Not a Good Guy
Not a Good Guy
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My name is Collin and I'm not a good guy. I'm a rat bastard and I don't give a shit what you think about me. I'm not one of those nice guys hiding behind a layer of tough, no, I'm a rock hard dick exterior with an inner layer of asshole. I don't give a shit about you or anyone you care about. I am, however, a fair player.
I don't fight people who can't fight me back. Don't call me noble or some shit like that, I'm not, I just don't see the point. I also don't fight in a group, you might as well just tattoo "I'm a chicken-shit coward who can't do jack without a crowd to back me up" across your forehead. I don't need a fucking posse to help me kick ass, I do fine on my own.
I work as a guy who finds things, not a PI, that implies I'm legit. I'm the type of guy you go to when you want something no matter the cost. My one rule has always been no women and no minors. The women thing isn't some form of chivalry, it's the biological fact that a man's body has more and better connected musculature than a woman of his size. I'm six' six", I've never met a woman my size. The minors thing is just to keep from getting in too much trouble with the cops.
You might be asking me why I'm telling you this. To be honest, it's because today is my last day. Yeah, so I'm fucking maudlin about it, you would be too. I didn't know it was going to end when today began, but I know that's how the day is going to conclude. I woke up at dawn of Tuesday morning and I'm going to be gone at dawn of Wednesday morning.
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The first thing that tipped me off that it was going to be a shitty day was the fact that Miles hadn't paid me when I checked my account. Miles and I have gone back a long time. Longer than he would like his new wife to know he goes back. Said wife had been having an affair with an old boyfriend and Miles had asked me to find said boyfriend and bring him a specific body part. Not an unusual request in my business. See, I told you I wasn't a good guy.
Anyway, Miles had gotten said body part last night at eleven when I dropped it off in a Coleman cooler. He was going to get the message across to his new old lady that she didn't get to be tired of him and then he was going to wire me the money. This is the fourth wife that I've known Miles to have, so I knew this routine well by now. He screws, he marries, he threatens, and then she vanishes. Miles knows my view on women so as far as I know, they all are living far away very happy to be divorced. Hey, just because I'm a dick doesn't mean I don't want to be optimistic.
Since Miles owed me not only for the delivery but for the cooler, I was a little peeved. It nagged at me, but if Miles had to do his own dirty work, he might have been late with the transfer. I didn't get to check for the transfer again till late afternoon. When I saw that my account was unchanged I knew something was up with Miles. So I called and then I was really on alert when Miles' soon-to-be-missing wife picked up.
It wasn't uncommon for Miles to keep a wife after giving her a message like last night's but the fact that she answered the phone was off. Miles had kept the same maid, Rachael, for the last ten years. She was the daughter of the previous maid and was a really sweet girl. I'll admit it, I have a thing for Rachael. She's got that natural beauty that goes underappreciated in this world, soft brown eyes, long blond hair, and a killer tan that you wouldn't expect from someone who works her hours. Rachael does most of the work around the house including answering the phone. Miles hasn't answered the home phone in years.
I played it cool though and told her that I was simply waiting for payment from Miles. She was quick to tell me it would be taken care of. I was shocked when twice the agreed upon amount appeared in my account. I got the message. Shut up and go away. I would have except there was one person I was worried about. Miles was my friend, but he was a big boy. Rachael might be in trouble. I decided to go check up.
Now don't go thinking this was a play at being some kind of hero, I just thought Rachael might be willing to have a little "Thanks for rescuing me" sex if she was in trouble. I'm a dick, not a prince and I was more than willing to face the head bitch if it meant getting into Rachael's panties. I reached Miles' mansion not long after sunset.
The house was mostly dark, there were a few lights on in the back room and I was glad I approached with my headlights off. I felt my gut react, the lights were on near where Miles' panic-room was located. That was a storage area with no reason for it to be used. I packed both of my guns, keeping on in the holster and slipping the other into the back of my pants.
I had helped Miles when he was at home before, there was a reason he built a panic-room after all. I slipped into the house through the basement window that was laced with a special razor wire. Since I knew it was there, I knew how to disable the wire, information only Miles' most trusted allies were privy to. The house was quiet for the most part until I got down the hall from the panic-room.
"Get that fucking door open!" Bitch Wife cried and I could hear the grunts of two men. One sounded strangely like Miles. "I can't believe you taught that whore how to change the door code."
"She's a loyal member of the organization, if I was hurt she could keep me safe," Miles said and I was shocked.
"Your safety doesn't matter anymore. Thank God you had that fucking jammer," Bitch Wife growled and I approached the door. It was cracked slightly and I peered in. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I recognized the man I had harvested the particular body part from. For someone who should have been in agonizing pain, he didn't seem to be too bothered by the lack of his reproductive system.
"How long can she stay in there?" Bitch Wife asked, she was sitting in Miles' favorite armchair, I wasn't even allowed to sit there, I doubted he would allow her in it.
"There are food stores to last a month," Miles stated in a dead tone as he held an ax and slammed it into the metal door of the panic-room. Miles looked furious but he kept trying to open the door he knew would take a tank to break.
"Leave me alone!" Rachael's voice cried over the PA system and I felt relief, at least she was alive.
"Sorry sugar, you know too much, I can't let my plans get ruined by you," Bitch Wife chuckled.
"I don't know what you did to Mr. Miles, how can I ruin anything?" Rachael cried and I could tell she was close to panic.
"You know that Miles isn't exactly himself anymore. I can't risk his allies finding out that he's no longer the man he used to be," Bitch Wife chuckled.
"They would put me out of my misery," Miles said, sounding more like himself. I watched as the Bitch Wife approached him.
"You're no good to me dead," she chuckled as she caught his chin and his arms dropped to his sides. He looked like he wanted to die.
"Then kill me," the other guy begged and I could see his face now, he looked like he was in agony. "They cut off my dick and balls. Let me die!" Bitch Wife looked annoyed.
"Once I've taken care of the maid I'll kill you. Now open that door!" she ordered and the two men returned to trying to do just that. I felt like something was up.
"You want to die, no problem," I stated as I kicked open the door. My first bullet hit my victim in the head, blowing his brains across the wall. The second bullet hit Bitch Wife in the chest, knocking her and the chair over. I walked over to Miles who was still trying to open the door. "You can stop now."
"I can't," Miles said in a broken voice. "She gave me something, some sort of reprogramming drug. She can order me to do anything."
"Well shit," I muttered before something stung me in the shoulder. I snarled and turned around. Bitch Wife was standing up and through the hole in her chest I could see the kevlar, a strange dart gun was in her hand.
"You're mine," she purred and I looked at Miles. His face was in a gruesome smile. "Don't you tell him!" Miles' face broke at that and he gave me a look as I ripped the dart from my shoulder.
"Mr. Collin, the shot doesn't start until the sun is up!" Rachael cried and I smirked as Bitch Wife's face fell.
"Oh, good for me," I purred as I turned to face her.
"Stop!" she screamed as she fired another dart, it hit me in the chest and I raised my gun.
"That's not going to work for a while," I stated and then blew the back of her head out, covering the window in brain, bone, and blood. I pulled the dart out of my chest before turning to look at Miles. He looked at me like he was about to cry.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Is it just her?" I asked and he nodded.
"First person to command you controls you, some sort of sensory lock," he whispered. "She got me first thing this morning before the sun rose." He turned his attention to the man I had castrated. "He was her test sample, I didn't know that."
"How could you?" I asked as I began to leave, dawn was coming and I wasn't going to be anyone's slave.
"Thank you, Collin," Miles sighed and I nodded as I headed out.
"It's not a bad way to end my life, I got to be a hero," I stated as I began to leave the house. The pink of the sky told me I didn't have too long before I would become the slave of the first person to give me orders.
I chose Miles' back balcony. The view of the ocean still black and the pink of the sunrise behind me. I placed the barrel in my mouth pressing it up against my soft pallet. I closed my eyes.
"Stop!" Rachael's voice cried out and I tried to pull the trigger but my body refused to obey. Apparently a double dose stopped the sun's effects. I didn't know whether to laugh or scream. "You saved me. You're my hero and heroes don't die."
"Sometimes they do," I replied casually as I tried to pull the trigger but my fingers wouldn't obey.
Gently arms wrapped around my waist and a cheek pressed against my back.
"I won't let you kill yourself, Mr. Collin," Rachael sighed. "I think it's time you retired and settled down." I felt horror rise as part of me agreed that it wasn't a bad idea at all. "After all, they say behind every good man, there's a good woman making him that way." I started to weep as the sun's warm light began to hit my back.
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Author's Note: I wanted an anti-hero for this one. Poor Collin, he was just trying to get his money and get laid. I have to say this was one of my more fun ones to write. Collin came easily and the way he just wanted simple goals really made him human to me. Too bad he didn't just blow his own head off once he killed Miles' wife. I was going to try to go into what was used to enslave the three men and whether or not it could be used on women but then I decided, you know what, monologing doesn't happen that often, let's just go for action.