Revengers Tales #1 – John & Gordon

Revenger #1
Revenger #1
Stasis is never wanting to be wrong, or right. Either way it doesn’t matter because people change their minds about things like that all the time anyway.

Unless they have revenge in mind that is.

At that point they know that you’re wrong and right simultaneously. Something tells them that although what they want to do is right, somehow by doing it the world will be set right.

By ‘the world’ they mean the entire world. And some revengers can manage to convince themselves of this holistic approach all the way their graves. Some have been so convinced of their conviction that this has enabled others to continue their revenger’s tale. And some of those tales have, in turn, continued long after the revenger and the original target of their revenge have long been forgotten.

It should also be noted before continuing that most revengers are very much like you and I. And most revengees aren’t. Most revengees look either much, much more beautiful or much, much uglier. That is how you can tell the former from the latter.

At first, of course, many revengees will be able to disguise this difference. Some of them are even cleverer than that. Some – many – will appear in such a way as to make you feel that their beauty or their ugliness is also your own.

Just being with them will envelope you in them so that you and they, to all intents and purposes – to the outside world and to your internal world – become like one. Remember, however, that this can work both ways: beautiful and ugly; ugly and beautiful.

But that is a digression from our point, which is that the revenger’s selfish (or, if they are fabulous at it, ‘selfless’) role is to square right and wrong by an act or acts that reassigns both by realigning the world.

Subjectivity is objectivity here. An effective revenger can combine them. Pain is pleasure. A great revenger will be able to convince first themselves and then others. The truly masterful revenger will be able to finally even convince the revengees that, in fact, everybody has benefited from the act or acts.

At the foundation, however, the revenger must first be able to eliminate any doubt from themself .

Take the example of John who hated his room in the capital city. Of course, he hated his life in the city, and his life that had lead to his existence in the city. But he asserted to himself that it was his room in the house owned by a particularly unpleasant man called Gordon that he really hated.

John’s would return from work to the room where he would spend hours and entire weekends writing and then recording audio and video about everything that was wrong with the room. He was going to show his landlord. He was going to make his landlord suffer like he was suffering.

One year in he was preparing to show Gordon the written notes that detailed the noise, the damp, the smells and the fact that the shy lady in the room above him had had a new splash of paint on her landing despite only having moved in three months previously. John’s landing remained wallpapered in the dark red of a decade before.

He decided he would do this in Gordon’s favourite place. This meant acquainting himself with Gordon’s haunts and habits. These or rather this, it transpired, comprised a local bar called ‘Martinis’, which was frequented by actors, actresses and other interesting folk.

John started to eat and drink in Martinis on a more regular basis than Gordon. Gordon was not a big man. He was tall, but he was a slight, wiry fellow dressed comfortably in white shoes, pale slacks and dark polar necked cotton jumpers. He kept himself to himself for the most part. He drank wine and played chess with whoever challenged him. He went home alone always and always drunk.

The people in Martinis, as John discovered sooner rather than later, were open, generous types. They took to John quickly, because he helped them with taxes – he was good with money. He would also listen to their complex and interminably interchangeable relationships – he had no desire for a relationship of his own so was able to view their with greater clarity.

John didn’t acknowledge Gordon who in his turn never appeared to acknowledge John’s presence, except for one occasion in the lavatory, following a particularly morose and drunken session. Gordon had come up behind John, who was washing his hands, and had explained – sotto voce – that he knew who he was, and he knew what he was up to.

That was the night that John decided to hand over the first set of notes and photographs. He was going to shame his landlord as soon as possible. The next time he came, he was bringing his revenge and would hand it over quite publicly.

A week later Mr and Mrs Martini had invited their regulars, who included John and Gordon to the after party for the christening of one from their battalion of grandchildren. By 10pm Gordon was sitting at his small round wooden table in the middle of the bar area with a chessboard in front of him, his head in his hands.

Other drinkers were scattered on various stools, at tables and of course, at the bar itself. The exclusion zone around Gordon’s table was apparent though, as were the chessmen drowning on the wine-drenched board.

John went to the gents where he prepared to show Gordon up for the slum lord and life sucker that he was in front of the assembled company in the one place that Gordon thought of as safe and comfortable. As he was preparing to return to the party, Gordon stumbled in.

Shocklingly drunk he walked over to John who was washing his hands and crunching his jaw. He spoke to John and told him about his guilt about the room.

It was cursed with his pain and isolation, he said. He explained how that curse would never be lifted even after his own death. How the love of his life – his whole life – had died in that room, on that bed and how there had been nothing he could do. How the suicide had been so unnecessary, how she had been so beautiful and how her body had been so cold. How he still had the note.

“So, why did you rent it to me?” asked John.

“Because you said you liked it”, replied Gordon. ”Because I needed the money to pay for the funeral. Because you said you would take it. Because nobody else had.”

John gathered his notes and returned to the party.