Sheen in the Dark
Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 6:15 pm
I had no clue what to call it, but here it is, this is the intro, and will not be like most of the story. The protagonist is named George Johnson Jr. And the main antagonist will be Boss, which you learn a lot about later on. This is just the prologue basically, it's very short for a reason, and vague for a reason as well.
I will probably write more tonight and then a little more tomorrow night.
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The car quickly slowed to a stop, and a man from the other car came over. "Get your head down back there, son, " my father quietly shouted at me from the front seat. I thought it was a cop at first as dad had been in trouble with cops before, but it didn't look anything like a cop car, or an officer. After he had gotten to my dad's door he had him roll his window down to talk.
"Come on George, no greetings for an old pal?" The man said with a chuckle.
"You know I'm out now, so why are you here, I have nothing to do for you anymore!" My father stated adamantly.
"Well, Boss doesn't agree, he says one more job for him, just one, and then he'll never bother you again with anything. He promises."
"Yeah, that's what he said last time, look where you are now."
"Well, this is different, this one is your fault, you didn't clean up shop before coming and telling us, so you have to fix what you screwed up."
"Please, my son is with me, I don't want him to get pulled into all of this. Please, just let me go and come get me before I go to work, you know where I work, I know you keep tabs on me."
"He wants it done by tomorrow, so it's now or never."
"Ok, fine" He looked in his rear-view mirror in my direction. "Son come up here, and close your ears, I want to tell my friend here a secret." I came up from behind the seat and lightly covered my ears, allowing enough space for mew to hear what he was saying.
"Last time you 'helped out' you left some loose ends, well, one in particular, and Boss says you clean it up and we'll let you continue your life with your wife and kids, if you fail though "
"I know, you'll have to clean your loose ends up. So what loose end needs to be tidied up?"
"Mr. Guido, the Italian chef, he got out before the deed went down, and apparently he saw you and recognized you, now if you clean that up then you'll no longer have to deal with "
"No! I'm out of that, no more killing, all it does is makes a bigger mess. I'm not going to do it, and you can't possibly motivate me to get back into it."
"Ok, well, looks like you give me no choice." He pulled a revolver out of it's holster, put it near my dad's face, and pulled the trigger, the sound tearing through my ears, the man looked at me, and rotated his gun towards me. Some people would say that I was lucky, and I guess in some way, some demented, and forced way, I was lucky, because this man had enough of a heart to let the little boy in back live. But to me, I was very unlucky. I wish the man had taken away all the pain, the agony, the torture of the years.
Then the justice system came into it. I'm not sure what the justice system is even for anymore. It doesn't protect us, it doesn't bring justice, all it does is gives people something to exemplify good when they can't find a god.
I look at myself now and see just how sad my life was, between depression and constant anxiety my life sucked back then, and nothing really could change that. I always acted happy when people wanted me to be happy, and when I was supposed to be sad, I was. I've also learned that people can't get close to me, they can for a while, but then my past comes in, and my anger releases. I've learned that getting close to someone is just another way to say your gonna get hurt.
Today changed a lot, both in what I believe and what I can do. It gave me meaning; I know what to do, how to do it, and why I'm doing it.
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Comments, questions?
I will probably write more tonight and then a little more tomorrow night.
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The car quickly slowed to a stop, and a man from the other car came over. "Get your head down back there, son, " my father quietly shouted at me from the front seat. I thought it was a cop at first as dad had been in trouble with cops before, but it didn't look anything like a cop car, or an officer. After he had gotten to my dad's door he had him roll his window down to talk.
"Come on George, no greetings for an old pal?" The man said with a chuckle.
"You know I'm out now, so why are you here, I have nothing to do for you anymore!" My father stated adamantly.
"Well, Boss doesn't agree, he says one more job for him, just one, and then he'll never bother you again with anything. He promises."
"Yeah, that's what he said last time, look where you are now."
"Well, this is different, this one is your fault, you didn't clean up shop before coming and telling us, so you have to fix what you screwed up."
"Please, my son is with me, I don't want him to get pulled into all of this. Please, just let me go and come get me before I go to work, you know where I work, I know you keep tabs on me."
"He wants it done by tomorrow, so it's now or never."
"Ok, fine" He looked in his rear-view mirror in my direction. "Son come up here, and close your ears, I want to tell my friend here a secret." I came up from behind the seat and lightly covered my ears, allowing enough space for mew to hear what he was saying.
"Last time you 'helped out' you left some loose ends, well, one in particular, and Boss says you clean it up and we'll let you continue your life with your wife and kids, if you fail though "
"I know, you'll have to clean your loose ends up. So what loose end needs to be tidied up?"
"Mr. Guido, the Italian chef, he got out before the deed went down, and apparently he saw you and recognized you, now if you clean that up then you'll no longer have to deal with "
"No! I'm out of that, no more killing, all it does is makes a bigger mess. I'm not going to do it, and you can't possibly motivate me to get back into it."
"Ok, well, looks like you give me no choice." He pulled a revolver out of it's holster, put it near my dad's face, and pulled the trigger, the sound tearing through my ears, the man looked at me, and rotated his gun towards me. Some people would say that I was lucky, and I guess in some way, some demented, and forced way, I was lucky, because this man had enough of a heart to let the little boy in back live. But to me, I was very unlucky. I wish the man had taken away all the pain, the agony, the torture of the years.
Then the justice system came into it. I'm not sure what the justice system is even for anymore. It doesn't protect us, it doesn't bring justice, all it does is gives people something to exemplify good when they can't find a god.
I look at myself now and see just how sad my life was, between depression and constant anxiety my life sucked back then, and nothing really could change that. I always acted happy when people wanted me to be happy, and when I was supposed to be sad, I was. I've also learned that people can't get close to me, they can for a while, but then my past comes in, and my anger releases. I've learned that getting close to someone is just another way to say your gonna get hurt.
Today changed a lot, both in what I believe and what I can do. It gave me meaning; I know what to do, how to do it, and why I'm doing it.
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Comments, questions?