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RE: Fifty-Word Fiction Frenzy: A Community Collaboration - Round Two
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"Who are you? I watched enough movies to know that there is no good in playing games with the Devil," I said in a shaking voice, expecting not to feel that knife cutting through my skin.
"Then you know that everyone always plays that game, Danny. Will you move your arse already? It is ours stop," Arty said with a cheeky grin on his face. We stood up.
Entry One:
He was a mid-level member of the Tech-Niners— the hacker-turned-hoodlums that appeared on the streets after the dollar went digital. I should really have been afraid, as I knew of the bodies that had been mounting up thanks to these guys. For some reason though, it wasn't fear that afflicted me in that moment. All I felt was an overwhelming curiosity.
Looking back now, there are so many other choices I could have made. But terror paralyzed me for crucial moments of time. It seems ironic that it was the inaction of a coward that put me on this path, when so many things that came after took absolute fearlessness to pull off.
I was thrown into a dingy room. A blow to the head slammed me to the floor before I was pulled to my knees, Arty loomed over me, gun in hand as I cowered in abject terror. 'You see Danny, to get rich, you're gonna have to die first.' He smirked and pulled the trigger...
you put them on a train and immediately to a dinghy room??? lolsss
It's a journey!! Lol :0)
where's the train going to?? edinburgh??
this is hilarious!!
Glasgow is much nicer!
That's what they say. Didnt have time to go around when I passed-by from Eire to Edinburgh.
'Hey buddy,' I said, scanning the carriage as quick as a finger snap and forcing a smile back onto my face, 'if you know my name you know all about me. And you know I never travel without protection. My guys have you covered.'
It was a bad bluff in a bad situation but it looked like I was playing for keeps with a bum hand.
The truth is, he wasn't that much of a big deal. No bald head, or muscles looking thicker than my 7-foot bed. He looked like a normal guy and on a different day I would have made a move to save myself but not that day. Was it the question he asked? Was it the way he asked it? I couldn't figure out. One thing I could clearly figure out though were the pictures he placed on the table. Sara? Mom? "Oh no please don't hurt them" I whispered. then it all went dark.
Second Entry:
“Whoa! Cool down, Danny boy.” Arty muttered. “I have two grand for you, my friend,” he said, smiling as if he was talking about two million. “From Bombay, it’s a peace offering for taking your girl.”
“What about the piece in my ribs?” I grunted.
Arty cocked his head, “Hey! You’re the one who said you’d kill any of Bombay’s boys if they come looking for you.” He shrugged, “Look, he’s apol-o-gizing. And he insists on a face-to-face with you. Something big is about to go down, and I’m talking big money. Bombay wants you back on the team, OK? He needs your…..skills.”
Ain't asking...? I mused.
I glanced out the window towards the people on the platform, taking a deep breath to calm myself.
Ain't asking...?
I felt strangely calm, maybe I was in shock, but all I could think about was how none of us had asked to be here at this station. Life just threw us here. I could think of a million other ways to be spending my day.
The cold metallic object withdrew from my side.
"Open it" Arty said with a chuckle as he threw a package onto my lap.
Ain't asking?
I had no choice.
Entry Two:
"But.. How?" I asked, though my voice was so broken from the fear I hadn't expected him to understand me.
"You'll find out soon enough, Danny," he replied, with a devilish smile covering his face from ear to ear. "Get your arse up, boy. This is our stop."
That was the last I could remember for what seemed like forever. From the train heading to Sheffield to some massive looking, fit-for-a-king type of room in the middle of nowhere, it was clear destiny had presented me with a birthday gift way ahead of schedule. And it indeed was a gift. It was just there wrapped in shinning paper with bright colors sitting in front of me and whispering "...open up". I could not resist. I tried to but I couldn't.