BOGARTS

 

BOGARTS


By 



Joseph Jedidah




Bogart reaches outside of the hotel, still under Shabazz’s spell, her voice bellowing inside his head, “my beauty, my Bogarts, come for me, come for me” she says. The soothing hypnotic tone, she has him in her crystal ball, completely under her control. Bogarts grips the silver door handle stepping inside the hotel building. He slowly walks down the eerie hallway,  a gloomy ghostly gleam projected by the   ceiling lights, reflecting off his round thin silver frames. He sees the door, the voice echoes more "come to me my beauty, come in, open the door” says the voice. Bogarts opens the door and walks in the room, closing it softly behind him. He sees her, laid on the bed naked, a window by her with ebony ruby pearls around her neck. The moonlight glazes over her body like cream poured on a perfect slice of lemon cake. Suddenly, Frank Vincenzo steps outside of the bathroom, he sees Bogarts. He becomes instantly frantic, he goes for the 38 revolver in his jacket on the floor and aims at Bogarts. Bogarts doesn't even notice him, he can’t hear his threats, he can’t hear his insults, he just stares at her, Shellz Shabazz. Vincent starts firing at Bogarts, hitting him in his shoulder, arm, thigh and leg until  the weapon starts to click, signalling empty. Bogarts’ body shook at each shot hitting him, then he snapped out of his trance, he was alerted to Vincenzo’s presence, he stared at him intensely, his eye pierced like a wolf in the darkness. 


He leaps upon Vincenzo, together falling to the floor in the process, he bites the cheek off Vincenzo’s face and spit the bleeding piece on the floor. Vincenzo wails in agony, Bogarts begins hammering his fists against Vincenzo’s head, beating him senseless until he passes out, dying with face decimated like smashed rotting watermelon. “My beauty, come to me” says Shells, Bogarts rises from the floor and walks over to her, laying his head in her lap, blood trickling down his mouth, blood stained on his fists, with her coddling him in her arms. “My beauty, my beautiful beast, I'm so happy you came to me, good boy, you're a good boy” she says.


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