ZBooty
We built his fortress in the forest right on the outside of town. Someplace where he could go to get away. To take his little girly friends to. A place that was his. Many would come, none would leave. Yeah, he had it all back in those days... How many of you could say that you were cool enough to have a sex fortress?
B y all acts accountable I suppose that I could have helped them to find the guy that they were looking for if they had asked for my help. Why didn't I go to them? You might ask. Why wouldn't I offer up the information that I know? Well, the answer is simple: When you extend your neck for somebody, that's how you get your throat slit.
I didn't mean to allow them to exclude me from the event, but, in hindsight... Phew! My god... There's no chance that I would have been able to survive that fight. She got positively clobbered! I really do need a new career.
The shot looked like it was accurate enough. It hit him dead center. Hell, I could see the wall behind him. It was covered with pieces OF him! So, why did he continue standing? Why was he still staring at me with those eyes that burned with the hatred of the last thousand years?
Fix it. Fix it. Fix it. Fix it!
"Come on down to Auggie's Augment Emporium! We've got everything that you could possibly need from noses to boobs, butts, lips and eyes oh my! Got crow's feet? There's an app for that at Auggie's!"
Shredding the documents he turned to look at his partner in crime. Poor kid. Sweat was rolling down the sides of his face in bullets and he may have even been sobbing a little bit. That or the sniveling was from a cold.
"Hang in there kid," I laid an arm on his shoulder, "we're rich as Hell!"
I stared into the maw of the cavern and tightened my hood around my head against the breeze that wafted out. It was cold. This is the ice cave. This is where we would be camping for the next week. This is where we were going to catch him.
I could've figured that it would turn out this way. Here I am, blood on my loafers and my prints all over the gun. I know what you're thinking:
"He killed this guy. Yeah, him, the one with the gun and the crazy eyes."
Well, I didn't I promise. I didn't.
Rocket of Love. That's what she used to call me. Back when we were "goin' steady". That was before him. Before the other "her" I suppose.
She has a child now. A child and a mortgage. Everyone finds their happiness somewhere. That's what "they" say.
"I'm fed up with this garbage!" He screamed at the dull grey sky.
His cans had been tipped once more by the rabid neighborhood children. He trudged back through the trash to his front door and in to his closet with the gun safe.
"No more, man." He said as he cocked the shotgun. "No more."
Donald Trump bellowed from Fox News as the door slammed shut behind him.
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