Round 11 – Fourth Fiction

Remember what I said on Round 10?  Well, same thing here, everybody:  I really wish to perform a full revision before posting, but since I’m so late and will have no time as soon as I can see, I decided to post it anyway.  Hopefully, there will not be (lots of) huge stupid grammar/misspelling mistakes…  :S

 

Round 11 challenge: Put your main character in danger in a new and hostile environment. There should be a struggle for survival through which new aspects of his or her personality are revealed.

1500 words.

 

Payback  really is a bitch, isn’t it?
This was the first thought that crossed WG’s mind when he finally wake up.  He was tied up, on the same bed he’d put Darla a while ago.
Darla…
He remembered her, falling on her arms, apparently lifeless.
Darla can’t be dead.  It can’t be possible.
“She was alive when I passed out” he talked do himself  “I know that bullet didn’t kill her.  I know!”
“Yes, it did.  I’ve checked. Didn’t want to commit the same stupid mistake she committed, leaving me alive on the floor…”
That creeps the hell out of WG. The goose bumps were worse than ever.  He managed to turn and saw the former dead man, staring at him, sitting on the exactly same chair he’d sit before, also smoking.
“Thanks for the cigarette, pal. Personally, I prefer Camel, but whatdahell… It’s better than nothing, right?”
The man had an accent that WG couldn’t identify. It was a little cockney, but also might be southern…  And what the blood hell difference would that make?
“Where is…” his voice sounds weak and he cleaned his throat before continue “where is Darla?”
“You mean the little whore? The fucking son of a bitch that put me in jail for six years? I already told you, bro…  She’s dead.  She’s fuckin’ lying on the floor, soaked in blood, right beside the stupid yellow cat. That’s where she is.”
WG’s heart broke as he heard this. It couldn’t be possible, he keeps repeating in his head. She was invincible, the strongest person he’d ever met.  People like her don’t die like this.
The pain in his soul was so deep that he almost didn’t feel the physical pain, from the wound he had, right above the left hip.
“Don’t cry, big boy. She deserved.”
“You don’t call me big boy, OK? You don’t call me anything!  You’re the one who deserved to die, you piece of shit!”
“Whooa! The big guy’s brave! She got you right by the balls, didn’t she?”
“Stop talking about her! You have no right to even talk about her!”
“Calm down, hero! I’m not the one who is tied and wounded here…  Well, I’m wounded, but it’s not even hurting anymore, I’ve been hurt before, this is nothing… She had no sight.”
WG had never felt this way before. Angry and pain are giving him a new sense of courage.  He wasn’t afraid anymore, not at all.
He now understands Darla, her desire for revenge.
He fells different; bigger, stronger, fearless.  He senses that he could beat this guy, if he wasn’t tied. In fact, if all he could do was yell with Darla’s killer, he would do that till the end. Nothing matters anymore.
“You wanna know why I did not kill you too, right?”
He does, but would never agree with him, ever.
“Not at all! I don’t give a fuck damn about that. You wanna kill me?  Do it! I couldn’t care less.”
“Right, man. Tell you what; I’m going to say it anyway. I didn’t kill you, ’cause I want you to know who she was. Your sex buddy over there.
She was a fucking hooker. And don’t pretend you’re not listening to me, man.
I’m no killer. I sell guns, that’s my business. Seldom, I might use them, but not for killing.
But when a fucking teenager  comes to your door, almost in tears, yelling that a friend is being raped, and you’ve fire in your hands, you don’t think, man. You act. You go and shoot the fucking rapist, that’s what you supposed to do.
That’s what we did.
And then, you imagine you’ll be some kind of hero. Instead, fucking sirens, cops, handcuffs, trial, six years in prison!!
And the motherfucker girl saying it was a joke.”
The man was close to him, speaking right in front of WG’s face.
His breath was horrible, and he spites while screaming; but WG never drop or close his eyes. He wishes to look direct to them, to the eyes of Darla’s killer. His first love’s killer.
“I don’t care a fuck! You didn’t need to shoot even if it was a rapist. You’re no fucking cop!”
The man pressed the cigarette butt against WG’s arm.  The pain goes directly to his brain, but he managed not to show it.  Instead, he said in a low voice:
“Very brave of you, burning a tied man…”
“Man? You’re no man, kiddo.  I’m a man.  Six years behind bars, and then you’re a man, okay?
But there’s one more reason I didn’t kill you yet.  I want to know how the hell did she get the gun.”
WG starts remembering the day they finally met.  About how she asked him to drive to a ‘friend’s house.  And how she had broken into the house, running with a package, while the alarm screams, saying him to go as fast as he can.
He never knew whose house was that.  She didn’t tell him.
But he would never talk to this guy.
Instead, he was trying to free himself, by loosing the ropes around his wrists.  Something he would never tried before, because he wasn’t that much brave. Not until his girl died, and his own life was in serious danger.
Looking direct to the man’s eyes, he asked:
“I’m wondering another thing…  Who was the other guy?  The guy we killed, you know…  Maybe he’s you lover?”
He said the last word with a conspicuous smile, betting that the guy will become furious enough to kill him, and end this charade, or, perhaps, untie him to a fight.
“He was my brother.” He said, in a very low voice, almost whispering. WG could see the anger in his eyes. He loved it. One point for me, he thought.
“Really?  You know what?  Darla’s sight wasn’t that bad, after all. At least a part of the family is gone, right?”
It worked.  The man’s face turned purple. It looks like he was one inch from a stroke.
He started to untie WG, while screaming:
“You’ll see, motherfucker!  It’s my brother you’re talking about, my little brother!!!  I’m going to scratch you against her body, I’m going to make you look to her while I step and jump on her dead crap chest!  I’m going to kick her, right in front of you, and then…  Then I’ll kill you!”
Almost free, WG wasn’t able to stop. The new brave WG wishes to talk, to hurt this guy:
“I thought you were no killer…”
“And I thought you were just a stupid in-love teenager; I thought she’d made a full of you, as she did on me, but now I see.  You’re like her, you’re as bad as she was.”
So angry, the man didn’t realize that WG was already free, and continued to untie the ropes.
WG’s didn’t waste the opportunity; holding the rope, he quickly turn his arm around, and catch the man by the neck, with the rope. The surprise made the guy’s movements not fast enough to react.
WG hold the rope on his neck, and start to pull it.
“Who’s the kiddo now, big guy?”
The man couldn’t talk. He was fighting for air.
Then, the door was opened, and they both looked at the same time, WG loosing the rope a little with the surprise.
In a tough voice he almost didn’t recognize as his own, WG yelled, still holding the guy by the neck:
“Who’s there?”

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