A spur of dust in the wind, a leaf tumbling down the road, the blinking of a firefly. All things that people notice but ignore at the same time. Things that don't seem important but seem some of the most oddly beautiful things in the world.
A friend's trust, something supposedly priceless; but of course, in this world, everything has a price.
Double Cross
"Evert!Damn!"
As I rolled out of the car, I couldn't help but glance back at my brother, a red, sticky river of blood flowing down his face between his shocking blue eyes, over his mouth, and down his chin until it crashed to the seat between his legs.
While I bounced towards the curb, all I could think about was the horrified look stuck to his face forever, and how his eyes would stare lifeless into the abyss itself for all eternity. The realization that my brother was dead and that I would never talk to him again, play a game of pickup basketball, drink, smoke, or do anything else with him ever again almost made me wish that my head would smack solidly off the ground or maybe a telephone pole and end my life in a bright burst of stars.
No, that can't happen, I have to get revenge. I have to return the pain that was just placed in my heart, left to fester and grow into an uncontrolable rage. A red haze covering my entire feild of vision, driving me onward. Compelling me to wreak havoc upon the one that did this.
Suddenly I realized that I had no idea who was to blame for this fiasco. I had no clues to my brothers death, and no time to search the car or the roadside for one for the simple reason that I now found myself running down a dark ally with no idea where I was.
Somewhere between the glare of a streetlight and a dumpster I tripped over something and crashed to my knees. As I looked behind me to see how far I had ran I saw three figures running after me. My first instinct was to turn and fight. To pull the baretta snugled against my waist and go down in a blaze of glory, to do the honorable thing and charge into my death head on.
What am I thinking. Honorable? That's pure stupidity. I have to face them on my terms, at a place of my choosing at a time of my choosing.
So again, I found myself running. I had the perfect plan. I would find another dark ally to turn off into and hide behind something until they ran past, then I would gun them down, shooting each one in the back so they couldn't see it coming; the same way they did my brother.
Finally, after running for another ten minutes, I found a suitable ally and ducked down it, hiding behind a broken down car. A smile split my face as I heard the pounding of feet pass by my position. This was the time. I would have my revenge.
I stepped out, Baretta blazing, catching both figures sqaure in the back, sending them crashing to the ground where they danced the dance of death, spazzing until all life left their bodies.
Wait! That's not right there were three! Where's the third?!?
I turned, but it was too late. White hot pain flashed through my body as I fell. Above me stood......
No way! This can't be right! How could he?????
Those were my last thoughts as the pitch black darkness of death slowly slid over my conciousness. I had been double crossed. I.....had....f
ailed...........my...............
"Yeah punk bitch! Maybe you should have listened to me and joined the family gang. Instead you had to go and blow off your true family for these faggots. Bye.......brother. Mom will miss ya........"
July fourteenth, 2005
Chance Hensley
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