Morning Is Dead

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appropriated Fuckpants’s car, if the officers were even assigned cars. They probably just took what they wanted. The fat man didn’t stir as Alvin tore through downtown, taking turns on two wheels and not bothering to stop for lights or stop signs. He had to get home. He had to get home and find a way to get in the house. He didn’t know who had moved in in his place but he knew it couldn’t be good. It either meant April was cheating on him or she was in serious danger. She could even be dead by this point. He didn’t really know how long he was in the prison. In retrospect, it seemed like only a few hours, but it could have been days. The more he thought about it the longer it seemed.
    Looking around at all the darkened houses of the sleeping suburbs, he saw more rades than he thought he would. They would have been impossible to spot had it not been for their glowing skin. Most of them seemed to be deep in the alleyways. He wondered what it was they really did. If they mostly tried to hide out because they were such abominations, they weren’t doing a very good job of it. And the rade he had seen feasting on that man seemed like such an easy target. Only Alvin didn’t do anything about it. Maybe they had some strange kind of hypnotic power. Maybe that was why their skin glowed. To soothe the eyes and then reach in and lull some part of the soul.
    Alvin pulled the car up to the curb in front of his house. In keeping with police protocol, he didn’t bother shutting it off or even closing the door. The men were still up on the roof working. Wires covered nearly the entire house. It was starting to look like the inside of some old electronic device. A stereo, maybe.
    “Hey!” he called up to them.
    No one answered him.
    “This is my house! Can you tell me what you’re doing up there? Nobody asked you to do this.”
    A man walked to the end of the roof and stared down at him through his ominous gas mask. He reached into his black coveralls and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper. He let it drop off the roof and it landed in front of Alvin’s feet. He picked it up and unrolled it. The only word he could identify was “Contract”. The rest of it seemed to be in some kind of gibberish. It seemed like it would make sense if he thought really hard about it but he seemed incapable of thinking hard about anything. He didn’t want to appear stupid so he just rolled the piece of paper back up and then dropped it where it had landed before.
    He walked up to the front door and began pounding on it.
    There was no answer for a long time.
    He continued to pound.
    Someone had to be in there. What if that strange man had done something to April? What if she was dead?
    He knocked harder, the door shaking in its frame.
    Then it opened.
    That weird man who looked kind of like him stood in the doorway. Alvin tried to push his way through. The man put his hands on Alvin’s chest and pushed him back out onto the front porch.
    “This is my house,” Alvin said.
    “No,” the man said. He was calm. His voice was empty of any emotion and, staring at him, his eyes were just as void. “This is not your house.”
    “Who are you ? What the fuck do you want with my house? With my wife ?”
    The man looked at him. He straightened the front of his expensive suit. “I am you,” he said. “My name is Alvin Blue. This is my house. April Blue is my wife. I… mate with her.”
    “No!” Alvin said. “You’re not me. You do not mate with my wife!”
    “Goodbye.” The man tried to shut the door but Alvin managed to stop it.
    The man continued forcing the door closed. He was very strong. Alvin continued to push against it. Then the man let go of the door and Alvin went flying into him. He put his arms around Alvin and dragged him out to the porch.
    “HELP!” Alvin shouted. There had to be someone to hear him. Everyone couldn’t sleep that soundly. Everyone couldn’t be asleep at the same time. Why didn’t one of the workers on the

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