>>864
>>864
1991
>The stroke had destroyed critical parts of Gene's brain. The long, long nights of writing under the influence of stimulants and amphetamines had finally caught up with him
>The priest had administered the last rites
>Majel had gummed her way through the last blowjob, which lay drying on the picture of Diana Muldaur, where he'd ordered her to spit it.
>Majel checked the line on his IV tube, kissed Gene on the forehead, and quietly retired to the bedroom they used to share.
>Gene was just drifting off when the massive amounts of hair in his ears pricked up.
>Someone was opening the window!
>"Gene, please tell me that yellow stuff on my photo is mayonnaise."
>"D-d-d-d--"
>"Diane, yes. Well, I bet you didn't expect to see me again, did you?"
>"N-nuh-n-n--"
>"Geney-weenie, what HAS become of you?" Diane seated herself on the hospital bed, "I guess no one lives forever. Not even the 'Great Bird of the Galaxy.'"
>"W-w-w--"
>"Why am I here? Well, let's just say that dear old Brent is a bit of a softy. He pulled a 'Snow White' and had the props department knock up a replica of our daughter's severed head in a jar. You have to admit, that's a lot more clever than a boar's heart in a box."
>"SPI--SPINE–"
>"Settle down, Gene, she's fine, thanks for asking. Brent waited until he was sure the coast was clear, and then he moved her out of state to a better facility in Nevada. She calls him Uncle Daytah when he visits her. Did you know that she can write her name, now?"
>"Wh-wh--"
>"'What's her name?' Is THAT what you were going to ask, Gene?"
>"Pl-please, D-d-d--"
>"I named her after her father: Asshole! Ha! Gotcha! No, her name is really none of your business, Gene. You made sure of that when you flung that twenty at me and kicked me out."
>"…"
>"Why am I here? To say goodbye, of course! Though not with your customary fellatio, I'm afraid. You'll have to see if Majel will allow the Greek whore to come up for one more suckle of that withered salami of yours."
>"…"
>"You know, Gene, I always did enjoy playing doctors. I don't know why. I'm doing great on L.A. Law right now, but being a lawyer just isn't as good as being a doctor."
>Diana pulled a small black leather bag out of the pocket of her ninja suit. From it she removed a small bottle full of a clear liquid and a syringe. Pulling the cap off the syringe, she filled it with the liquid.
>"Yessir, I sure did enjoy being a doctor."
>She inserted the tip of the needle into Gene's IV tube, but didn't depress the plunger
>"Do you believe in Heaven, Gene?" she asked, smiling gently and staring through him
>"D-Diane…puh-puhlease d-dont--!"
>"I do. I might not get to go there after what I'm about to do, but I've decided I can live with that. I've saved them all up, you see. Each and every tear you've caused me. Well, not EACH and every tear, but quite a lot of them. They're in this syringe, now, Gene. Just more salty water, really, mixing with the rest of the saline…"
>She pushed the plunger all the way home
>"…and a tiny hint of bleach."
>By the time Majel reached the room, Gene had already stopped screaming
>It wasn't until after the ambulance had gone that Majel realized the window was open a crack
>Wedged under it was what appeared to be a small child's drawing of a woman and a girl
>Printed in shaky block letters was one word: J EA N