-=+Fiction+=-
"I inhaled deep, dragging the smoke into my lungs like it would somehow save me, but I knew there would be no redemption ... not this time.
The Thursday breeze blew up the road and ruffled my hair as it passed, whispering in my ear of things that could have been, and things that should never have happened, but I ignored it and kept on walking. Thinking about the past wasn't going to change a thing, and regrets just weren't my style.
I was having a hard time getting my right leg to move. It seemed like the new metal inserts weren't helping very much. I guess I should've gone to a doctor if I wanted surgery, instead of just having someone shoot me a few times. At least I had stopped leaking.
A thought struck me then, and I checked my piece, just to see. The cigarette was a little tough to juggle around, but I was used to it, and I got the clip out no problem. A big silver-coated bullet winked at me from the top, with a whole happy family below it, and I smiled. I might not be able to stop them from taking me out, but I at least wanted to get some of my own back, and I was glad to see that I had reloaded. The last few hours were a little blurry for me, but I knew the clip holsters on my belt were almost empty.
I stumbled a bit then, and I might have passed out briefly, because when I looked up from the ground there was a guy standing over me.
I tried to raise the gun but he almost casually slapped it out my hand. He was big, but looked half and half Dumpster and derelict. His breath smelled like week-old gin, and he was haloed in the streetlamp far above me. The lamp kept getting farther and farther away and I decided it was time to take a nap.
What the hell, I figured he'd wake me up when the torture was about to start anyway, and until then I might as well get all the rest I could."
Lucael
The Thursday breeze blew up the road and ruffled my hair as it passed, whispering in my ear of things that could have been, and things that should never have happened, but I ignored it and kept on walking. Thinking about the past wasn't going to change a thing, and regrets just weren't my style.
I was having a hard time getting my right leg to move. It seemed like the new metal inserts weren't helping very much. I guess I should've gone to a doctor if I wanted surgery, instead of just having someone shoot me a few times. At least I had stopped leaking.
A thought struck me then, and I checked my piece, just to see. The cigarette was a little tough to juggle around, but I was used to it, and I got the clip out no problem. A big silver-coated bullet winked at me from the top, with a whole happy family below it, and I smiled. I might not be able to stop them from taking me out, but I at least wanted to get some of my own back, and I was glad to see that I had reloaded. The last few hours were a little blurry for me, but I knew the clip holsters on my belt were almost empty.
I stumbled a bit then, and I might have passed out briefly, because when I looked up from the ground there was a guy standing over me.
I tried to raise the gun but he almost casually slapped it out my hand. He was big, but looked half and half Dumpster and derelict. His breath smelled like week-old gin, and he was haloed in the streetlamp far above me. The lamp kept getting farther and farther away and I decided it was time to take a nap.
What the hell, I figured he'd wake me up when the torture was about to start anyway, and until then I might as well get all the rest I could."
Lucael