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He stepped into the cab of the truck, and took his seat next to the rather corpulent driver, making sure to keep his legs wide open.
"Thanks," he said, flashing the driver a wink with a movie-style flip of the hair.
Watch it, kid. If you fuck around with my body, you'll have hell to pay.
"Heh. No problum aht all, miss. So, uh, where ya headed?" He was eyeing him up and down, making sure to breathe in every little detail.
"Well, actually, now that I think about it, I don't think I'm going your way," he said. Before the driver could respond, he pulled the small pistol from her vest and shot the him in the head.
Jesus. Did you have to do that?
"Kid, it's a rare occasion when I do anything I have to." With that, he pushed the driver's body out onto the road and grabbed a dirty rag from the glovebox.
As he wiped away the blood from the rest of the cab, he decided it wouldn't be a good idea to stick around near that body.
Heading home? she asked.
"Nah, I've got some business to finish first, kiddo. We're going back."
Back? But you need a body.
"I'm certain someone there will be more than willing to lend us one, right?" He was grinning from ear to ear.
Well, if we're going to do this, I need to at least know your gift.
"My gift? Misfortune."
What the fuck does that mean?
"Sometimes a little misfortune can go a long way."
Shit. I picked the wrong guy to save.
"Thanks," he said, flashing the driver a wink with a movie-style flip of the hair.
Watch it, kid. If you fuck around with my body, you'll have hell to pay.
"Heh. No problum aht all, miss. So, uh, where ya headed?" He was eyeing him up and down, making sure to breathe in every little detail.
"Well, actually, now that I think about it, I don't think I'm going your way," he said. Before the driver could respond, he pulled the small pistol from her vest and shot the him in the head.
Jesus. Did you have to do that?
"Kid, it's a rare occasion when I do anything I have to." With that, he pushed the driver's body out onto the road and grabbed a dirty rag from the glovebox.
As he wiped away the blood from the rest of the cab, he decided it wouldn't be a good idea to stick around near that body.
Heading home? she asked.
"Nah, I've got some business to finish first, kiddo. We're going back."
Back? But you need a body.
"I'm certain someone there will be more than willing to lend us one, right?" He was grinning from ear to ear.
Well, if we're going to do this, I need to at least know your gift.
"My gift? Misfortune."
What the fuck does that mean?
"Sometimes a little misfortune can go a long way."
Shit. I picked the wrong guy to save.