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The Call	By : drowsteel Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Call of Cthulhu Views: 3040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on The Call of Cthulhu by HP Lovecraft

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The electric razor cut hair away in strips, covering the sink and floor. Mayumi stared at herself in the mirror, looking at the closely shaved portions under the long hair at the top of her head. She thought about how ashamed her parents would be if they’d been alive to see her. They were in hell now.
The peroxide had done its job. Mayumi opened the bottle of electric-blue dye and started rubbing it in.
James and Tabitha stumbled from their beds. They blinked sleepily at each other, looking dumb and confused. It took them a second to find the lights, and another to locate the sound of the blaring music.
“Turn it...” James opened the bathroom door and cut humself off midsentence. Mayumi was naked, standing on a chair as she rubbed dye into her hair. Her Ipod was connected to speakers, blasting something which James did not immediately identify as music. It sounded to him like sheet metal being torn, accompanied by a voice which growled like a bear. Mayumi turned slightly, still rubbing dye into her hair.
Tabitha moved around James and pushed the volume control on the Ipod, turning it down to a softer level.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Mayumi said, making no apology.
Tabitha bit her tongue to keep from screaming. “You need to keep the music quiet,” she grumbled. “You woke us up.”
“It’s okay,” Mayumi said. “If this is loud, you can’t hear the other music.”
“We can’t...” Tabitha started, then took a breath. “Just keep it quiet, please. Okay?”
“I’ll listen through my headphones once I’m done,” Mayumi said. “You should too.” Turning to look at James, she traced blue dye from her fingers under her small breasts. “You like my body?” She asked.
James withdrew from the area. Tabitha followed a second later and closed the door.
Mayumi looked back in the mirror, looking at the dye on her skin.

“Is she getting worse?” James asked.
“Are you kidding?” Tabitha glared at him.
Mayumi had always perceived the world a little differently, as long as Tabitha had known her. She’d been quiet and withdrawn almost as a rule, always listening to classical music and having an almost childlike lack of guile. It was a new person they were dealing with now.
Three weeks past, Mayumi had emerged from beneath dark waves barely alive. She had taken seventeen days to become coherent, holed up in a Baton Rouge hotel with Tabitha and James looking after her. The first thing she’d asked for was new music for her Ipod, saying that there was evil music in her dreams. The kinds of music she wanted now sounded evil to James, but Mayumi said it helped.
She’d attacked a fiddle player on the street on her second day ambulatory. She’d screamed and threatened to kill him if he didn’t stop playing, and Tabitha had dragged her away. After that, it was decided that James would have to escort her in public. Now she was shaving her head in the middle of the night and painting herself with dye.
James sighed. “We ought to sleep,” he said. “Hopefully she’ll sleep during the day.”

She did. In her underwear, on the floor in front of the television. James and Tabitha crept around her until mid-afternoon, feeling like the negligent parents of a hungover teenager.
“How are you feeling?” Tabitha asked when Mayumi awoke.
“The music is quiet right now,” Mayumi said. “I want to go out.”
Both Tabitha and James felt uneasy about that.
“Don’t you think you ought to take it easy?” James tried suggesting.
Mayumi looked at him blankly. “I’ve been resting for weeks,” she said.
James mulled that point over. “I just worry about how you reacted to that fiddle player. Do you think that would happen again if you went out today?”
“Don’t condescend to me,” Mayumi’s voice had an edge to it that her partners had never heard before. “You keep talking soft.” She looked at Tabitha. “You, too. You’re good at speaking your mind, but ever since I got my senses back you’ve been talking to me like a child.”
“Fuck you,” Tabitha answered.
Mayumi laughed. So did Tabitha.

It was strange for all three partners to spend time together recreationally. More often, they had individual projects which they could pursue while the others continued investigations. This was a special case. James locked up his Weatherby rifle, leaving it hidden in the hotel room.
Mayumi wanted new clothes. She chose stores which made James feel particularly out of place; the salespeople wore things like spiked dog collars and leather straps. The things she chose were revealing.
She wanted to go to clubs, but couldn’t stand the jazz music which was exceedingly popular in the city. It made her grit her teeth and glare with animal rage. James tried to lead her away, finally resorting to making her wear her headphones and play her abrasive music.
“Let’s get tattoos,” Mayumi suggested after she was calmed down. James laughed.
“I’m serious,” Mayumi said.
“Most good places want you to make an appointment,” Tabitha said cautiously. It seemed utterly unlike Mayumi to want a tattoo.
“Fuck it, we’ll go to a bad place,” Mayumi grinned mischeivously, making her partners wonder whether she was joking.
“What would you get?” Tabitha asked.
“I don’t know,” Mayumi replied. “Barbed wire, like Tabitha.”
James raised an eyebrow. “Is that what all this is about? Being more like her?”
Mayumi’s head whipped toward him. “What do you mean?” She growled it through clenched teeth. “What do you think?”
“Just asking,” James smiled pleasantly.
“I can kill you,” Mayumi said suddenly. James didn’t move. “I can kill you, you motherfucker.”
Slowly, remembering something Mayumi had done for her months ago, Tabitha put her hand on Mayumi’s shoulder. “You don’t want that,” she said. “We’re all friends, aren’t we?”
Mayumi kept glaring. “I’m stronger than both of you,” she said. “If I wanted to, I could kill you both.”
“Why would you do that?” Tabitha asked.
Mayumi’s look softened. “I don’t...I wouldn’t, really. I just got confused...there’s too much music out here.”
“Want to go home for the night?” Tabitha asked.
Mayumi nodded. “It’s...I...there’s just too much music...”
Tabitha gently started leading her. James stayed a few paces behind, not

sure how Mayumi was going to react to him.

“She needs medication,” James said after Mayumi got into the shower. “She’s dangerous.”
“We’re all dangerous,” Tabitha replied.
“Not to each other,” James said. He looked at the bathroom door. “Do you really think we can take her on investigations?”
“My recovery was more than two months,” Tabitha said. “Hers might be twenty fucking years.”
“And if so?”
“I don’t know.”
James thought for a second. “We should get her some sedatives.”
“What, so we can drug her when she gets out of hand?”
“No, it would be too late. I think we need to give her mild sedatives all the time until she doesn’t attack people or threaten to kill us.”
Now Tabitha looked at the bathroom door. “Every day for the next twenty years?”
James smiled. “Don’t be silly,” he said. “None of us will live that long.”

Tabitha was out buying Valium when Mayumi came out of the bathroom. James was in the bedroom, not wanting to be in the same room as Mayumi without Tabitha close by. He’d left the door cracked open to watch for signs of suicide or self-mutilation, but lay on one of the two beds pretending to read Carl Sagan.
Mayumi walked around the hotel room in her new underpants, a thong and sleek bra which, like everything else, was unlike her. She looked around, regarding everything without reaction. She walked over to the cracked bedroom door and pushed it open slightly, pushing her face inside to look at James.
As her eyes traced him, James pretended not to notice. He felt that he was being analyzed, sized up by a new enemy.
“Hi, James,” Mayumi said.
He lowered his book. “Hello,” he said. “Feeling better?”
Mayumi walked into the room as though she’d been invited, or didn’t care if she’d been invited.
“I saw how you were looking at me,” she said.
James felt a kind of nervous arousal he hadn’t felt since he’d been a teenager. An excitement of going from seeing a girl at a distance to becoming lovers. He’d done it in high school, but had never had the same feeling later. In the Royal Marines, he’d only been with women he’d detested. It had been a long time since he’d been with any woman.
He wanted to bury the feeling, but it stayed.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“You can fuck me,” Mayumi traced her hands down her body. Her head was tilted to one side, watching James closely.
James hesitated. “No I can’t,” he said at last.
“I want you to,” Mayumi got uncomfortably close. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I can’t,” James said again, and he sat up. He put Carl Sagan on the nighttable next to the bed. “I think that I’d be taking advantage of you, and I can’t do that.”
Mayumi smiled, then reached out and touched his cheek. “You’re sweet,” she told him. “You always want to protect us, don’t you?”
James smiled. “I do,” he said.
“You have a sad smile,” Mayumi sat down next to James. “You always smile. It’s always sad.”
James wanted those to be words borne of insanity. They weren’t.
“Why do you think that?” James asked.
“Because it’s true,” Mayumi replied. “I’m sad, Tabitha’s sad, and you’re sad. But you pretend you’re not. You smile, you hide that you’re sad to protect us from being sad.”
“I don’t.”
Mayumi hugged him. It didn’t feel sexual now. It just felt intimate. It felt like the woman who’d been driven insane and nearly died was pitying him.
“Was your smile ever a happy one?” She asked.
James put his arms around her. “No,” he said. “Never.”
“When you were little?”
“Never.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” James sighed. “After my father died, I remember reading one of his old journals. There was an entry from a time when I was six years old. It said ‘James is a tortured soul. He deserves happiness, and he deserves peace’.
“I stared at that entry and I realized that I’d always been what I am: a tortured soul. A tortured soul that wears a smiling mask.” James kissed Mayumi tenderly on the forehead. “I didn’t know that my father could tell. He never let on that he knew.”
“He was like you,” Mayumi said. “He didn’t tell you because that was part of his mask.”
Tears stung James’ eyes. “How about you?” he asked. “Were you ever happy?”
“No,” Mayumi said. “Not me either. Not before. But I can be, now.”
James wondered what that meant. He didn’t ask. He sat on the bed and held Mayumi until Tabitha returned to the hotel.

The luminous red numbers blinked 3:49.
“Tabitha,” Mayumi whispered.
Tabitha’s eyes were already open. She was a light sleeper, and easily woke when someone moved close to her bed. She’d watched Mayumi creep in and stand next to her bed.
“Yeah.”
Without explanation, Mayumi climbed into bed with her. “Are you happy?”
Tabitha tried to make room in the bed. “I guess,” she said. “You can’t sleep?”
“The music is the worst in my dreams,” Mayumi explained.
“That’s too bad. You want to talk for a while?”
Mayumi nodded. “When was the last time you were with a man?” she asked.
Tabitha thought for a second. “I went on a date about a year ago. You?”
“Seven years,” Mayumi replied. “Did you go all the way?”
“Not that time,” Tabitha said. “I didn’t really connect with the guy, so I didn’t let him get anywhere. It’s been seven years for you?”
Mayumi nodded. “I wanted James to fuck me, but he wouldn’t.”
“What?” Tabitha frowned, wondering if this was something that actually happened or some hallucination.
“When you were gone,” Mayumi said. “I told him to fuck me, but he said it would be taking advantage.”
Tabitha looked over at James, who appeared to be asleep.
“I know he wants to,” Mayumi continued. “And I want him to do it. Don’t you think that’s stupid.”
“I don’t know,” Tabitha turned back to Mayumi. “He probably just doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“We all get hurt,” Mayumi answered. “When you take risks, that’s what happens.”
Tabitha tried to come up with something. “I don’t know what to tell you,” she said helplessly.
Mayumi leaned in and lowered her voice even more. “Have you ever been with other women?” she whispered.
Tabitha swallowed, not liking the direction this was going.
“No,” she said.
“I could be your first one,” Mayumi whispered. “It’s been so long since anyone touched me.”
As she spoke, Mayumi took hold of Tabitha’s left hand and guided it between her legs. Mayumi moved her hips, rubbing herself against Tabitha’s fingers.
Tabitha felt her face burning with shame. She didn’t want to do this, but she felt compelled. Mayumi just wanted relief, and it was better to be with her than let her pick up strangers in her vulnerable state. Tabitha moved her hand under Mayumi’s panties and started masturbating her.
Mayumi’s eyes closed and she started shaking, grabbing on to Tabitha with both hands. It hardly took any stimulation at all for Tabitha to make her climax, and Mayumi let out a yelp when she reached it. Tabitha thought it must have woken James, but if it did he wasn’t letting on. Mayumi sighed.
“That felt good,” she said.
Tabitha had no idea what to say. “I hope it helped,” she said, feeling ridiculous.
“I could do you,” Mayumi offered.
“That’s okay,” Tabitha declined. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“I could do you later,” Mayumi pressed.
“I’ll take care of myself,” Tabitha said.
Mayumi nodded. “When you do,” she said, “can I watch you?”
Tabitha got out of the bed, feeling dirty. “No,” she said. She knew that it had been a mistake to go along with this.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Mayumi put her hands on Tabitha’s back. “It’s nothing bad.”
Tabitha didn’t answer. She was ashamed of herself and wanted to get away from the crazy little woman.
“We could be happy,” Mayumi rested her cheek on Tabitha’s back. “All of us. We hold ourselves back, but why? We only choke ourselves.”
“I need a glass of water,” Tabitha got up and excused herself.

“I think you were right,” Tabitha told James the next morning. “She might need to be in the hospital.”
James sighed. “I don’t know,” he said.
Tabitha frowned. “What the fuck changed your mind?”
He smiled sheepishly. “She’s different now,” he said, “but I can’t in good conscience say that she needs hospitalization.” He took a breath. “Last night, she was so lucid. She had a kind of wisdom about her which let her see things about my father, who’s been dead now eleven years.”
Tabitha blinked several times. “She’s erratic. She threatened the both of us.”
James looked into her eyes, saying nothing.
“You said it yourself,” Tabitha added.
“I’ll take the risk,” James said.
“Fuck you,” Tabitha shot back.
The two of them looked at each other. Each was torn.
“Give her a week,” James suggested.
Tabitha breathed.
“Do you know what she did last night?” Tabitha asked. “Were you pretending to be asleep?”
James was stone faced. “Which would make you feel better?” he asked. “If I was asleep or awake?”
“Awake.”
James nodded. “I was awake.”
Tabitha punched him square in the chest, hard. “God damn you!” She swung again, but James rocked his body out of the way. “Motherfucker!”
James caught her hands and held her while she cried.
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