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I do plan to remove the first portion eventually. Currently though, I am too lazy. Enjoy.
Currently, as you read this, I am written this. Or at least I was. But that is, isn't quite yet, was it?
Anyhow, that's enough of that. Or this; depending of course. We'll just agree from here on out that everything I write in current or future tense is really past tense for the both of us. Unless of course you are reading this out loud. In which case it is past tense for all of us. Regardless of is, was, or will be. Agreed?
Now, allow me my story. Although it isn't so much a story as a line of thoughts that just happened to take form. A form very similar to the classic story structure of, beginning, middle, and end.
This story/line-of-thought involves no one you know, or knew, or will know. That being said, I have no qualms naming these people whatever I would like. I may even change the names further down the road, but for consistencies sake, I won't.
We'll call these two people Nate and Brandon. Good honest guy names. Names. Names that anyone could have, had their parents merely felt the inclination towards them. These two fellows’ parents did. Enough said.
As we speak/write these two fellows are hiking in the mountains. Your basic mountain setting: Tall white peaks, sweeping valleys, and even a crystalline stream that runs down one and into the other.
This story, like most begins with a conversation between friends. The particular line of conversation was started by Nate. A large fellow with a larger voice that often times got him in trouble.
"Do you think you could ever kill someone?" Nate asked Brandon as they walked up the sweeping valley, along the crystalline stream towards the white capped peak.
"Yes, I think I could." Said Brandon who was a smaller man with an average voice but a quick mind.
"I don't think you could" Replied Nate in his booming voice.
"I'm almost sure I could." Said Brandon, his confidence shining past the fetters that his average voice carried. "I'm ninety percent sure."
"Well, I'm one hundred percent sure you couldn't." Nate said picking up an average stone from the side of the steam.
"Really?" asked Brandon eyeing his large friend with his average stone.
Brandon looked away from his friend and his stone, probably to the white capped peaks, but who can eve v be sure of these things really?
"Could you ever kill someone?" Brandon asked as he bent over picking up something small and white from the next to a rock.
"One hundred percent." Nate said. The confidence in his voice was overwhelming. "What do you have there?"
"Snake skull." Replied Brandon moving the jaw up and down in time with his own syllables.
"Wonder what a snake bite would feel like." Nate said reaching for the skull in Brandon's hands.
Before Nate could snatch the skull with his massive hands though, Brandon had moved the skull quickly up then down, sinking the tiny fangs into the top of Nate's hand.
"Ow" Nate said pulling his hand back quickly to prevent further injury. "What'd you do that for?"
Brandon only shrugged in reply. Once more he focused his attention on what was ahead and kept moving towards the white peaked mountains.
The two watch in silence for a time along the crystalline stream until Nate finally broke the silence.
"How would you kill someone?" Nate asked. "You know. If you could get away with it."
Brandon gave his large friend a sidelong glance. "You tell me how you'd do it first. Then I'll tell you."
"So you don't copy mine."
Nate shrugged, "I'd convinced them to go on a hike with me to the mountains, and then I'd crush their skull in with an average size rock. Bury their body somewhere off the path where no one would find them." he said tossing his average sized rock into the air then catching it. "You?"
"I would walk an hour up a mountain, find a snake skull and puncture their skin with it. Knowing full well that dried venom is just as potent as the fresh stuff. So even if they turn around now they'll never make it to a hospital in time because they've already walked an hour, and if they run, it'll only speed the process up."
"Yeah, and you wanna know what the best part is?"
"What’s that?" Nate asked truly curious.
"I won't even have to bury your body because it'll look like you just got bit by a rattle snake."
Nate stopped and looked at his friend. "Guess I was wrong about you." He said tossing his average size stone into the crystalline stream.
Brandon bobbed his head in acquiescence as he tossed the rattle snake head into the stream. "You wanna turn around?" He asked his friend.
Nate shook his head. "Naw, I wanna get as close to the mountains as I can."
"It is considered rude to silence a fool, but cruel to let him go on."