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Trouble is a brewing PART 1This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Charles | |
| Wednesday, 28 May 2008 | |
SKY HAD JUST LEFT THE BUILDING WERE HE WORKED. HE WAS A FORKLIFT DRIVER WORKING THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT. a DEAD END JOB LITTLE ARE NO MONEY TO HIS NAME.SKY IS YOUR AVERAGE MAN, AVERAGE BUILD, THINNING HAIR,TALL,BUT HUMPED OVER A BIT. hES 37 BUT LOOKS MORE LIKE 50. TIME AND CIRCUMSTANCE'S HAD NOT BEEN KIND TO HIM. MOST OF THE TIME HE JUST MADE THE BEST OF BAD EXPERIENCE'S.tHIS DAY WOULD START DIFFERENT SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN THAT WOULD LEAD DOWN A PATH OF VENGENCE THAT NO MAN SHOULD EVER GO!
lIKE ANY OTHER DAY SKY LEFT WORK HEADED FOR HIS TRUCK TO GO HOME. HE HEARD A SOUND IN THE WOODS NEAR BY. IT WAS A CRY FOR HELP, MUFFELED ABIT BUT THE MESSAGE WAS CLEAR SOMEONE WAS IN TROUBLE. HE STARTED FOR THE TREES IN THE DISTANCE'S HE COULD SEE THE OUTLINE OF A MAN, A VERY BIG MAN TOOWERING OVER HIS HELPLESS PREY. PREHAPS A YOUNG GIRL IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME. SKY STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS HE HAD NEVER FELT FEAR LIKE THIS BEFORE. HE COULDN'T BREATH WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO KNOW HE COULDN'T MOVE A MUSCLE. WAS HE JUST GOING TO LET THE GIRL SUFFER. HE DIDN'T KNOW THE MAN'S INTENTION'S YET HE KNEW THEY WERN'T GOOD.
THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED COURAGE CAME FROM OUT OF NOWHERE. HE THOUGHT HIS HEART WAS GOING TO EXPLODE OUT OF HIS CHEST. HE BEGAN TO FEEL AROUND IN HIS POCKETS LOOKING FOR ANYTHING TO EVEN THE ODD'S.IN HIS FRIEGHTEN STATES HE HAD FORGOTTEN HE HAD A SMALL BOX CUTTER IN HIS LEFT POCKET. HE PULLED IT OUT AND EXPOSED THE BLADE AND BEGAN TO WALK AGAIN TOWARDS THE HELPLESS GIRL. AT FIRST IT WAS ONE STEP AT A TIME THEN HE MANAGED TO GATHER THE NERVE TO BREAK OUT IN A FULL RUN. DETAILS WERE FLOODING HIS MIND FASTER THAN HE COULD COPPERHEND THE MAN WAS REALLY FAT BUT HAD STRONG ARMS AND LEGS. HE WAS ALMOST BALD. THE KIND OF SICK **** YOU WOULD EXPECT TO FIND PREYING ON YOUNG GIRLS. HE COULDN'T THINK OF THAT NOW HE HAD TO CLEAR HIS MIND. THINK OF ONLY THE TARGET IN FRONT OF HIM. THE MAN LOOKED UP HIS EYES WIDEN AS SKY LUNGED AT THE MAN WITH ALL HIS MIGHT AND WITH ONE QUICK MOTION CUT A SIX INCH GASH IN THE SIDE OF THE MAN'S NECK. PAYDIRT HE HIT A MAIN ARTERY BLOOD SPEWED ALL OVER THE YOUNG GIRLS FACE. SHE LET OUT A BLOOD CUDDERDLING SCREAM JUST AS THE BIG MAN FELL DEAD ON TOP OF HER STILL BLEEDING FROM HIS WOUND. SKY THREW THE BODY OFF THE GIRL AND HELPED HER UP. SHE WAS DRENCHED IN HER PREDITORS BLOOD HER BLOND HAIR WAS NOW RED BUT SHE STILL HAD A SEX APPEAL HE COULDN'T EXPLAIN. SHE CALMED HER NERVES AND SAID.WE'VE GOT TO GET OUTA HERE WERE BOTH IN ALOT OF DANGER.BUT WHY I JUST KILLED THE MAN WHO WAS HURTING YOU. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HE WAS MY DRUG DEALER HE WAS TRYING TO GET A PIECE OF ASS AND I WAS TRYING TO GET HIGH. BUT YOU CALLED FOR HELP. HE LIKES IT ROUGH SOMETIMES AND HE WAS HURTING ME.SO WHATS THE PROBLEM HE'S DEAD. HE'S NOT THE PROBLEM IT'S WHO HE WORKED FOR. AL-PALINKO THE SECOND IN COMMAND OF THE NEW YORK CHAPTER OF THE MOB. WHAT! BUT THIS IS ALABAMA WHATS THE MOB DOING HERE. DUMD ASS THE MOD IS EVERYWHERE AND INTO EVERYTHING, AND AL'S IS IN CONTROL OF MOST OF THE SOUTHERN STATES. DRUGS,GUNS,MONEY LUNDRING, AND ON SPECIAL OCCASION PUTTING HIT ON PEOPLE.IF HE FINDS OUT ABOUT ME AND YOU WERE AS GOOD AS DEAD.HOLY **** WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO I'M NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS KIND OF ****. WHATS HAPPENS NOW! I DON'T KNOW BUT WE DO NEED TO GET RID OF THIS BODY. AND I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT IM GETTING THE HELL OUT OF DODGE! AND I SUGGEST YOU DO THE SAME, AND GET YOURSELF A BIG GUN. THAT BOX CUTTER WILL DO YOU NO GOOD AGAINST WHATS COMEING ARE WAY. BUT HOW WILL HE KNOW? DAMMIT MAN LOOK AT ME I'M A DRUG ADDIT AND A ***** IF HE FINDS ME HE FINDS YOU.HE'S ROUGHLESS AND BEING CRUEL IS HIS SPECIALITY. I SAW HIM AT A PARTY CUT A MANS DICK OFF JUST FOR LOOKING AT HIS WOMEN THE WRONG WAY. HOLY **** YOU KNOW HIM ****! LIKE I SAID I MET HIM AT A PARTY, A PARTY THROWN BY THE FAT PIECE OF **** YOU JUST KILLED. BY THE WAY THE FUCKER'S NAME IS TOBBY GIBES. WELL SINCE WELL PROBLY DIE TOGETHER WHATS YOUR NAME. SKY JOHNSON BUT PEOPLE JUST CALL ME SKY. AND YOURS. TINA! NO LAST NAME? NO I WAS RAISED IN A FOSTER HOMES ALL MY LIFE SO LAST NAMES ARE OF NO CONCERN TO ME. OK BACK TO THE TASK AT HAND! WHAT! THE BODY! O YEA ! AND YOU REALLY NEED TO TAKE A SHOWER AND CHANGE CLOTHES, RED NOT YOUR COLOR.(ASSHOLE) [ THEY BOTH GRABED SHOVELLS FROM THE BACK OF HIS TRUCK DUG A SHALLOW GRAVE AND BURIED THE NOTORIOUS DRUG DEALER AND WONDERED WHAT TO EXPECT NEXT!]
Copyright 2008 Charles |
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