Seven Demons by Aidan Truhen (best motivational books for students TXT) 📕

is sweet—”

“Doc help me—”

“She’s right Price it is kinda sweet—”

“Thank you Doc I think it is sweet that you think it is sweet—”

“Come ON man that is literally what I said but you guys are bumping uglies so—”

“Hush Charlie your crime parents are talking—”

“Ew no I do not want to have come out of Doc’s crime vagina—”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…If anyone ever mentions even the notion of my possessing such an organ again that person will immediately die is that clear?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…Yup crystal.”

“Yup.”

“Yup.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Lucille.”

“Then I will proceed.” Doc:

Three large pigs (live)

Neo-scopolamine (Belgian Heverlee variant) 200 doses

Aerosol dispersal unit

Tranquilizer guns

Gun guns

One Festung security employee (high rank) to be secured before visit

Others to be acquired on-site

And one helicopter Charlie:

Supercomputer time

Detailed base code for Die Festung

Caffeinated beverages

Alcohol

Cocaine

Water bed

Norwegian men’s biathlon team

Supercomputer time

Trunk broadband access

Fast car

Awesome dress

Casino chips

Walther PPK with silencer

Custom genetically tailored MDMA variant

Eye patch

Snakes

Supercomputer time

Lightsaber

X-wing

Droids

Metallic swimwear

Supercomputer time

Hot tub

35 mm film projector

35 mm print of Koyaanisqatsi

Moty’s auto hyper lubricant (Thailand)

Romy Tarangul

Supercomputer time—

“Charlie I sense your attention is straying—”

“No boss my plan is just real baroque is all—”

“Okay carry on—”

“Naw I guess that’ll do it.”

“…Ewwkay.” Rex:

Eight times Massive Ordnance Penetrator (MOP)

Eight times Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb (MOAB)

Eight C-130 Hercules aircraft for delivery

Marshmallows

“Rex I am not certain that the contents of the vault will survive your plan there. Also the marshmallows will burn. A lot.”

“Oh I was not going to cook them sir I like them as God intended.”

“Okay but how do we complete the mission Rex?”

“I figure we just get this stuff then tell them we have it and what we’re gonna do with it and they can either open the fucking doors or we’ll do it and then go with Saul’s exit plan.”

“…”

“…”

“That is the most grown-up thing anyone has said Rex and that is alarming.”

“Yes sir.”

“Seriously Rex I got to respect this approach it is real Demony.”

“Thank you sir.”

“I am not sure that it meets our present needs Rex but I think next time we will start with you.”

“Thank you sir.”

“…Carry on Rex.”

“Yes sir.” Lucille:

LUCILLE!

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Yeah who knows actually that might do it.”

“…”

“…”

“What about you Price?”

“Naw Doc I am still collating our many options.”

“Well get it done. In the meantime I have a thing.”

“Yum yum—”

“Silence!”

She does not look jokey so I silence.

—

We sit in the long room and Doc says to everyone: “Do not be like Jack.”

That seems harsh to me but Doc is speechifying and I do not want to be rude.

Doc says: “We already have Jack we do not need everyone to be Jack. But we are the Demons now and not anything else. That is the only thing that matters in this moment. Where we are? Who we were? These things are not relevant anymore. This job needs to be everything and I’m telling you how you get there. You do not choose to be like Jack. You choose to be like you as if you were hopped-up on appalling Jackness like fucked-up on a toxic testosterone psychotropic methamphetamine Jack serum.”

Rex puts up his hand. “Um I do not know how to do that.”

Doc nods.

“Open your eyes and look at the ceiling fan I will administer it now.”

“What—”

“I cultured this out of Jack’s blood this morning. That means it also contains Volodya. Look upward Rex you will feel a slight pressure as the needle goes in.”

“Uh-oh gosh well uuhhhhhttttt oh gosh I feel sick.”

“Rex it is only a needle. There. Now. Who’s next?”

“There. And there. And here—”

Doc. Injects. Her own. Eyeball.

That’s my girlfriend right there.

“…You are populated with Jack’s microflora. With Volodya’s. You are a little bit them and so am I.”

Charlie wants to know if that will actually do anything.

“I have no idea. Perhaps. There is an element of magical thinking. But you will feel different and you are different. The degree of difference is unknown. You are all, biotically speaking, Jack. Except you, Price. There is obviously no point giving you a serum of yourself so I have made this one for you.”

“What is that?”

“It’s us.”

“…It’s a big one ain’t it?”

“Don’t be a baby.”

“I am just saying Doc everyone else got a little tiny poke and that is like something you would use to make a cow pregnant and we all know how I feel about cows.”

“Jack?”

“Doc?”

“Jack.”

“Doc?”

“This injection contains all of us who are alive. I cannot give you Volodya because he is dead. But you do not need me to do that because he is already in you because he gave you his blood when he knew he was dying. He knew he was dying and he chose that and I do not think you thanked him.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“I am not crying.”

“I know.”

“Into my fucking eyeball Doc I am ready!”

“In fact this injection goes in your gluteus muscle.”

“What right here in front of the anarchists?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Of fucking course it does, typical log-cabin motherfucker, all right you guys fuck off to work while I drop trou for the dead Russian asshole. Jeez Doc you just had to didn’t you. I mean where’s my fucking dignity in all OW OW OW.”

—

So what do I do now?

I have like a mood or a modus: I’m Jack. I’m the Price you pay.

That’s it.

(Wow. Little head rush there. Demon juice got some kick I guess.)

I mean Lucille doesn’t really have skills either he just hugs people and they die of his giant knifepuppy affection but somehow that does not bother him. Well I say somehow…it’s because I burned out his brain using drugs and electric shocks and turned him into a giant knifepuppy because I wanted to.

That’s my modus in action right there I guess and now here is Doc and she says I am the guy to make the appalling shit happen.

That’s my modus too I guess.

I mean it’s not what I want. I am just a guy trying to get along.

—

I sit by and my leg hurts and I wonder what I am going to do.

Stabbed in the fucking leg by a fucking kid.

Stabbed with a fucking oyster knife like a fucking joke criminal.

Stabbed by a child.

What am I?

I’m a guy without a log-cabin motherfucker to my