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My name is Axel Baxter and I'm a mean guy. Just ask my Old Lady. I don’t mean to be I just can’t help myself. Been around the block and back and I don't take nothing from nobody. To make matters worse, I wake up with a growl most days, hating most everybody before I even roll out of bed. So, there it is. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I work in a nasty part of town at a job that bores me to tears surrounded by drones I don’t care squat about. The saving grace in this hellhole is Lola. She’s got a backside that looks like two cats fighting their way out of a bag when she walks on her four inch heels and I just can’t get beyond it. Every time she walks into the room I’m stunned to silence and stare openly.

Lola thinks I’m cute. I can tell by the way she tosses her hair at me when she jiggles on past my desk, dragging her inch long glittered gel-tips across the top of it to get my attention as if I hadn’t already been staring at her from the minute she shoved back her chair. My Old Lady though, she don’t and has suggested that I go on and run off with Lola’s ass if that’s all I can think of and maybe that’s what I’ll do just to shut her up.

I kill people for a living. Legally, so don’t pucker your grubby. Trust me, y’all be thanking me in the end. It’s as exciting a gig as any, which is a good thing because a guy like me’s got to be captivated. All kinds of misery brews when I’m not and that’s just the plain truth of it. Been that way since the day I was born and I’m not about to change now. Too damn old and lazy, too.

I’m what you’d call a Reaper for one of the leading extermination companies. I started out in the army as we all do, expanding the empire. Got to travel lots—loved the Elodea Galaxy, which is prettier than most. Then I was transferred over to the Anti-Pestilence Division, but most of the tasks are outsourced these days to independent contractors like the company I now work for.

I got stuck with pisspot Sector Seventy-Seven because no one else wanted it, was the low man on the totem pole at the time and couldn’t have care less where I was stationed. Killing is killing no matter where or how it’s done and I get paid well enough that I can spilt on my down time.

Cleaning up after plagues and famine IS dirty business though, have no doubt about that fact. Eradicating civil unrest is even dirtier. I kill more than my quota but sometimes that’s the only way to get the job done, with a clean sweep. There’s never been resurgence on my watch and so I’ve risen in the ranks over time and now hold command of 300,000 strong. Not bad for a low-life like me.

My wife’s an Equity Trader under Gabriel. Literally— I shit you not--she’s his assistant. That’s why she thinks she knows everything and I always tell her that if she did she’d be over in Uriel’s Division.

Talk about a bunch of holier-than-thou, mealy faced, ass-kissing, God-squaders! My skin crawls whenever the Boys in White come around with their dumb freakin' clip boards and britches pulled up to their chins. Do not even get me started on that prick. He's the Man's right hand and what he says goes so I mind my P's and Q's, but what I wouldn't give to have the honor to dispose of a braggart like Uriel...Lordy Momma.

Tinkers—that’s what the rest of us call the Traders--aren’t much better. They deal in assets. Not surprisingly, our orders often come from them because, I’m told, what we do keeps the order of things in check. Praised Be someone appreciates the shit we do.

Seems to me to have more to do about monetary gain than the equitable distribution of empirical resources, but I’m no managerial archangel, so what do I know? I’m a grunt and follow orders as they’re given. That doesn’t make me stupid, although she’d like you to believe otherwise.

Don’t get me wrong; I love my wife, Hasiel. She’s perfect for me—puts up with a hell of a lot. I know few others who would. I may be an angel but you can’t expect me to be perfect. It's just not my nature. Besides, takes too much energy to be nice all the time. She likes me in spite of myself, so who am I to complain.

It’s just that I’m not the mushy type, ya see—most of us guys aren’t, if we’re being honest here—and I think she’d like me to be, at least to be less of an assh*le. The way I see it though, it’s the pussies out there that give guys like me a bad name.

Shit! I cried once. Ordered a #10 at this Thai place downtown and f*ck me if I didn’t nearly keel over from the fire in that shit. But that’s not when I cried. It was the next day, if you know what I mean. Prop and Push didn’t even come close to rectifying that painful situation.

Anyway, I’m a lucky guy, like she reminds me every day and I’m not about to walk out on her, not for Lola’s ass or anyone else’s for that matter. Just so we’re clear on that.

“Baxter!”

“Yo.” My head snapped back and my mouth clamped shut as I pulled my gaze from Lola’s haunches.

“What are you waiting for? The sky to drop? Get going. You’ve been issued your orders!”

My boss is a dick, no two ways about it. Not HIM, but this prick named Bradley breathing his mayonnaise breath in my face. What kind of a name is that for an angel anyway I’d like to know? Bradley. His high-n-tight looks like a freakin’ top knot and someday I’m going grab him by it and chuck him to Kingdom Come. His wife’s this little round thing that works over in Accounting—sweet as can be. Can’t fathom what she saw in him but someday, you watch, I’m liable to make that poor woman a widow if he keeps spitting on me and trying my patience.

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Ruth Newell Feb. 20, 2012 @ 7:10 p.m.

Oh now. Here's a character Mindz could fall for. I'll betchoo he wears leather!

I really liked this story, Mac'nZ. I'm hoping you'll be posting more from these chronicles. Unless yours are like mine and forever evolving. Odd...had a friend who fainted when he met Bozo...or something like that. Funny, the connections our lives make.

Thanks again. Loved it!

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Radical Uterus Feb. 22, 2012 @ 2:52 p.m.

While I liked the style of the piece, I am sick to death of these kinds of characters, Baxter is a hard boiled, woman-hater who says he loves his wife. Love is not ridicule, and love is not lust. If in the future Baxter runs off with Lola he'll just use her and then go back to his wife.

If Baxter where to ever meet a woman who commands his respect, now that would be interesting to me. Combine that aspect with your Chronicles and I could become a fan.

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MackZender Feb. 25, 2012 @ 8:39 p.m.

Thank you, too, Ms. Georgina, for taking the time to read my post and for sharing with me your impressions.

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MackZender Feb. 25, 2012 @ 8:37 p.m.

Thanks for commenting, Ms. Shoes. Friends have either loved or hated this story, with a fraction left looking over their shoulders at me scratching their heads. And, likewise. Somedays, I think I'll never finish anything I write.

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Ruth Newell Feb. 26, 2012 @ 7:23 p.m.

Mmm, I'm told that might not be the point. The finishing, necessarily. Glad you do write at any rate and interested to read more--of this story or others that you might decide to post. You may be interested to check out Nan and Dadler's blogs--they both write fiction fairly regularly as well. Me, more rarely.

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MackZender March 7, 2012 @ 7:05 p.m.

I don't have much time to log on here but have enjoyed much of what I've read so far. As far as this story goes, I've been preoccupied with moving chapters around. I should know better as this has been known to derail me for months at a time. Thought I'd post this much to test the waters. As I said, reception among friends and loved one has been mixed. Do you ever do public readings? Just curious.

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nan shartel March 10, 2012 @ 11:27 a.m.

hey she wrote a dark piercing piece and Fictionwriter is starting a short story area...i'll find the link for ya

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Tallsharon March 10, 2012 @ 9 a.m.

very brave story. think you know what i mean. congrats on the win!

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Ruth Newell March 10, 2012 @ 10:54 a.m.

Oh yay, McZ!!! Fiction won--next poetry I'm hoping!! Congratulations and post more please.

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nan shartel March 10, 2012 @ 11:24 a.m.

wow...a non neighborhood wins somethin' and fiction 2..have the judges been drinkin'???

MZ...love the style..and since it's fiction(altho we all know these giant balled men exist)the content doesn't offend ...these shoot straight from the groin men tickle me.....hahahahahahahahaha

ur a ubergood writer!

hope u have other styles

congrats on the win...oooooooooooorah!!

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MackZender March 11, 2012 @ 10:56 a.m.

Well, what do you know! I didn't expect this. Thanks for your comments.

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nan shartel March 12, 2012 @ 9:53 p.m.

why not...ur work requires these remarks and alcalaides (sp)

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richzombie April 6, 2012 @ 9:24 a.m.

mackz - lets see i am behind the times a bit - but congrats first of all and really enjoyed the read - thanks

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