Edge of End (36 page)

I put my hand on his forehead and
brushed his gray hair back. He didn’t flinch at all, there was
nothing, he just lay there completely still, in his vegetative
state.

“
It’s time to pay you back
Malcolm,” I mouthed. I carefully looked around his room. His
uniform hung over the back of a chair, his medals pinned to his
green shirt.

Malcolm was a national hero, but to
God he was just another murderer who didn’t deserve a place in
heaven. I can only imagine the horrors he had inflicted during the
war, how many lives and families had been destroyed by his, and his
army’s, actions. But in the end he had repented.

Slowly I reached out towards the
apparatus that was controlling his breathing and flicked the switch
off. It began beeping loudly, but I stayed, looking down at Malcolm
fondly, but determined to see this through.

I imagined him sitting in
the café of that hellish
town
and drinking his favorite shit. Suddenly he would
feel something boom from within him. He would look at his palms,
taken aback for a second, and a smile of delight would spread
across his face. His hand would become transparent, and he would be
able to see the table through his palms; then he would become aware
that I had indeed kept my promise to release him from his body.
With a last big gulp he would drain the glass. Standing up, he
would quietly leave the café, taking one last look at the
town
in which he had
almost spent an eternity.

He would wander along, his insides
fluttering with delight until the connection to his body was
broken. He would then disappear, vanishing into thin air, leaving
no trace nor reminder of himself behind. One more house would
shudder, and vanish into the ground.

I sighed, looking at Malcolm for the
last time, “I hope you’ve found your peace,” I said as I swung
round leaving his ward and the hospital with great
haste.

Elizabeth was waiting for me in a car
in the parking lot. As I opened the door and got into it, she
stared at me questioningly.

“
It’s done,” I
said.

“
Fine,” she replied sadly.
“This is what he wanted Jonathan. You did him a favor.”

“
I know,” I replied, but
deep inside I still felt guilty.

Elizabeth hit the accelerator and
together we started off into our new life.

I now live somewhere in Europe. Please
understand that, for obvious reasons, I don’t want to mention my
current place of residence.

A year has passed since I
farewelled Malcolm, but almost every night I see that
town
in my dreams. It’s
calling me, it’s stretching its arms towards me–the demons, the
devils, those doglike animals, those horrendous residents are
mocking me. I wake up in the middle of the night, startled, crying
loudly until my eyes adjust to the darkness in our
bedroom.

Every now and again Elizabeth too
screams in her sleep, but we will get through this, we have to
outlive our pasts and keep moving forwards.

I’ve given half of my
property to my daughter and her mother. The last time I saw her was
in court. Melissa had been much older than she was in my visions;
she was fifteen. She had cut her hair short into some kind of hard
rock-style–one side was dyed jet black and the other a fiery red.
She wore ripped jeans, trying to be fashionable, but to me she
resembled more of a clown. I have gotten used to her hating me more
than anything else in the world, but it had been that
town
that made me
realize my weakest point–I will always love my daughter, Melissa,
even though she despises me.

Also, I finally figured
out the meaning of that
town’s
name. ‘Morsfinis’ is a Latin word combination;
‘Mors’ means death and ‘Finis’ means the end. I was at the end of
death, at the very edge of a phenomenon where the two
realities–life and death–are crossing.

I can’t change my past, nobody can. I
can only make my future better.

But my new future doesn’t include my
daughter, only Elizabeth and the new baby we’re
expecting.

Don’t hate me, I tried to win my
daughter back, but in the end, the best thing I could do for her
was to let her go, to let her live her life on her terms, and so I
left.

Fate has given me a new start, and I’m
not going to waste it in vain.

I will change, Elizabeth will
change.

The End

What can I say? Jonathan is a man who
realizes his mistakes afterlife and gets a chance to fix them.
Among the fights, supernatural power, love and passion there lay
more than just a fiction. Just reason for a second what you were
and what you’ve become. Is this what you dreamed in your childhood
as the child’s dreams are the most lucid, clearest ones? Hasn’t
money changed you, haven’t you lost yourself in the big world
washed by aspiration for power and wealth?

The idea of the book came to me with a
man finding himself in abandoned town. I mused why he had appeared
there, what he was seeking, what his aspiration was. Then light
shed on me. I didn’t want my story become just another fiction, I
wanted something deep and I daresay I’ve managed that.

Man who is able to change everything.
He’s not special, he’s one of us, he’s one of you. Everyone is able
to change the world. Start it by fixing the world within you. I
don’t mean that everyone is bad, but everyone sins, at least for
once, deep inside everyone realizes, there is more within him/her,
and we wait, wait for that light to shed around. It won’t come
itself, you have to help that light to crawl out, to make the
things better. Everything in your hands, remember that.

Born and raised in Yerevan, Armenia.
Suren has been interested in mystery and fantasy stories and movies
from early ages, that's why in his created books and short stories
there is always an unpredictable mystery.

Suren doesn't like stories with unreal
and predictable happy-endings. The end of any story should have
sense which makes the book better and real.

Suren has started writing when he was
sixteen. His first novel, called "He" is only in Armenian and is
free in internet. In 2011 he decided to translate his writings into
English for bigger audience. Translation isn't easy work to do,
it's more difficult, then writing in English at once. In 2013 Suren
gave up translating and began to write in English at once. Now he
writes the same book in two languages.

Every time watching a new fantasy or
mystery movie, or reading a book, Suren wonders how far a human's
mind can go. Every time he feels that there is still a long place
to reach, a long way to pass. The world out of Earth is much
bigger.

D
on’t miss Suren’s romance novel Touching the
Freedom.

Y
outh
I
nternational
M
eeting is organized to gather over hundred teenagers from all
over the world in one place every year.

Twenty-two-year-old Isabel
left for Munich for summer holidays to take a part in Youth
International Meeting. She's going to be absolutely on her own for
two weeks, without her bossy father around. Coming here she doesn't
expect her life is going to change entirely, because she is going
to meet someone
who will see through
her
.

His name is David. He's
definitely older than the other guests. At the first sight of him
blood rushes all over Isabel's body and cold sweat covers her. She
has never experienced such feeling to any guy before. Every time
seeing him around her legs drag her to him as though he is her
spatial drug. But to gain him, Isabel has to face the secret
lurking behind his dark and cute eyes and she has to confront
his
night life
.

For the first time in her
life Isabel gets to know the real taste of
freedom
.

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