What Comes Around: Conclusion

 **Here's the last part of What Comes Around. I have ideas for more stories with the same main character, but they wont be read for some tie to come. In the mean time, I plan on posting another story in parts called Slip. This one will be more science-fiction. Thanks again for reading and tell your friends!**  

         Geoff’s 300 pulled up to the docks. This was a different location than he was used to; one as far away from Mr. Big’s warehouse as possible. He hopped out of the car and rounded the front with a slight skip to his step. He yanked open the passenger door and removed a small middle aged man from within. Due to the concrete enveloping the man’s feet, Geoff had to drag him to the edge of the docks.

            Geoff let the man slump down shivering either from the cold night or fright. Geoff sat on the end of the pier next to his victim, letting his feet dangle off the side. He reached in his coat and removed a large blue-metal revolver. He tapped the barrel against his knee and looked back at the man, shaking his head. “What a strange world we live in,” he signed and continued, “So here’s the deal: Normally I’d just chuck you in the drink and call it a night, but I’m actually a bit curious about how you live with yourself. So you tell me why you do what you do and my Colt Python here will decide whether to pop you one in the head before throwing you over; I hear drowning really sucks. But this all depends on if I agree with your reasoning.” Geoff waved the barrel in the man’s direction. “So, what do you say?”

            The man cleared his throat. “What do you want to know?”

            “Well, when did you decide to work there?”

            “You mean become a priest?”

            “Yeah.”

            “When I got out of high school.”

            “So that would be like twenty some odd years ago?”

            “Twenty-six.”

            “Wow.” Geoff looked out across the black water. Looking across the Bay at night always made him think that he was looking at a big pit of nothingness. “When did you decide to use the church as a drug depot?”

            “A few years ago.”

            “Did God piss you off or something? Didn’t answer a prayer?”

            “I am doing this for God.”

            Geoff started snickering then burst out laughing. “Oh-oh man, go on, please; I have got to hear this one.”

            “Have you seen that state of the world today?”

            “It sucks. What about it?”

            “It doesn’t just suck. Our civilization has never seen this before, this much despair, this much emptiness.”

            “Ever heard of World War Two?”

            “This is different. Our country has never been so close to the end,” the priest said. “The World Wars gave people purpose, and purpose instills hope. This is the opposite; this is misery. This is worse than the Great Depression. Corruption is everywhere, at every level of society. First everything became stagnant, technology, the economy, and so on, and now it’s beginning to decay; our world is going the way of Rome.”

            Geoff nodded. “So you somehow think that by adding more misery, it will somehow counteract all the crap? I don’t get it? Why drugs?”

            “God wills it.”

            “He wants everyone to get high until the world gets better?”

            “He wants me to weed out the weak.”

            Geoff couldn’t help but smile. “What the hell for?”

            “Are you not listening to me?” the priest snapped.

            “Careful, I have the gun. I don’t necessarily have to shoot you in the head.”

            “Listen, this is the end. It’s not just society, it’s the whole world. Everything is falling apart and this time it’s not coming back. I am preparing my flock for the end times. Sadly, that means separating the righteous from the unworthy. What better way than to use the temptation of drugs? And the money I receive from the men who bring them, all goes to the church for the good of those that deserve it,” the priest finished then let his head drop.

            “You really know your place in the world, don’t you?” Geoff remarked.

            “It is not something I like doing, but it must be done,” the priest answered. “I know what God wants of me, do you?”

            Geoff stood up. “I should tell you I was an orphan. My twin sister and I were dumped on the doorsteps of some nunnery, like some bad movie. If there was one thing I could ask my real parents if I found them it would be, why a nunnery? Why not a dumpster or some random house, like, who does that? Ah, I’m getting off track. So, we were raised in a bloody Catholic orphanage. Oddly enough, when they were drilling the Bible into my head, some of it stuck. One thing I remember, I can’t remember where in the Bible it’s from, was that judgment was the realm of the Lord, not mankind.”

Geoff walked behind the priest and lifted him up by the armpits. “Now, like you, I also claim to know exactly why I am here, but unlike your hypocritical crap, I have no illusions.”

“And what is your place then?”

“There’s common saying out there, I think it could be of Norse origins, but I’m probably wrong. It goes: What goes around comes around. Everything is a circle. You eventually get out of life what you put into it, understand?”

“You fit in with that saying?”

“We both fit in actually. You see, someone like you is what goes around, and someone like me is what comes around. Now, I know what you’re thinking, he kills people…”

“And one day you will be judged for it.”

“Ah, you’re probably judging me for it right now,” Geoff spat. “But you’re right; I know it will be my turn one day. There’s nothing I can do about that. But that is my place, and you know what? It may not be the place God wanted me to take, but it’s the one I chose for myself.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m sick of scum like you. You’re like those nuns who tried to brainwash me at the orphanage, like my boss and like my parents; all trying to rule the world by ruining the world. I don’t like you, and I intend to do something about it.” Geoff slid the priest up next to the water. “So, you ready?”

“No gun?” he asked.

Geoff shook his head. “Nope, your logic sucks.”

The priest sighed and hung his head. “C-can I have a last moment to pray?”

Geoff spread out his arms. “Sure, why not?”

The priest started mumbling to the darkness ahead of him while his body quivered, but after a few seconds, Geoff had a change of heart and kicked him in the back. The priest toppled over the edge into the dark waters. Geoff leaned over the edge to watch a few bubbles emerge before hiding his gun under the folds of his coat and turning back to his car. He started the engine and drove off into the night.