The 4 pathetic ones

[roseline371274]

"I have to go."

Large tears roll down her cheeks, deepening the furrows that appear there, rivers of sadness that join into rivers of despair around the slight curves of her chin. She stifles a hiccup and clenches her fists until they bleed, lost between anger and distress.

“  You could stay here with me, Odious! We’d be happy! Don’t go, I beg you! Let someone c level executive list else do it!
” “Someone else?” I ask doubtfully. “You know it’s my duty, Sophia.
” “No, you…” she sobs. “I’m sure we could find someone! We… we could ask the Film Gravedigger!
” “Come on, you wretch, that rascal would be damned if he did something stupid, like trying to be objective. You know perfectly well that I can’t accept that. I have to go.
” “But why? ” 

With a wave of my hand, I dismiss all the hypotheses that might have floated before his eyes, leaving only the dark truth, however harsh it may be.

"Because no one in their right mind would spend nearly 10€ to watch a reboot of a franchise whose previous reboot was only from 2005. Do you remember the people who went to see The Amazing Spider-Man ?
" "No?
" "It's because they died, Sophia. All of them. From shame or despair, but most often from a stroke in the middle of the film. 
" "Oh! But... what about you?
" "I'm mithridatized, my young friend. A John Carter here, a Clash of the Titans there... I can survive this shit. 
" "You can handle it, you mean?
" "I said survive, let's not exaggerate. Most of those who tried to follow me down this slope died. Do you see this prune in my hand?
" "Yes?
" "He was my best friend. He became like that during  Rise of the Planet of the Apes. The summer of 2011, a hell of a fecal tsunami. A Verdun for neurons." Sometimes at night, I still have nightmares about it. Now, let me through, Sophia. I have to go see Fantastic Four. I have to do it so others don't. 
– Hateful, isn't it ! 

A disparaging cough followed by a pat on my shoulder forces me to turn around to find a very disgruntled-looking thug staring at me intently.

"  So, you're buying your fucking movie ticket instead of talking to the saleswoman? We've been standing in line for ten minutes while you're doing your thing. Plus, you call her Sophia like you know her, but you only just read her name on her badge. 
"Just a minute. " 

I press the last syllable as hard as I press the trigger on my Mauser, and the hipster waiting just behind my interlocutor collapses with a painful gurgle.