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Nowhere, Texas (standard:mystery, 1214 words) | |||
Author: Grindhouse | Added: Aug 07 2008 | Views/Reads: 3809/2286 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
This is a serial-format mystery noir told in first-person by the characters involved. There are no heroes or villains here, only regular people who vary in shades of evil. If you're offended by language, violence, and sexual content, please avoid reading. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story now you little podunk bitch? Jimmy moved abruptly, and the girl seemed to recoil in horror. My eyes were still burning from the unexpected flood from inside, but they weren't just playing tricks on me when I saw the sharp, quick flash from where Jimmy was standing. The loud crack! was unmistakable too, and as I tried to ask just what the fuck was going on I saw and heard two more gunshots come from Jimmy's general direction. There was no mistaking it this time, I took two rounds and stumbled back over the rail. I hit the water and felt cold... *** Shit! I ran to the rail and looked over, but he was gone. Nothing I could do. No way off the deck, there was swamp all around the place, and the last thing I wanted was to get stuck in that bog. I'd have to go back through the goddamned restaurant. I stepped over the pregnant bitch who was bleeding out in the doorway and into the juke joint, which was completely empty. No, there they were, hiding behind the bar. Well, at least they weren't blocking the front door or some stupid shit like that. I fired off a round into the glass mirror behind the bar, sending bottles and glass to the floor, but keeping the fear of God in those hiding there. No superheroes today, please. I ran through the front door and into the gravel parking lot, fumbling around in my pocket. My hands were numb, and I dropped the keys as I pulled them out, but got them in the right place to start the car. The 1972 Plymouth Road Runner had a hell of a reputation in her heyday, and I can personally vouch for its accuracy. That night she earned every bit of that reputation as I hit the interstate and put Texas into the past. ___ Next: Who is Jimmy Reyes, where is he going, and who is blackmailing him??? To be continued... Tweet
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