID she mean? It was a good question, and she tried to think before answering. ’Well, I don’t think he got sick on his own. He seemed fine when I let him out.” Her shrug was slight, as if she gave up bothering half way through the movement and simply relaxed her shoulders into the curve of her slouch. Changing the subject, she tired to get him to rest. It didn’t work, but at least she tried. “I’m tired’a restin.’ It’s all I do anymore, I ain’t tired. They’re closin’ in fifteen minutes, so they’d better tell us what’s up soon.” Katerina let it go, exhaling softly and not bothering ot eat at all herself. She simply laid her head on his big arm and stared off into space.

“Mr. McGuiness?”

They were ready to talk. Katerina watched Darrell get up in silent wariness. The stress couldn’t be good for him. She followed like a silent shadow, footsteps light in the hallway. Her nose took in scents, eyes always on him. Her small form haunted the doorway without any interest of going completely in.

“Is he gonna be alright?” She knew the answer. He probably did too. The woman with them didn’t give any answers. “Dr. Swanson wants to observe him overnight, so we’ll see.” Overnight...

”Alright. If anything changes, let us know.” She needed to get Darrell out of there. ”I have two questions: When should we be back to pick him up?” and... The sadness radiating off of her boyfriend made her irritable instead of empathetic. She wanted to fight the world, and there was nothing to fight. If only she could take her own advice. Kat knew she needed to accept and move on. Accept and take on small challenges, moving forward. Fighting the things she couldn’t control solved nothing. ”Why is he sick?”

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Darrell McGuiness
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 10:26 PM
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It gave the worried dog owner something to think on, there were no poisonous plants nearby that the dog could have gotten into. It made him wonder if their uninvited guest had anything to do with it, he still needed to replace the screen on that window, for now he had simply put up a piece of plywood. It didn’t look too appealing and he was glad now that the house wasn’t on the market just yet, he was still on the fence about selling the place but if people were trying to break in, might be best to relocate soon. He had made it a habit over the years to never stay in the same place for too long, in fear of someone from his past coming to find him. Maybe it had finally caught up to him. Hopefully what was happening to his dog right now, had nothing to do with it, if it did, it could mean it was only a matter of time before something happened to someone else close to him. The thought settled heavily on his mind as he turned his head to rest his cheek against the top of her head where it was resting against his shoulder. A deep sigh escaped him slowly like seeping from an old tire.

He didn’t know where Swanson was, his best guess was through that very last backdoor into the last room of the clinic before exiting out into the alleyway. What would he be doing back there, because the technician didn’t seem to have a clue. Snake felt cold beneath his hand and even shivered a few times, prompting him to pull the thin blanket they had over him a little closer, tucking it beneath his belly. If it wasn’t one thing it was another it seemed, life was never normal for him, or the people around him, much to his dismay,
“Oh, of course.” she nodded, her ponytail bobbing at the movement as doors were being locked in the clinic for the night. Snake wasn’t even conscious it seemed, or maybe just sedated, if he was awake Darrell would tease him about his cone of shame. He just wanted to see his tail wag.

Hearing they would be without their loyal guardian tonight unnerved him, something he greatly relied on to keep the homestead safe would now be gone. It felt like leaving the front door wide ass open. He wasn’t angry at the veterinarians, it wasn’t their fault, but the frustration he suddenly felt was undeniable,
“We’ll call you in the morning with any updates, if he’s ready to go we’ll let you know and you can pick him up at any time.” and pay an absurdly high bill, Darrell was willing to bet but he couldn’t even act as though it would be a big deal. First of all he had the money, secondly this was his buddy they were talking about, anything for him. Using the wire grates of the kennels to pull himself to his feet, Darrell pushed Snake’s door closed with the toe of his boot, giving him one last sad look before turning his attention to the tech, very much interested in her answer, “Dr. Swanson pulled several cc’s of blood from your dog’s stomach, blood that’s not supposed to be there,” well, obviously, “it was why he was so pale, he was bleeding internally.” she added in a very serious tone,
“What would cause that?” leaning against the kennel doors he felt the curious paw of a tabby cat reaching between the bars to tap him on the shoulder as if to ask him a question,
“We immediately suspected a foreign substance, given that he was vomiting a lot, so we force fed activated charcoal to pull any toxins from his body, then we took x-rays to look for foreign bodies and realized he was bleeding into his stomach.” everything sounded so surreal, it was all very difficult to process, “The blood was very dark, it’s all synonymous with ingesting a toxic substance, we typically see it in dogs who are kept in garages or laundry rooms and they get curious and eat antifreeze or some sort of cleaning product but in this case we suspect Snake might have eaten some sort of rodenticide.” he had a shed, but it was not accessible by the dog, and he had no need to keep poisons around,
“Rat poison?” he asked to confirm and briefly turned to exchange glances with Katerina,
“Yes, it is an anticoagulant, causes internal bleeding. It's also the most common method of ... intentional poisoning.” he nodded,
“Fantastic.” he frowned at his unfortunate dog, it was beginning to become clearer just what had happened,
“Maybe check the yard when you get home, do you have other pets?” his chart said no, but it was never a bad idea to ask,
“None that I keep outside. I don’t even have rat poison.” he answered absently, his mind clearly somewhere else,
“Keep an eye on the house then,” she added in a much more grave tone, “this was definitely intentional.”



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Katerina Dimov
 Posted: Jan 22 2018, 12:37 AM
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She could see how much Darrell loved his dog. It was there every day, and watching the broken man with his broken dog did nothing but reinforce it. She was a protector at heart. A monster made by another type of monster. Even underneath the veil of bland emotions she could feel it. Somebody had fed Snake rat poison, and if she caught them she’d find a way to turn their life into misery. The small woman locked eyes with her boyfriend for a cool moment, probably thinking the same he was. “Keep an eye on the house then. this was definitely intentional.” Of course it was.

Pushing off the doorframe, Katerina lowered her eyes in an attempt to look as down as her boyfriend. In reality she was thinking hard about how she’d protect him and the house. ”Thank you.” The dullness in her voice was almost monotone as she gave up trying. ”We’ll get out of your way. If we find anything relevant at home we’ll give you a call. “ She need to figure out how she’d remain armed at all times. Taking a deep breath, she headed out the door, reminding herself not to let her paranoia heighten to a degree where shadows made her jump.. and shoot.

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Darrell McGuiness
 Posted: Jan 22 2018, 01:16 AM
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Un-fucking-believable.

The door closed behind them and he heard the click of the lock as it turned and caught in the door frame. Losing a dog was never easy, not that he was losing Snake but there was the possibility. Probably the hardest had been when the cops had raided his place in South Carolina in ‘09 and shot his Chow, Benjamin Buford Blue. The damn dog had gone through hell and back for him, the most loyal animal he had ever owned, would tear a man’s ass plumb outta frame if he fucked with Darrell. Then the damn pigs murdered him when he was fourteen years old, like he was some kind of threat. Poor bastard was almost completely blind and deaf and could barely move from the arthritis. He hadn’t been this angry in a while, the steam venting from his flared nostrils once outside seemed more than usual as he stopped on the sidewalk just outside and ran his hands down his face,
“Are you fucking serious!?” to no one in particular, staring off into the nearly empty parking lot, eyes searching the dark for answers, “You don’t … ya just don’t fuck with a man’s dog, man!” he didn’t even want to drive right now, the Valium had worn off enough that he could have but he was worried he would drive like a lunatic if he tried right now, “What the fuck?” it had been painful, hearing what the animal had been through, bleeding into his stomach and all, probably in agony, almost died, might still die, “If I find that motherfucker,” he couldn’t even seem to put into words what he was going to do, turning to look at Kat and not able to come up with the complex vocabulary it took to express how angry he was, “he just better fuckin’ hope I don’t fuckin’ find ‘im … he’ll end up in a fuckin’ series of fuckin’ dumpsters.” he spat into a bush, the bitter taste in his mouth reminding him of how frail he was at the moment, certainly in no shape to be acting on such threats and it was his frustration about that which only added fuel to the flames of his rage.

Drawing a few breaths it sounded like he had just run a couple miles on the treadmill, he gestured hopelessly toward the truck,
“Fuck … let’s just go.” he approached the passenger side, he couldn’t drive right now, he couldn’t even think right now.



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Katerina Dimov
 Posted: Jan 22 2018, 02:15 AM
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The sound of the door closing behind her was only vaguely understood. Katerina’s features mirrored her distraction, her thoughts wandering around with questions and actions. “Are you fucking serious!?” Her boyfriend’s voice was like a gunshot. ”Mmm?” Oh he was angry. She’d expected as much, taking a step towards him worriedly. “You don’t … ya just don’t fuck with a man’s dog, man!” She’d seen that dark look before. The woman set her jaw, looking away then back at him as he continued on and on. He had a right to be angry.
.. but he could hurt himself...

The way he was breathing.....

“Fuck … let’s just go.” Kat followed him to the truck then hurried around to the other side, sliding in the driver’s seat without comment. The engine roared to live before she put on her seatbelt. ”We’ll find them, baby.” She assured. ”They are trying too hard to get inside. “ Perhaps that was just her own opinion. ”Unable to break in so they get rid of the gaurd dog? They’ll be back.” Putting it in reverse, she glanced in the mirror then over a shoulder. ”When they do you can put them in as many little bags as you want.” She’d help.

Turning them around, she headed back to a life without a dog. She already knew she wouldn’t like the feeling. Already she could feel the mild paranoia, the suspicions. Neither of them were going to sleep well tonight.

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