  flying glass and metal turned to stereotypical business lobby. clicks of computers and dial tones and the under breath conversations of these demons stuck in their cubicles, filing the paperwork for the thousands.......maybe millions found dead each day. every one needs to go on file and everyone needs to have a place to go. apparently I had something a little special but i wasnt the first. i was just another no name asshole who constantly avoided love. i could see the cubicles from where i was sitting but the horns and extra heads and pus volcanos that shot from every employees head didnt scare me as much as it probably should have.....though granted I really had no need to be afraid anymore.
fear was for the people on file. i was sitting on a sofa in the main hall of the building, and i was facing a wooden door. the kind where the frame and bottom are wood but the top half is a glass pane with CEO in bold black letters, OEC if youre on the inside. i kind of jumped to conclusions and decided i was supposed to enter that door but $20 says I didnt make that decision myself. i stood up and there was a stiff crack in my knees.....like id been sitting on that couch for an eternity. the knob was hot to the touch but i just turned it and walked in, growing aware and apathetic at the same time of the heat that seemed to surround everything.
and there he was when i walked in, sitting at the desk. the head honcho. the CEO. the dark lord. he didnt have a goatee or a mustache or even goat legs. im sure he could have those if he wanted to but that dress code was for the people on file only.
instead now, he was a hispanic male in his mid-20's with fair complexion and broad shoulders. in his little pin stripe suit and skinny tie i was reminded of my last job interview, 4 years before. "you ready? " he asked with a raise of the eyebrows. "yeah alright," i replied, with an unexpected enthusiasm. he went on to ask questions about my life.
"I see here you were a pretty hateful person. homicidal AND suicidal fantasies......masochistic sexual desire.......atheism.........to me youll do alright. " it kinda jolted me when he said the last phrase because it reminded me of an old phrase my friends used to say when i was way younger......like recognizing a mans face that looks similar to that pre school friend you left behind when you moved to iowa. "yeah" i started "i remember i used to get asked if there was one thing i could change about the world, what it would be......my reply was always...." "to downsize the world. kill off everyone but who you saw fit, says right here. " he had taken the words right out of my mouth but even that didnt seem strange.
"what position were you actually looking for, friend? " I wasnt quite sure when he asked me but it kinda flipped to the front of my brain and i told him "On-Call 2nd Division JackHammer. " his eyes lit up and he chuckled a puff of smoke from his nostrils. "an excellent choice i must say. you may be better fitted for 1st division with a resumee like this. " "i thought that too but once you get into the first division its a lot less actual work and a lot more paperwork.
2nd division gets the fun stuff" i was surprised that i knew anything about what i was talking about. subconsiously i had this shit down pat. "whatever you say. youre the boss of your eternity" i thought that sounded corny......the way my highschool counselor used to tell me about my future. oh well.......not everyone can sound cool all the time i guess. "when do i start?
" i asked growing bored with the interview. "hold on, i need a little more info on your experience. " "dont you have that kinda information on that sheet right there? " "some of it, but if theres anything you wanna add.......? " "uh........i used to play a lot of croquet........." which was a half lie. i never played a lot of croquet......but i could handle mallets.
and i had played croquet a few times in my life. "alright then, good luck" it was abrupt but the office melted around me into a pool of blood. actually it was more like an ocean of blood. i couldnt see the bottom but i was standing on something about 3 or 4 inches below the surface. the sky was a pale orange and glowing with a little more intensity just above the horizon. the blood stretched on all the way to the end.
around me the heads of random damned were screaming for help. they were all calling me strange names. "chris, youve come back! " "jackie you have to pull me out of here we have to escape. " all of them were saying about the same things. i decided that to each of these people i looked like a person that they had loved and trusted.
that would hurt so much more. i looked down at my hand and it was grasped tightly around the shaft of a large wooden sledge hammer. i knew what i had to do. i walked over to the first head stuck up above the blood. he was yelling at me and crying in french. i just raised the hammer and struck down.
again. again. his skull finally cracked and his head sank beneath the ocean. the next level is my best guess at where he went. on to the next damned........... i cant hear their screams anymore. its all the same to me and ive heard every cry for help.
every age. every ethnicity. both sexes. theyve all felt my hammer. i always wish that there had been a job like this when i was alive. oh wait, there was. 
