CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't know what's louder.
The shattering glass of the skylight as I plunge my body through it or the manic, gleeful laughter as I soar through the air, ready to find my fists a home.
It doesn't take long.
They come at me in a crazed spree. No planning or organization - just dread. None of them signed on for this kind of shit and now when they have to face it, all they can do is become what they've always been - spineless shits-with-a-pulse who crumble and cry once a newer, bigger, meaner kid moves in on the block.
And that's what I am tonight.
I'm new.
I'm big.
I'm mean.
And on top of that, I don't shy away from cheap shots.
I can't believe it but the first guy comes at me and he's actually smiling. He truly thinks he'll see tomorrow as anything but a hazy sliver of the near-death experience he's about to be catered to in T-Minus 3... 2... 1 .......
POW!!!!!
Hope you like eating through a straw, numbnuts.
Ok so it's going better than I expected. Their cries of excrutiating pain and the symphony of breaking bones are definitely adding a cocky edge to the proceedings but it all comes to a grinding halt when I feel it.
Or should I say don't feel it. Because I don't. But it happens nonetheless.
One of these vermin is actually able to pull a blade on me as I introduce his friend to the wonderful world of unconsciousness. And even though I don't feel it when it happens, it's still causing me a hell of a lot of trouble since.........
I'm now bleeding to death.
The adrenaline and anger flowing through my body is enough to keep me standing and drop the last few but I think you can understand the fact that I want to do a lot more.
So I find the nearest thing to me that might be remotely flammable and I reach into my pocket , pull out my lighter and it's barbeque central.
What's the main course tonight?
Gun-running scum who give people the means to kill each other and then cash their cheques and smile.
The blood loss starts to get to me and I stumble to the ground.
I'm able to drag myself outside.
I find some shadows to hide myself in and watch the cops/clean-up crew take care of the wreckage.
What can I say about tonight?
Mission accomplished. More or less.
Things got a little messy and I've got a lot to learn but, hey, it's my first time.
There's nowhere to go but up.
I'm just lucky my sister's a doctor..............and she knows how to keep a secret.
Next time: Costume Design
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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