Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Rene Gav ❯ Rene Gav; Introduction pt1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Dix JL

Summary: Rene has a business going; he helps strayed souls and haunted mortals, but he is no angel.

A/N: This chapter introduces Rene. More characters and plot will be revealed soon. Hope you’ll enjoy the ride.





Something that they couldn’t dictate him, however, was the car that he drove. The crappy old non-shape of sedan was the last solitude he held. The last thread of control over his life. So it didn’t actually matter that, every now and then, the car broke down in the middle of nowhere, or that the brake sometimes had to be manually operated, or that the engine sounded as if it had a rougher night than him. Any of it did not matter. All that he knew was just that the second he felt the plastic covering of the steering wheel, he was finally the master of his own faith. No matter where the journey would take him, he could always decide for himself if he wanted to go slow or fast like hell.

He flicked his card as he stepped out of his car. Rene Gav was the written name in the card; whether it was his real name or not, he had long forgotten. The letters of his occupation was written in red as if stressing the importance of his job, or maybe the impotence of it.

A prick at the back of his neck urged him to walk closer to the door. Reluctantly, he pushed the button of the doorbell. A silly tune followed. All he had to do now was to wait.

A middle aged woman opened the door and friendly greeted him.

“Mrs. Johnson, I have a message for you from the late Mr. Johnson.” The woman’s face paled.

“He’s been on the hunt for you ever since you suffocated him deliberately with a pillow. Now that he finds you, he wants you to know that he would take what you had taken from him two years ago.” He pulled out his gun swiftly and aimed for the heart. It was an instant death. The woman hadn’t even the chance to scream.

A grunting sound was then heard, and Rene knew that it would have its revenge now. He closed the door so he didn’t have to see the ghost slaughter inside. The card that he had forgotten to give was crumpled in his fist.


R 20;You know what life does when it sucks? It goes on.”

And he couldn’t agree more. Feeling that a reply was redundant, Rene sipped his whiskey sour quietly. He was a sipping man, always had been. Other men gulped their drinks and knocked for more, he sipped, slowly.

“My dog had a better life than this. That damn mutt never had to lift his fat ass out of his house and put food on the table. Just like my wife, I guess.” Chuckling, the heavy, red-faced man nudged his drinking partner’s elbow. Rene didn’t budge.

“So partner, what about that extra comfort recliner 2012 I told you earlier? You look like you need one. With built-in phone, a mini fridge, heater, and massager, you’d never want to get out of that chair. The massager is the highlight of this recliner. Take a seat and feel the soft covered suede of the chair just bounces you back gently. Push the start button, and let the chair do the rest. The soft vibration and the massaging motion invigorate you after a rough day at work.” His eyes sized him up. “What did you say you do for a living?”

“I haven’t told you.” Rene sipped his drink.

The salesman waited for a moment until he realized that he wasn’t going to get any reply. “Judging from your clothes …” He eyed Rene’s dusty shirt and pants. “You look like you work a lot on the field. You’re a salesman like me?” He then negated himself, “No, that you ain’t. There’s a look about you. You do your business fast and impersonal. I only knew two sorts of people like you in my life. Either you’re a caretaker or a bounty hunter.”

“I guess you’re the former, huh? No offense, partner, but you lack of the dangerous aura that normally a bounty hunter has.”

Rene shrugged in response. The clear glass gave a reflection of his cold and detached eyes; they softened a bit.

“Your dog was a black Labrador.” Rene’s leg did a soft, almost unnoticed jerking motion.

“How’d you know?” The salesman turned to him, astounded, and then he shrugged and went back to his drink. “Guess, that kind was what we normally have, huh? Yeah, ole Jimmy had been with me for as long as I could remember, until one day he slept and didn’t wake up. Old age, that’s what did him in.” A sheer mist covered the man’s eyes.

Rene smiled. “Not quite.” And then he stood up and pointed at a picture on the brochure. “I take one of those.”

“Sorry?” Scarcely believing his luck, he looked on astonished as Rene drew out a bundle of bills, took out the exact amount, and signed the paperwork for the extra comfort recliner 2012. “Are we closing the deal now?”

Instead of answering him, he wrote the address where the recliner was to be delivered. The salesman counted the money on the table. Satisfied at the full payment, he was about to shake Rene’s hand when he saw that he was already gone.

As he was about to pay his drinks, the bartender informed him that it had already been taken care of.

The salesman was about to start his car when his eyes caught a side note on the paperwork for the massage sofa. ‘Your wife has been experimenting with poison. Be careful with what you consume.’


Some one to believe in him, that was what it’d take. A wistful, silly, and very uncool conduct when combined with what he did for a living.

He did what he did because he had to do it. No choice and no exit.

Sometimes he felt as if he had been hanging around too much with the dead that he almost loved the living. But everything that lived had to die, and that was when they started to annoy him.


Toda y his pet goldfish that he kept in a glass-vase glued to his dashboard died. He felt like crying as he threw away the small-sized cadaver. Where did it go? Where did its soul go, that little creature with goggle eyes? He refused to throw away the vase, hoping it would come back someday.