The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann
Sunny Gets What He Deserves
After picking up my rental, I still have one hour before my meeting with Sunny. I park the car in the back of the shack and go inside. There is plywood and some rocks on the floor. I pick up a heavy rock. Yes, this will do. I’ll smash his ugly head.
The wind is really strong now and it has started raining.
I’m wearing my dark wig and some red gloves. My blazer is red too, so the gloves don’t look out of place.
I sit down on a concrete wall and wait for the crackbrain Sunny to show.
He finally comes stumbling through the door, 15 minutes late. It’s obvious he’s high as a kite already.
“Hey, mon,” he says, with his slurry voice, “it’s raining cats and dogs out there. So you are my little new courier to the mainland?”
More like your burier, moron.
“Could be,” I say, “but we have a lot to discuss. First things first. Do you have some goodies for me?”
I wave a hundred-dollar bill in front of his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, sure do, baby.” He plummets down next to me while he is taking a plastic bag out of his pocket.
“I got some real good stuff. Just try one of these babies and you will feel like you are on top of the world.” He gives me a little bag containing some pink pills.
“You know what?” I say. “I think I’ll take one right now, just to celebrate this meeting.”
I open my bag and take out the two wine bottles.
“Why don’t you join me?” I say, and hand him a pill and the red wine.
“My, oh my!” He’s laughing. The bottle nearly disappears in his huge hands. “This is the teeny-weeny bottle they serve you on the planes. It’s hardly enough to quench the thirst of a grown man.” He starts unscrewing the red cap.
“Well, you just have to suffer,” I say, pretending to put a pill in my mouth. I take a swig of my white wine while he is watching.
“Better than Devil’s piss.” I say.
He shrugs, pops the pink pill in his mouth and then starts drinking his wine, and before you can spell R-O-H-Y-P-N-O-L, it’s all gone.
We are sitting and making small talk. I’m looking into his gritty, ugly brown eyes.
There is some kind of peace inside me now. Finally, I’m going to get my revenge after all these years.
Slowly he starts tipping over.
“Hey, Sunny, don’t you pass out on me yet!”
I’m on my knees, my face close to his. He is breathing heavily, it looks as if he’s paralyzed.
“Listen, you son of a bitch,” I whisper into his ear, “this is payback for raping me when I was ten years old.”
I put my hands on his head and start to shake it. His eyes are open and I can see a flicker of light.
“Remember back in Little Haiti, where you killed my parents and raped me while my cat was watching!” I’m screaming now.
He is trying to say something but it is all a gurgle, and he starts to vomit.
Good, I hope you choke on your own puke!
I pick up a large rock and hold it in front of his face.
“See this rock? I’m going to smash your sick head with it!”
I hope he still can hear me.
Lifting the rock high over my head and with all the rage, fury and hate inside me, I plunge it into his skull.
There is a cracking noise and blood splatters around him and on me.
I’m breathing hard, my nerves raging like the wind tearing the palm trees apart outside. Suddenly it feels as if a low-voltage current is going up and down my spine. It doesn’t hurt. I roll over on my back and stretch my arms out, while I’m staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling –it feels good my body shakes into a dark, strange sensation I’ve never felt before. It’s like I’m being electrocuted from the inside, spinning into an erotic sexual fantasy world.
I collapse next to him, staring at him, for what seems like forever.
Will I ever see a brown-eyed man and not remember these dead, dark eyes?
Finally, I can relax. Sunny looks like something out of a bad horror movie, and he is definitely dead.
This could look like a mugging though, so I empty all his pockets and take his watch. He has a gold chain around his neck and I rip it off.
Then all the plywood goes on top of him, so he is completely covered.
I remove my jacket and slacks and get into my jumpsuit. I’ll change the shoes in the car. Wine bottles, wig, shoes, gloves and clothes will be thrown in different trash bins on my way back to the hotel.
I have stopped shaking now, and feel happy. No regrets. Just damn happy!
The next day, on September 5, 2001, the hurricane Erin hits Bermuda and the impact is devastating.
As far as I know, Sunny was never found.