Chapter Six: Chapter Sex
The Delivery Man stood bewildered while his car lay in flaming ruins. From inside the house he heard The Werewolf scream, "Fuck!" Just then, a pidgeon flew right by The Delivery Man's head and slammed into a tree and died. He noticed that the pidgeon wasn't just a regular pidgeon, but seemed to be a carrier pidgeon. He got the note off of it's leg. He opened it up and read: "I told you not to get something fancy, Father." The Delivery Man read this with a frown, "Are you fucking serious?" he said to no one in particular. At that point a semi-truck drove with a bunch of cars on it. But one of the cars rolled off and down the street. The Delivery Man ran after it and found that there were keys in the ignition and a post-it note on the steering wheel: Consider this a gift, don't fuck up. Father" The Delivery Man was very confused, why did Father blow up his nice car to replace it with a nicer, fancier car? The car he was now in was a 2008 Lamborghini Gallardo and the nicest car he'd ever seen. He flipped the car from neutral to drive and sped off into the city. He decided to get his grub on and went into the closest fast food franchise he could find. Behind the register he saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life. Her name tag read Madison. He walked up to the register and was about to order when Madison whispered to him, "Um, you're pretty cute. You wanna come back to my place after i get off work?" The Delivery Man just stood there surprised. Madison said, "Listen, just say yes or no. I just got out of a bad relationship and I just want to have some fun." "Ye....yes." "Alright then, meet me outside at seven. Now, what would you like to eat?" The Delivery Man made his order and got the tray full of food right away. On a napkin was Madison's phone number. The Delivery Man smiled the biggest smile of his life.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
11 Years: Chapter Five.
Chapter Five: The Naked Truth.
The man standing at the now open door was wearing a bathrobe, but not effectively. The bathrobe hung completely loose so that his naked hairy body was very visible. The Delivery Man coughed in surprise and then cleared his throat. "Erm, uh....delivery sir." "Ah! This must be that pie i ordered!" "Ahem, yes sir it is." "Good then." The Delivery Man remembered the instructions he'd received: Make sure he eats the whole thing. But, there was no reason to have to remember those instructions. The naked man proceeded to wolf down the pie as soon as it was put into his hands. Upon finishing the pie he looked up and growled, "You still here? What am i? A fucking show to you?" The Delivery Man just stood there. "You gonna say anything dopey?" "No." "Oh, alright then. I guess that's cool." "Why did that manager of the pie shop tell me to make sure you ate the whole pie?" "He did? What a riot that guy haha. It's cause i usually eat all except for one slice and then i go back and complain that the pie tasted bad. They always have to give me a full refund." "That's it? It's cause you eat free pie sometimes?" "Hey being The Delivery Man means you'll have easy jobs, and you'll have hard as fuck jobs." "Yeah i guess you're righ......wait a minute. What did you call me?" "The Delivery Man" said the naked man with a smile. The Delivery Man gave him a weird look. The Naked man chuckled and said, "I should probably explain. They call me The Werewolf. One, cause i'm hairy as you can clearly see, and B because i'm a bounty hunter and i 'turn people over' to Father. Oh! And cause when i kill people i kill them with my teeth! Ha, probably shouldn't forget that one, huh?" "Yeah, probably shouldn't" "Anyway, Oprah's on and there's a kid with cancer on there. Real tearjerker. Catcha Later." Then The Werewolf closed the door. As The Delivery Man turned around to start walking back to his shiny new Lincoln Navigator, it exploded.
Nathan Reynolds had spent the last eleven years obsessing about the case that had got him fired. The boy's body was never found, and there was no proof that he even died. So where the hell did he go? He had thought of every logical place that the boy could have been. He had just given up after two years and had become a security guard in a mall. Everything was crap too until the day he went to deposit his paycheck into his account at The Bank of the Commonwealth. Across the street he'd seen a man who looked exactly like Louis Machiatta. Those feelings started coming back, the ones of vengeance that he so badly wanted. This stupid kid cost him his job! Nathan deposited his check and went home. On the drive home he was smiling the biggest smile of his life. The whole time he was thinking, "I'll take his life, for ruining mine."
The man standing at the now open door was wearing a bathrobe, but not effectively. The bathrobe hung completely loose so that his naked hairy body was very visible. The Delivery Man coughed in surprise and then cleared his throat. "Erm, uh....delivery sir." "Ah! This must be that pie i ordered!" "Ahem, yes sir it is." "Good then." The Delivery Man remembered the instructions he'd received: Make sure he eats the whole thing. But, there was no reason to have to remember those instructions. The naked man proceeded to wolf down the pie as soon as it was put into his hands. Upon finishing the pie he looked up and growled, "You still here? What am i? A fucking show to you?" The Delivery Man just stood there. "You gonna say anything dopey?" "No." "Oh, alright then. I guess that's cool." "Why did that manager of the pie shop tell me to make sure you ate the whole pie?" "He did? What a riot that guy haha. It's cause i usually eat all except for one slice and then i go back and complain that the pie tasted bad. They always have to give me a full refund." "That's it? It's cause you eat free pie sometimes?" "Hey being The Delivery Man means you'll have easy jobs, and you'll have hard as fuck jobs." "Yeah i guess you're righ......wait a minute. What did you call me?" "The Delivery Man" said the naked man with a smile. The Delivery Man gave him a weird look. The Naked man chuckled and said, "I should probably explain. They call me The Werewolf. One, cause i'm hairy as you can clearly see, and B because i'm a bounty hunter and i 'turn people over' to Father. Oh! And cause when i kill people i kill them with my teeth! Ha, probably shouldn't forget that one, huh?" "Yeah, probably shouldn't" "Anyway, Oprah's on and there's a kid with cancer on there. Real tearjerker. Catcha Later." Then The Werewolf closed the door. As The Delivery Man turned around to start walking back to his shiny new Lincoln Navigator, it exploded.
Nathan Reynolds had spent the last eleven years obsessing about the case that had got him fired. The boy's body was never found, and there was no proof that he even died. So where the hell did he go? He had thought of every logical place that the boy could have been. He had just given up after two years and had become a security guard in a mall. Everything was crap too until the day he went to deposit his paycheck into his account at The Bank of the Commonwealth. Across the street he'd seen a man who looked exactly like Louis Machiatta. Those feelings started coming back, the ones of vengeance that he so badly wanted. This stupid kid cost him his job! Nathan deposited his check and went home. On the drive home he was smiling the biggest smile of his life. The whole time he was thinking, "I'll take his life, for ruining mine."
Thursday, November 13, 2008
11 Years: Chapter 4
Chapter 4: The First Delivery.
In the years that passed The Archangel taught the boy to shed everything about his former life as well as how to kill a man using just one finger. The boy learned everything and was an exceptionally quick learner. Eventually The Archangel decided to leave the boy and to go on a long trip. He told the boy to remember to train everyday and to always remember to keep a clear mind in whatever he did and stay on task. The boy hadn't seen the Archangel in a long time. The boy became a man, and a good one of that. The man was 26 now and called himself The Delivery Man. It had been 11 years since the day of his "death." He took solace in the idea that he now had a completely different identity. The Delivery Man was derived from exactly what he was. The boy who had become a man had become a delivery man of sorts. One day while reading up on the teachings of ancient martial artist he heard the sound of paper in the wind. He went out to the main training room and saw an envelope falling through the air. Where it came from he didn't know, but he ran up and caught it. He opened it and read it: "To the person that receives this letter. You have been bestowed with the honor of being the delivery man. This will also be your new alias. You were recommended to us some 11 years ago by The Archangel and we have chosen now to put you into action. Your first mission will be to go out and with the money enclosed by yourself a nice suit (Nothing fancy) and a new car (also not fancy). You are then to report to "The American Pie Shop" located on the east side of town by the giant "Bank of the Commonwealth", you can't miss it. You will receive further instructions at the pie shop, congratulations and don't get killed. Sincerely, Father." The Delivery Man looked inside the envelope and found a money clip with a good amount of Benjamin's in it. The Delivery man went and got a nice balanced knife and a pistol with a silencer. You never know what you're going up against. He then braced himself for departing into a world he hadn't seen since the night he died. The sunlight blinded him as he walked outside and he had to wait for about 34 seconds before his eyes finally adjusted. Just outside the gate of the warehouse he was a box with a note on it. He read the note: "Hey kid, the stuff in here is for the day you get activated. I know you haven't been out for a while so be safe. Signed, The Archangel" He opened up the box and found a pair of sunglasses and a gun holster with a gun in it. He examined the gun and found it to be the one that Joey had been wielding that night. He put the holster on and then put on the shades and started walking towards the closest shopping mall. He got fitted and bought an italian silk suit with a novelty tie with dollar bills on it. It was all they had. He then hailed a taxi and went to the nearest car dealership where he bought a Lincoln Navigator. Elegant yet sporty. It also had a GPS system which would help him locate the pie shop. He plugged in the name of the pie shop and it came up right away. "At the next street, make a u-turn" the GPS system said. He did exactly what it told him to. Of course, it took a while to actually get the hang of driving since this was his first time. But he did an okay job. He followed the GPS system's directions until he got to the pie shop. He parked rather horribly and went inside. There was a rather happy looking woman behind the counter. "Hiiiii!!!! How may i help you today? Would you like to try our Berry Berry Sweet Pie? Or how about the Dutch Apple?" "Um...no thanks. Uh...I'm the Delivery Man?" "What?" "I'm the uh...Delivery man." "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." The Delivery Man started to leave when a man stepped into his way. "Hi, i'm the manager of this here pie shop. I can help you find what you need" the man said. The man then led The Delivery Man to his office. "Um i need you to take this pie to someone. Make sure they eat it please. The address is written on the post it note on top of the box." The Delivery Man was then shooed out so that the manager could get back to business. The Delivery Man plugged in the address to his GPS system and followed it's directions to a nice quaint little home in the suburbs. He went up to the door with the pie and rang the doorbell. The door opened.
In the years that passed The Archangel taught the boy to shed everything about his former life as well as how to kill a man using just one finger. The boy learned everything and was an exceptionally quick learner. Eventually The Archangel decided to leave the boy and to go on a long trip. He told the boy to remember to train everyday and to always remember to keep a clear mind in whatever he did and stay on task. The boy hadn't seen the Archangel in a long time. The boy became a man, and a good one of that. The man was 26 now and called himself The Delivery Man. It had been 11 years since the day of his "death." He took solace in the idea that he now had a completely different identity. The Delivery Man was derived from exactly what he was. The boy who had become a man had become a delivery man of sorts. One day while reading up on the teachings of ancient martial artist he heard the sound of paper in the wind. He went out to the main training room and saw an envelope falling through the air. Where it came from he didn't know, but he ran up and caught it. He opened it and read it: "To the person that receives this letter. You have been bestowed with the honor of being the delivery man. This will also be your new alias. You were recommended to us some 11 years ago by The Archangel and we have chosen now to put you into action. Your first mission will be to go out and with the money enclosed by yourself a nice suit (Nothing fancy) and a new car (also not fancy). You are then to report to "The American Pie Shop" located on the east side of town by the giant "Bank of the Commonwealth", you can't miss it. You will receive further instructions at the pie shop, congratulations and don't get killed. Sincerely, Father." The Delivery Man looked inside the envelope and found a money clip with a good amount of Benjamin's in it. The Delivery man went and got a nice balanced knife and a pistol with a silencer. You never know what you're going up against. He then braced himself for departing into a world he hadn't seen since the night he died. The sunlight blinded him as he walked outside and he had to wait for about 34 seconds before his eyes finally adjusted. Just outside the gate of the warehouse he was a box with a note on it. He read the note: "Hey kid, the stuff in here is for the day you get activated. I know you haven't been out for a while so be safe. Signed, The Archangel" He opened up the box and found a pair of sunglasses and a gun holster with a gun in it. He examined the gun and found it to be the one that Joey had been wielding that night. He put the holster on and then put on the shades and started walking towards the closest shopping mall. He got fitted and bought an italian silk suit with a novelty tie with dollar bills on it. It was all they had. He then hailed a taxi and went to the nearest car dealership where he bought a Lincoln Navigator. Elegant yet sporty. It also had a GPS system which would help him locate the pie shop. He plugged in the name of the pie shop and it came up right away. "At the next street, make a u-turn" the GPS system said. He did exactly what it told him to. Of course, it took a while to actually get the hang of driving since this was his first time. But he did an okay job. He followed the GPS system's directions until he got to the pie shop. He parked rather horribly and went inside. There was a rather happy looking woman behind the counter. "Hiiiii!!!! How may i help you today? Would you like to try our Berry Berry Sweet Pie? Or how about the Dutch Apple?" "Um...no thanks. Uh...I'm the Delivery Man?" "What?" "I'm the uh...Delivery man." "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." The Delivery Man started to leave when a man stepped into his way. "Hi, i'm the manager of this here pie shop. I can help you find what you need" the man said. The man then led The Delivery Man to his office. "Um i need you to take this pie to someone. Make sure they eat it please. The address is written on the post it note on top of the box." The Delivery Man was then shooed out so that the manager could get back to business. The Delivery Man plugged in the address to his GPS system and followed it's directions to a nice quaint little home in the suburbs. He went up to the door with the pie and rang the doorbell. The door opened.
I think.
I think that my writing gets better the more i write, but i still have to get back to the "The World as I know it" level. So far that's the best thing i've written. But i will definately work on getting back to that point! Wish me luck.
kthanxbye.
kthanxbye.
11 Years Chapter 3
Chapter 3: The Archangel.
A man nicknamed The Archangel was sitting at his post on top of a building located next door to a popular strip club. He was watching for a man nicknamed Cool Devil who frequented the strip club because of his love for feeling-less human contact. But The Archangel never saw Cool Devil. Instead, he witnessed something a lot more interesting. He saw a man who looked about 40 accompanied by a boy who seemed to be in his midteens. Immediately The Archangel could detect malice in the man's demeaner. The Archangel quietly climbed down and got closer to the two. As he saw the man raise his gun at the boy, he slipped behind the man and slit his throat. The boy was crying a cry that was all to familiar to The Archangel. It was the same cry that The Archangel had cried many years ago. He took pity on the boy and decided at that moment to take the boy under his figurative wing. The Archangel strided up to the boy and hit him with the blunt edge of his knife and knocked him out. The Archangel then took him back to the place he called his home. The Archangel's nest was located in a long vacated warehouse. On the outside it looked like a old desolate place, but on the inside it was much more impressive. The place was filled with all kinds of equipment for exercising and training. To do what The Archangel did every day one needed to be training extensively. The Archangel laid the boy down on a mat on the ground and proceeded to training. After training for three hours he noticed that the boy was still asleep. He must have exerted more strength than needed. No matter, the boy would wake up....eventually. The Archangel prepared a meal for when the boy awoke and at the same time but his knife back into his shelf with his other prized knives. His collection was most impressive, he smiled just looking at all of them. He heard a noise and went out to the mat only to find the boy still asleep. He heard yet another noise and ran to the shelf next to the knife shelf and pulled out a pistol. He ran back next to the mat only to find that Cool Devil was standing next to the boy. "Ah! Archangel! It is so nice to see you again!" Cool Devil said with his rather fruity sounding french accent. "Cool Devil. I see you've found out where i live." "You made it rather easy, Archangel. So sloppy you have become! You did not even notice me follow you from the strip club. And why, i can not understand. Why did you take this boy?" "It's none of your business, what are you doing here?" "Why, i have to come to kill you of course! What in the hell else do you and i do?" "Good point. You know, I think there's a good chance we could have been friends had we not met the way we did" "Oui, i agree. I am sorry, but the time has come for me to kill you." As Cool Devil pulled out his gun, The Archangel did likewise and both jumped aside and fired where both had formally been. The Archangel shouted, "You know! You don't have to do this! You could always, you know, NOT kill me!" Cool Devil laughed and shouted back, "I am sorry, but that is not an option! You should know that better than anyone Archangel!" "I know! But it was worth a try!" At that moment, both jumped again and fired at each other. Both shots hit their targets. The Archangel's gun flew out of his hand while Cool Devil held onto his. Cool Devil laughed and aimed his gun at The Archangel. "I am sorry it has to end so quickly. I rather liked this game we played." Then, a shot echoed throughout the warehouse. The shot was followed by heavy breaths which eventually turned to silence. The Archangel looked up and saw Cool Devil laying face down, a pool of blood forming around him. Behind Cool Devil, the boy sat wide eyed but strangely confident looking. The boy was just staring at the still smoking barrel of the gun he was holding. The Archangel chuckled and said, "Looks like you're quite an asset! The slate is clean, I saved your life and you saved mine. Thank you."
A man nicknamed The Archangel was sitting at his post on top of a building located next door to a popular strip club. He was watching for a man nicknamed Cool Devil who frequented the strip club because of his love for feeling-less human contact. But The Archangel never saw Cool Devil. Instead, he witnessed something a lot more interesting. He saw a man who looked about 40 accompanied by a boy who seemed to be in his midteens. Immediately The Archangel could detect malice in the man's demeaner. The Archangel quietly climbed down and got closer to the two. As he saw the man raise his gun at the boy, he slipped behind the man and slit his throat. The boy was crying a cry that was all to familiar to The Archangel. It was the same cry that The Archangel had cried many years ago. He took pity on the boy and decided at that moment to take the boy under his figurative wing. The Archangel strided up to the boy and hit him with the blunt edge of his knife and knocked him out. The Archangel then took him back to the place he called his home. The Archangel's nest was located in a long vacated warehouse. On the outside it looked like a old desolate place, but on the inside it was much more impressive. The place was filled with all kinds of equipment for exercising and training. To do what The Archangel did every day one needed to be training extensively. The Archangel laid the boy down on a mat on the ground and proceeded to training. After training for three hours he noticed that the boy was still asleep. He must have exerted more strength than needed. No matter, the boy would wake up....eventually. The Archangel prepared a meal for when the boy awoke and at the same time but his knife back into his shelf with his other prized knives. His collection was most impressive, he smiled just looking at all of them. He heard a noise and went out to the mat only to find the boy still asleep. He heard yet another noise and ran to the shelf next to the knife shelf and pulled out a pistol. He ran back next to the mat only to find that Cool Devil was standing next to the boy. "Ah! Archangel! It is so nice to see you again!" Cool Devil said with his rather fruity sounding french accent. "Cool Devil. I see you've found out where i live." "You made it rather easy, Archangel. So sloppy you have become! You did not even notice me follow you from the strip club. And why, i can not understand. Why did you take this boy?" "It's none of your business, what are you doing here?" "Why, i have to come to kill you of course! What in the hell else do you and i do?" "Good point. You know, I think there's a good chance we could have been friends had we not met the way we did" "Oui, i agree. I am sorry, but the time has come for me to kill you." As Cool Devil pulled out his gun, The Archangel did likewise and both jumped aside and fired where both had formally been. The Archangel shouted, "You know! You don't have to do this! You could always, you know, NOT kill me!" Cool Devil laughed and shouted back, "I am sorry, but that is not an option! You should know that better than anyone Archangel!" "I know! But it was worth a try!" At that moment, both jumped again and fired at each other. Both shots hit their targets. The Archangel's gun flew out of his hand while Cool Devil held onto his. Cool Devil laughed and aimed his gun at The Archangel. "I am sorry it has to end so quickly. I rather liked this game we played." Then, a shot echoed throughout the warehouse. The shot was followed by heavy breaths which eventually turned to silence. The Archangel looked up and saw Cool Devil laying face down, a pool of blood forming around him. Behind Cool Devil, the boy sat wide eyed but strangely confident looking. The boy was just staring at the still smoking barrel of the gun he was holding. The Archangel chuckled and said, "Looks like you're quite an asset! The slate is clean, I saved your life and you saved mine. Thank you."
Monday, November 10, 2008
11 Years: Chapter 2
Chapter 2: A Day to Remember
Louis Machiatta had been an errand boy for his father. Nothing but an errand boy. He received no special treatment from the man whose loins he'd come from. But at the same time, there was no one that the man loved more than Louis. This was well known by that detective that was snooping around. What was his name? Detective Reinhold or Reynolds or something. If it wasn't for that stupid detective the man wouldn't have had to order a hit on his son. If it wasn't for the detective, maybe Louis could have taken over the family business. The man felt pain in his heart like never before. But, he couldn't afford for anyone to know his name. And the only person who knew it was Louis. Everyone else simply referred to him as "The Man." He was the one that politicians went to when they needed something done. He was the one that people went to when they needed vengeance. He was in all respects, the man. And his identity was a secret. His dealings were from the shadows and his death would come with the light. He could never afford to see that light.
He called his left hand man, a man by the name of Joey Finger, to take his son out. Joey Finger had a close relationship with Louis from the beginning. The Man, never having time for Louis had always sent Joey in his stead. It was best that Louis have a personal death and not one by some unknown disrespectful killer. No, this would be the best option. Joey took Louis to a strip club, telling him there was stuff they needed to talk about. Louis had of course been to the strip club many times despite his young age of 15. As they sat down Louis noticed that Joey had an uneasy look in his eyes. "What's wrong Joey?" Louis asked. "It's nothin Lou. Forget about it. I'm just worried about gettin my dick wet is all" "Ah." Louis chuckled, "That's good ol' Joey for ya. Always makin a big deal outta gettin his dick sucked." Joey laughed and smiled, "You're a good kid Lou. I've never had a family but you've been pretty much a son to me these fifteen years." "Ah, don't get all touchy on me Joey. You haven't even had more than three shots yet. Stop acting like a damn faggot" "Ha, hey sorry Lou. Didn't know you was such a homophobe. Anyway uh, we gotta make a quick transaction out behind the alley so let's get this over with and get us some lapdances, yeah?" "Sure thing Joey." They walked out through the backway passing all the strippers on the way out, they all loved the hell out of Louis. Hell if he was old enough they'd fuck the shit out of him. They got outside and Louis looked around. "Hey Joey, I think this guy might be a flake, I don't see anyone out here." Joey pulled out the gun that he'd taken so many lives with and pointed it at Louis. "Hey Joey what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Louis yelled. Joey looked down at the ground, his eyes blurred with tears. "I'm sorry Lou. It's that damn detective you got following you around, he's even in the damn strip club right now. You're dad can't afford to have any secrets gettin out. And you're the only loose tie. I'm sorry kid, i really am." Louis started crying, it wasn't a pussy kind of crying. It was the kind of tears that come with the knowledge that you're about to die. Joey took a deep breath and started to pull the trigger. Then, everything went black.
Louis Machiatta had been an errand boy for his father. Nothing but an errand boy. He received no special treatment from the man whose loins he'd come from. But at the same time, there was no one that the man loved more than Louis. This was well known by that detective that was snooping around. What was his name? Detective Reinhold or Reynolds or something. If it wasn't for that stupid detective the man wouldn't have had to order a hit on his son. If it wasn't for the detective, maybe Louis could have taken over the family business. The man felt pain in his heart like never before. But, he couldn't afford for anyone to know his name. And the only person who knew it was Louis. Everyone else simply referred to him as "The Man." He was the one that politicians went to when they needed something done. He was the one that people went to when they needed vengeance. He was in all respects, the man. And his identity was a secret. His dealings were from the shadows and his death would come with the light. He could never afford to see that light.
He called his left hand man, a man by the name of Joey Finger, to take his son out. Joey Finger had a close relationship with Louis from the beginning. The Man, never having time for Louis had always sent Joey in his stead. It was best that Louis have a personal death and not one by some unknown disrespectful killer. No, this would be the best option. Joey took Louis to a strip club, telling him there was stuff they needed to talk about. Louis had of course been to the strip club many times despite his young age of 15. As they sat down Louis noticed that Joey had an uneasy look in his eyes. "What's wrong Joey?" Louis asked. "It's nothin Lou. Forget about it. I'm just worried about gettin my dick wet is all" "Ah." Louis chuckled, "That's good ol' Joey for ya. Always makin a big deal outta gettin his dick sucked." Joey laughed and smiled, "You're a good kid Lou. I've never had a family but you've been pretty much a son to me these fifteen years." "Ah, don't get all touchy on me Joey. You haven't even had more than three shots yet. Stop acting like a damn faggot" "Ha, hey sorry Lou. Didn't know you was such a homophobe. Anyway uh, we gotta make a quick transaction out behind the alley so let's get this over with and get us some lapdances, yeah?" "Sure thing Joey." They walked out through the backway passing all the strippers on the way out, they all loved the hell out of Louis. Hell if he was old enough they'd fuck the shit out of him. They got outside and Louis looked around. "Hey Joey, I think this guy might be a flake, I don't see anyone out here." Joey pulled out the gun that he'd taken so many lives with and pointed it at Louis. "Hey Joey what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Louis yelled. Joey looked down at the ground, his eyes blurred with tears. "I'm sorry Lou. It's that damn detective you got following you around, he's even in the damn strip club right now. You're dad can't afford to have any secrets gettin out. And you're the only loose tie. I'm sorry kid, i really am." Louis started crying, it wasn't a pussy kind of crying. It was the kind of tears that come with the knowledge that you're about to die. Joey took a deep breath and started to pull the trigger. Then, everything went black.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
11 Years.
Chapter 1: Detective Reynolds
Nathan Reynolds let out an enraged growl. How could he disappear? Nathan had been tracking the boys every movement. The boy wouldn't even be able to pick his nose without Nathan knowing. But yet, still he managed to disappear. Reynolds let out a sigh as he looked up and saw the chief walking towards him. The chief stopped at his desk and paused before saying, "I'm sorry Nathan, but i'm going to have to ask for your badge and your gun. You have no idea how much i hate to do this. I'm sorry." Nathan looked down and then said, "I understand. How long is my probation?" "I'm afraid you don't understand Nathan, it's indefinately." It took a minute for the shock to subside in Nathan's heart. This stupid kid...ruined his entire career.
Nathan Reynolds let out an enraged growl. How could he disappear? Nathan had been tracking the boys every movement. The boy wouldn't even be able to pick his nose without Nathan knowing. But yet, still he managed to disappear. Reynolds let out a sigh as he looked up and saw the chief walking towards him. The chief stopped at his desk and paused before saying, "I'm sorry Nathan, but i'm going to have to ask for your badge and your gun. You have no idea how much i hate to do this. I'm sorry." Nathan looked down and then said, "I understand. How long is my probation?" "I'm afraid you don't understand Nathan, it's indefinately." It took a minute for the shock to subside in Nathan's heart. This stupid kid...ruined his entire career.
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