The troublemaker

 
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    The best time of Tom's life fell on the period when he lived with Franky in a barn; actually, on the first part of this period, 'cause the second part wasn't that lucky.
Given the barn was situated no more than sixty feet from the home, Tom's mom provided him and Franky the food surreptitiously. She felt pity and compassion for Tom, regardless ugliness, obscenity, and perversion of the situation he was in.
Franky did stink awfully, but he was clean, innocent, at least, no shame on him, it was nobody's fault but Tom's.
Tom didn't ruminate too much about this, he devoured chickens, pizzas, various kind of pies, the most fascinating of which was pumpkin pie because Franky was fond of pumpkin pie too.
At first, Tom had no idea what people' opinion of his way of life was. There was no harlot or any other woman to exclaim "Thou art wise, Tom, art become like a god! Why with the wild creatures dost though roam over the steppe?" as brave Enkidu from The Epic of Gilgamesh was once upon a time addressed.
Meanwhile, Tom and Franky enjoyed having sex, and were nearly happy, but when rumours were spread through their little town, the coin of fate fell on the other side.
Tom's harmonious unity with humanity was broken, and all his friends, even his parents, became angry and despised him. He was not able to get along with the world any more.
Just for the beginning, Tom was expelled from the university. Some fair citizen wrote a letter to the dean, and Tom got a letter from the dean containing harsh diatribe and notification of expulsion.
Tom went to the university and had not quite pleasant conversation with the dean.
" My university," the dean said, " is a place where we are forming the best members of our society, the future elite, and some of the students perhaps will sometime occupy positions in the government - so, we can't afford our students to be in contact with a pervert, who degraded to an animal position. "
The dean's gray eyes was looking at Tom scornfully. He seemed to be waiting for Tom's arguments to smash them down.
"What happened to Giordano Bruno?" Tom asked in the most unexpected way. "What transpired with Paul, Peter and Jesus? What was the destiny of the first christians? They were regarded as weird criminals, they were despised and persecuted. Diocletian regarded early christians as a dinner for lions. Tzin Shi Huangdi ordered to bury alive a few hundred scientists, because they told him that eternal life was impossible. "
" I know all that," the dean said. "What I don't understand is what all these facts have to do with your disgusting behaviour?"
"You don't see any connection?" Tom smiled.
"By no means. You seem to see, well, enlighten me, will you?"
"All of them were going against conventional notions and conventions, they denied prevailing opinions and traditions and were severely punished for it. In other words, contempt and hatred of society doesn't mean that you are a scoundrel, a criminal and unworthy person. And rather the contrary."
"Oh?" the dean squinted. " Was Hitler a worthy person?"
"The dean is not supposed to resort to such cheap tricks. What you're doing to me now Hitler did to the jews in the thirties of last century. In regard with who of us is more similar to Hitler, it is you, distinguished dean. "
"Get out!" Dean's face flushed. His gray beard trembled. He held out his white index finger with polished nail towards the door, and bellowed "Get out of my university and never again dare to approach it!"
Tom went out and his way to elite was blocked forever. The dean informed other universities about Tom's sin. He couldn't forgive him his last words. Maybe that's because he felt Tom had told the truth.
Tom's father forbade him ever to enter the house. He hung a rifle on the wall of the living room and told Tom that if he sees him in the house, he would shoot him without the slightest regret. It was more likely just an emotional escapade, but Tom took it as a brutal offence and avoid entering home while his father was in.
Tom's father was fired from his work where he had been labouring for more than twenty years.
" Nothing personal, John," his chief said. "But we are bound to take care of our reputation."
"Your reputation?" John uttered in shock and frustration.
" We live in a small town, John," the chief proceeded despondently. "The rumours about your son..."
"My son?" John cried. " He's a son of a bitch! He's not my son any more!"
The chief sighed and shrugged.
"He is your son, John, whatever you call him, and his disgraceful behavior evoked negative reaction of the people. Most of them have always preferred our firm to get rid of their problems. Now they are Mr. Soup's clients. Have you any guesses why?"
"Have no idea," muttered John obviously dumbfounded.
"I have!" chief snarled. "All people in town know that father of the pervert and scoundrel works here. Have you heard of anonymous boycott? If all this go on this way my business will be ruined soon. You became a problem, John, and you are sacked, and there's nothing you can say to change my mind."
That evening John was disgustingly drunk. He grabbed his rifle from the wall, and rushed outside. He shot several times towards the barn with a wild scream "Be damned forever you shit of a devil, die both of you, slimy bastards!"
Tom and Franky spread on the floor inside the barn and were shaking from fear. Luckily, they were not hurt.
Another blow followed after a while. Lily, Tom's sister, came home in tears: her dance coach hinted her, that it would be better for all and mostly for her if she would quit the dancing lessons by her own will. Otherwise, the coach whispered ominously, she would be in an awkward position of an exorcist.
At first, Lily didn't even understand what exactly Mrs Sharp was trying to say, but it was obvious that she didn't want Lily to be present at her dancing lessons.
Lily was very keen on dancing, and her expulsion put her in a state of hysteria.
When John was absent trying in vain to find a new job, Tom sneaked in the house and tried to comfort his sister.
" Mom told you were..." Tom began but froze when she cast a furious glare at him and cried "Get out of here and never approach me again!"
She sat on the sofa and sobbed, covering her face with her palms.
"It's your fault nobody wants to talk to me at school, teachers don't look at me, all my friends turn aside every time they see me. Go away, Tom, please, go away! You're not my brother any more, you are a monster."
Tom felt a stone in his throat, he struggled not to let tears flow from his eyes. He felt an urge to hug Lily and say some kind words but he knew better than that. He turned away and was going to return to the barn, where Franky was waiting for him.
Thus, the implacable ring around Tom narrowed, and the only intact link in the chain was his mom, but not for a long time.
No sooner Tom left the house than he came across his mom. Her pale face and white dress were vastly spattered with tar. Mom was crying. She didn't seem to notice Tom, rushed inside and headed for the bathroom.
"What happened to your new dress?" Lily asked jumping up from the couch.
"Nothing," Mom sobbed.
"Mom, who did it?" Lily shouted in despair and hugged mom's neck.
"The boys on the street poured tar over me, they mocked me, called me names, and screamed that I had given birth to a godless monster."
Lily kissed her mom on the cheek and said in tender voice " Mom, turn a deaf ear to stupid boys. Let's go to the bathroom, come on, take off this dress, you need to take a bath."
Tom hurried to the barn.
It was exactly that moment when he understood that he was done. Without meaning to, he brought a curse on his family. They suffered severely because of him, because of his precarious ideas. Of course it was not fair, it was painful and unbearable.
There was some additional circumstance to this situation, namely, Tom loved his mom, he loved his sister, and what was more unbelievable, he loved his severe father.
That night Tom was not asleep till dawn, he sobbed, pressing hard his palm to his mouth not to wake up peacefully snoring Franky.
Tom felt like there was only one way out of this deadlock.
In the morning he released Franky from the barn with the words, " You are free, Franky. You are the best I had in my life." Tom slapped Franky' thick, hairy ass, and Franky set off at a trot.
As soon as Franky disappeared around the corner, Tom went back to the barn, tied one end of the rope to a beam in the ceiling, and at the other end made ;;a loop.
He got up on a box of wood, shoved his head in the noose and with a wild cry of despair he pushed the box away.
The first thing he felt was like a terrible blow to the neck and severe pain. But somehow the neck didn't break as it was supposed to happen.
The death was not going to be instant and a lot of suffering was in store for Tom.
Clouds of fog swam before his eyes.
His legs was helplessly dangling in the air, and Tom was tremendously scared. He tried to scream, but he didn't have enough air, he was suffocating, he wheezed and hissed.
His fingers were frantically grabbing for the loop, but it pressed relentlessly and mercilessly.
Finally something snapped in his neck, and in an instant Tom was plunged into the darkness.
The next moment a bright light flashed, and Tom found himself standing on the stage in the lights of the ramp.
The walls were sparkling white. From one wall to the other the rows of chairs were stretched in which the angels reclined with their wings folded. In the center a man in a white robe was sitting, his head was in a halo of fire and encircled with thorns.
"What brought you to our quiet abode, brother Tom, ahead of time?" said the man smiling kindly.
"You know my name, but don't know how I got here?" Tom said, looking at the man suspiciously.
"Well, it's just a figure of speech, brother Tom," replied the man calmly. "Of course I know, but do you know what a dire sin you burdened your soul with by committing suicide?"
"Yes, I know," Tom answered firmly. "But I hope that when the town knows that I killed myself, then people will change their attitude towards my family and will cease to pursue them."
" Frankly, brother Tom, I like your motivation, albeit I can't approve the action which is per se horrible," the man nodded. "Why were you involved in fornication with a goat?"
"Who are you to ask me such questions?" Tom said in indignation.
"I am Judge," the man answered with an honour. "The angels you see around you are the jurors. They judge, but the final decision rests with me."
The pause followed for some time.
Tom looked around and asked with his tone softened "So, I am a criminal, am I not?"
"We have not established your guilty yet", Judge said,"nor your innocence as well. To make the procedure more effective I want you to answer my questions to the point. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Your Honour." Tom mumbled.
"Speak twice as loud," Judge said. "I can read your thoughts, but the honourable jurors have not yet fully mastered this art. So, why did you commit adultery with a goat, did you feel sexual desire for it or what else?"
"Well, Your Honour, I did not have much desire to have sexual contact with the goat," Tom answered.
"So, why did you commit adultery with the goat, if you didn't feel sexual desire for it?"
"Oh, it's hard to explain, Your Honor," Tom said shyly.
"Try us, we have gathered here to look into the matter."
"Your Honor," Tom began, "I have long wondered why a society so zealously pursued those who entered into a sexual relationship with animals, and finally I came to one very sad conclusion. Society worries about chastity of animals not because of pity and care about them, but in order to be able to kill them without any remorse! "
There was a roar floating through the hall. Angels were looking at each other in astonishment, and some of them began clapping with their wings. A loud buzz hovered above the hall, some angels stared at Tom in fury and indignation.
" Silence!" Judge exclaimed, and when the uproar subsided, returned his gaze to Tom "How interesting, brother Tom. Are there any arguments to back up your point?"
"Do you know, Your Honor, how many goats, cows, bulls and even young calves are killed in slaughterhouses?"
"Asking questions is my prerogative," Judge snapped . "Get to the point."
"Every day in the world millions of animals are killed, Your Honor. Unfortunately, I can not provide the appropriate documents to prove it ..."
" There's no need in documentary evidence in this case," Judge said a little more gently. "Because I know very well that's true. I also know that people kill animals to eat, that is, they don't kill for pleasure but to survive."
" Some people can dispense with meat very easy."
"But I suppose you are not one of them, are you?" Judge narrowed his eyes at Tom slyly.
"Unfortunately, no. But this does not mean that I approve killing animals. Though there are people who refuse to eat the death of living creatures, most people prefer meat, and slaughterhouses kill and kill poor creatures. To prevent public morality from being hurt, and to protect individual conscience from suffering caused by remorse, society has developed and strongly reinforces the view that the animals are radically different beings, absolutely different from humans.
Animal even equated to an inanimate object and is denoted as "it."
In the public mind was formed an impervious wall between animal and a man. The fact is, Your Honor, that if we accept an animal as a being who has the same right to life as a human, then how will we be able to eat this animal? That's why a sly human brain begins to look for loopholes, tricks, coming up with more and more sophisticated arguments in favor of the legality of the killing of animals.
Why is humanity so violently persecuting people who have sex with animals? Because sex with animals breaks down this wall, erected between animal and man, and if the wall is broken, it will be impossible to kill the animals with impunity and eat them! And humanity is terrified of this, and that's why those who engage in sex with animals evoke in people the greatest indignation and wrath. That's why I thought, " Why not to try break this wall and begin attacking the public hypocrisy."
A storm of indignation swept through the hall. Angels whistled, screamed, flapped their wings.
The judge had to hit the table with the gavel several times to calm the roused jury.
"So, as I take it," Judge spoke very slowly, "all this was not about perverted love to the goat...what was his name?"
"Franky."
" Not perverted love to Franky, but you kind of took a stand, worked out your own ideas, and you used Franky as an instrument to disrupt social norms. Do you feel ashamed of yourself?"
"Yes, Your Honour, I feel very sorry for all I have done to my family and to Franky. That's why I did what I did. But Franky was not an instrument, we became close friends. He shared my ideas entirely."
" Shared your ideas? In what way, may I ask you?"
"Franky never have eaten meat and even refused to eat the most tasty hamburgers."
There was a burst of laughter in the hall. Judge struggled fiercely not to laugh.
"So, to end the hearing, you have the right for final say." He said at last.
"Your Honour," Tom said passionately, "I caused so many sufferings to my dear family, that I am not entitled to say anything to my defence."
"Let it be." Judge made a pause and then announced. " I declare the hearing closed. The court retires for deliberation."
Judge and the angels left but returned after five minutes.
Judge for a few minutes was immersed in contemplations. Angels sat with bated breath.
Judge finally looked at Tom and asked "How old are you, brother Tom?"
"Nineteen."
Another pause followed.
Judge sighed and said, "You are not worthy to be in heaven, but at the same time, I feel sorry to send you to hell."
He looked at the angels. "What would you say, gentlemen of the jury?"
"Back, back!" shouted, interrupting each other the angels. "Let him return to life."
"So be it!" The judge concluded and clapped his hands.
At the next moment Tom opened his eyes and saw above him a shrewd glance from under the white cap and above the white gauze bandage.
"He came to his senses!" the gauze turned to a white figure standing in front of the set of medical apparatuses.
"He will live then!" said the white figure. "I will go to appease his mother and sister. I'm fed up with that insolent girl. And what I refuse to understand is what the hell a goat is doing in the hall? What does security do?
Finally, Tom realized that he was in a hospital ward, and he was surrounded by medics.
He tried to lift his head, but feeling a strong tense in fixated neck, lowered it back.
" Don't move," the nurse said. "You have your neck badly damaged. But don't worry: the vital organs are not damaged. In a month you will be on your feet."
With these words sister gave Tom an injection and he fell asleep.