It’s me again.
Don’t spill your drinks, It’s only a flying visit.
Not the usual article from myself, however.
Here’s what’s up.
I’m confused at what to do with The Kidnapping…
For my newer readers, no I am not plotting a kidnapping, nor do I intend to be kidnapped in the foreseeable future (Or ever, for that matter)… Continue reading
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Don’t play games, kid. It won’t work with us
A few hours had passed since Piedro had left…The sun had risen and the heat was increasing rapidly. Jason was still hunched up, sitting against the very same wall that Piedro had slammed him against. His eyes were swollen with the lack of sleep and anxiety, yet he forced himself to be awake, almost to slow down the time. By this time, Drew and Arthur were taking it in turns to sleep on the bunks, and it was Arthur’s turn to sleep and Drew’s turn to keep guard of the hostage.
“Piedro, glad you could join us” said Drew confidently. The falsely tanned Mexican man tilted his head to one side, pulling out his very own hand pistol while stroking it sensually. It was almost as if he loved it more than anything else in the world, like he had known it all his life. The pistol had etchings on the side, which read “Kindness”. He brushed passed both men without a word spoken walking with authority as if he owned the two of them, advancing towards the bunk where he knelt down making a half-smile. “Got him. We finally got him.” chuckled Piedro, wiping away the excess perspiration around his thin mustache, breathing heavily in anger.
Drew swung the blunt end of his firearm at Jason’s already-bruised skull. The sheer impact of the hit, knocked Jason unconscious instantaneously as his barely breathing corpse flopped to the ground. “The Fuck, man?! He wanted him alive. You’re a dead man, Drew!” panicked Arthur, walking over to the half dead body with his hands on his rapidly reddening, usually pale face. Without a word spoken, and no change in expression, Drew picked up the body gently and flung it over his left shoulder effortlessly, almost as if it was a sack of potatoes. He quietly walked over towards the property, with Jason hunched over him, and flicked what was left of the cigar onto the firm, dry, yellowing grass, without acknowledging anything Arthur had just said to him.
The battered and bruised, gun-metal, Chevrolet Malibu came to a sudden halt. It was half past 2 in the morning and the only sound present was the hoarse grunting of the half-working engine, which seemed to be one of a different car. It pulled up just outside the only house in the area, which was a derelict valley, full of tall trees, that seemed to have been neglected for decades on end. The property was so poorly maintained that it was literally a wooden frame, with a set of metal bunks, and a couple o’ mattresses leaning against the wall in the only room. That was it, that was the ‘house’. In the middle of nowhere.