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- >be me
- >anon
- >shoppin' inna gas station
- >have an Arizona Ice Tea
- >2 snickers bars
- >a bottled water
- >place them on the cashier's counter
- >cute girl behind it flashes me a grin
- >"A little warm tonight, right?"
- >I give a little chuckle at the small talk
- >"That's usual for Texas."
- >she shrugs her shoulders at the remark before going to scan the items
- >"I take it you're not used the the heat, right?"
- >cashier shakes her head
- >"No. I came down here from California."
- >"It gets pretty hot in California."
- >"In some spots, but I'm from Monterey."
- >I quirk an eyebrow at her
- >"Well, why move down here?"
- >she returns her own questioning look
- >"If you don't mind me asking."
- >"Well, after the whole, uh.. convergence deal, my family kinda had it rough."
- >I nod my head in understanding as she continues
- >"So, my parents had moved out here when they retired right before it. After the thing happened, they had problems out here."
- >she sighs in the middle of her explanation
- >"I got worried about them, but they insisted I didn't come down. Well, about..."
- >she turns her eyes up in thought
- >"..2 months ago I got a call saying my gramps hurt his back pretty bad. I came down here to help around the land and work part time."
- >she swipes the last item, the bottled water and looks back to me
- >"That'll be 4.37, sir."
- >I pay for the snacks and leave out the door
- >upon sitting back in my car, some old beat up late 90s Buick Riveira, I have to shake myself out a bit
- >gotta seperate work and play
- >pull out onto the dark highway from the empty parking lot of the seven eleven
- >the soft glowing light dissapates from view and I'm left only the asphalt the headlights illuminate
- >after about 45 minutes, I decide to pull over into the shoulder of the road
- >turn the head lights off
- >pop open the glove box on the passenger side and pull out the flash light I have
- >put that in my lap and reach back into the glovebox
- >pull out the .357 magnum Colt Trooper Mk. II and let it drop into my lap with the flash light
- >shut off the car and step out with my tools ready
- >step around to the trunk and pop it open
- >as soon as this happens, something in the dark cavernous maw of the trunk flinches and start making muffled screaming
- >shine a flash light onto the red, sweaty and flabby face of Jim Goodson
- >a rotund man from east Texas who currently is bound and gagged and naked
- >reach in and grab him by the scruff of his neck and yank him out
- >he hits the ground and I shine the light into his eyes, the barrel of the Colt staring him down
- >"Go on, Joe. Crawl."
- >I signal with the barrel to head away from the road and he obliges
- >once at a satisfactory distance, I command him to stop
- >I go over and undo the rag on his mouth
- >he stares at me, contempt in his eyes as he look between me and the gun
- >"Y'know why you're here, Joe?"
- >"Fuck you."
- >"That's not nice."
- >the flabby man scoffs at the comment
- >"Your here because you owe Mr. Stromboli money. Money which you have."
- >the fat man starts to shake his head at this
- >"I don't have the money, brother."
- >that's not a good answer
- >"You live in Cleveland, right Joe?"
- >I see him tense up in the harsh light, but he doesn't answer
- >"I hear you have family there."
- >"You son of a bitch! Stay aw-"
- >the deafening sound of a hammer being pulled back silences him
- >"Joe... Do you have anything your friends call you by? I'm getting tired of calling you Joe."
- >he lets out a few shaky breaths, eyes wide and unblinking towards me
- >like prey
- >"M-my friends call me Jay."
- >"Alright, Jay. I'm not gonna hurt your family. I just need to know where the money is."
- >he nods his head again, grimacing and then looks vack with pleading eyes
- >"Please... I don't have it..."
- >"That's not a good answer, Jay."
- >Mr. Goodson shakes his head even harder this time, tears welling up in his eyes before he falls forward
- >this is just embarassing
- >"Please! I don't know! I swear to God! I just want to see my family again!"
- >at this point he's sobbing
- >I myself sit in silence for a few tense moments before de-cocking the hammer
- >"I believe you."
- >he looks up in utter shock, breathing still ragged but crying stopped
- >"How many kids do you have, Joe?"
- >"N-no, plea-"
- >I cut him off before he starts blubbering again
- >"Joe, I said I wouldn't hurt your family. Now I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a liar. If you ever imply I am a liar like that again, I'll kill you."
- >he stifles his own crying down to a whimpering
- >"Now, how many kids do you have?"
- >"T-two..."
- >"Two what, Jay?"
- >"..A boy a-and a girl."
- >balanced household
- >"And your wife, Jay?"
- >"... S-she's around..."
- >"Well that's good, Jay. Sounds like you have a nice family."
- >I take time to breath in the nice warm air of a Summer night
- >"You were going out with the boys tonight, right?"
- >Joe slowly nods his head as he stares up at me from his kneeling posistion
- >"Did your wife know?"
- >he looks away in shame before slowly shaking his head no
- >"What'd you tell your wife?"
- >"Why are you asking me this?"
- >I cock the hammer back again
- >"Answer the question, Joe."
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- ...Thing Anon
- 12/06/20(Sun)23:03:42 No.47549636
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- >"I told her I was going out to help a friend with his car."
- >"You know, it's bad to lie, Jay."
- >I wave the gun at him lazily and he flinches in response
- >"Also, you need to calm down. I still have more questions."
- >go on questioning him through the night
- >things like how long he's been married, what nick names he has for his family, etc.
- >sometimes he questions my questions
- >the reminder of a .357 magnum execution usually gets him to cooperate
- >by the time we're done, I have enough of what I need to know
- >"Alright, Joe. Looks like we're done here."
- >raise the Colt's barrel toward his head and he starts freaking out
- >"PLEASE! I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN! PL-"
- >kick him in the mouth
- >"I said calm down Joe. Your family is going to see you alive and well again."
- >he looks at me, at the barrel still aimed at his face , and back to me
- >"Are... are you gonna shoot me?"
- >"Yeah."
- >he looks even more confused and even more horrified
- >"But... but you said.."
- >his voice is barely more than a whisper
- >"Yeah, I did. I'm not a liar, Jay."
- >this entire exchange, I know Joe hasn't been able to see my face
- >he's been staring at a flash light, a gun, and a shadow of a person
- >I slowly let the light tilt up to my face
- >Mr. Goodson loses all color in his
- >his mouth flaps open and closed, like a fish out of water as he sees his own face staring back at him
- >"Your family is going to see you alive and well again. I never said you'd see them."
- >Joe opens his mouth to scream, but it never comes
- >a bullet through the lard choked throat ensures that
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