Category: Drama Publisher: Lulu.com
Type: Fiction
Pages: 145
Copyright: 2003
A tale of growing up with some fiction throw in to keep you guessing...
A flash of lightening and then the roll of thunder. I didn’t even hear the front door, but I heard Devin say, “Go!”
When you’re on the back door you don’t get the standard three counts as when you’re at the front door. You just step back together and kick forward. The quicker the better. I never understood why we didn’t just do it this way at the front too, but I wasn’t going to be the idiot who asks the horse why he threw him off.
The door exploded in and we followed, me first, Devin right behind me, one hand on my back. The second man has the bigger job of the two, he scans the area as soon as we go in and if anyone is there or coming at us he pushes with his hand and you know to go down quick. The first man who is me this time, just runs through the door and takes the first person he sees down.
The kitchen was dark, but not empty. I saw someone standing next to the table, a silhouette actually, but still a person, so I rushed him.
I lowered my shoulder and plowed into him, snapping the breath out of him and sending him toppling ass over teakettle. I lost my balance when he went over the chair so easily and almost fell with him but caught myself on the table and remained standing.
Devin slapped my shoulder, signaling that all was clear as he headed for the front room. I stalled just long enough to smash my fist into the mans face as he lay sprawled on the ground then I followed.
When I stepped into the front room all was silent and still. Devin was standing directly in front of me and I stepped around him to see Trevor and Scott standing just inside the front door, I started to ask what was up when a shotgun barrel was pushed into my stomach and a voice said, “Don’t fucking move.”
The man who held the shotgun was sitting on the floor, a bag of dope next to him with his equipment (a spoon, burned almost completely black, a nylon strap and a little blizzard lighter, pieces of cotton balls and a syringe.)
If we were in a cartoon my jaw would have hit my shoe and my tongue would have rolled out and bounced against the mans foot before coming to a stop. But as life would have it we weren’t in a cartoon.
The mans eyes looked strange, like someone had coated his eyeballs with plastic wrap. I was about to wet my pants when Trevor kicked the gun away from me and pounced on the guy like a defensive lineman going after a quarterback. Devin was quick to lend a hand but as for myself, I was still trying not to lose my bladder, so I just stood there, looking like a stone statue.
Some how, I have no idea how exactly but Trevor and Devin were able to wrestle the gun away from the man without anyone getting shot but I didn’t know this until Scott put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Come on.”
That’s when I opened my eyes. Didn’t know I had closed them, but I guess I did. Scott was heading for the bedrooms and bathrooms to check them and I followed.
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We finished checking the other rooms without finding anything of value so we went back into the living room where Trevor had the shotgun barrel jammed in the guy’s mouth.
Oh shit.
Now one of the unwritten rules is you don’t piss anyone off anymore than you have to. They know who we are and we know who they are. We rob and run, beat and bleed if we have to. Sometimes a little of both, but we never threaten lives. That shit will get you killed.
Trevor was shaking and whispering something to the guy that I couldn’t make out while Devin just looked up at us like, ‘Uh, a little help here please.’
So I being of sound mind and body turned to Trevor and said, “What are you doing dick? Lets search and surf bro.”
“This fucker was gonna kill me.” Answered Trevor in a cool Clint Eastwood style that would have won him an Oscar or Two but wasn’t cutting it here.
“Fuck that, let’s go. Your pulling shit that you can’t back bro, now let’s go.”
“I cant back huh?” He asked.
I could tell this was no time for truth or dare. So I said, “Come on bro, let it go. We need you to help search.” I glanced at Devin and Scott and they got the hint and started looking around the living room, never really taking their eyes off of the drama.
I tried to talk Trevor cool, but he was shaken pretty badly. Most of us had had guns pulled on us before including Trevor. But none of us had had them pulled on us by their dad like Trevor had. His father used to sit him on the couch and make him bite down on the barrels of guns, telling him how worthless he was and that if he pulled the trigger no one would miss him. So this was a lot more personal to him than to us.
The guy who was munching on blue steel wasn’t saying much of anything; just sitting there; sweat rolling down his forehead, looking from me to Trevor with pleading eyes. Had I not been able to feel the bruise where he had poked me with the barrel a few minutes earlier I might have felt sorry for him. But my main concern was to get Trevor calm and get the gun from him.
I tried my case again, “Bro, check it out. We need to roll. We’ve already been here too long, someone could come along and then we would have to go through the role of playing thug again.”
I tried a smile, but Trevor wasn’t looking at me anymore. His eyes were closed.
I was thinking of trying to snatch the gun from him when his eyes snapped open and the world exploded.
My first thought was that someone had dropped something in a puddle and got water on my face. Hey don’t ask. Its just what I thought before I realized I could smell gun powder and everyone was whispering.
As it would happen, Trevor pulled the trigger and the guys head pretty much exploded. The boom made my ears shrivel up and everything got knocked down a few octaves. I blinked a few times and looked down, not the best idea I have ever had.
The guy, I mean the thing that used to be a guy was slumped back against the wall, his thoughts spread out around the room. Unlike my previous thoughts of gun blasts kicking everything out one way, it had covered pretty much everything and everyone in the room.
I could hear everyone talking but couldn’t make out what it was they were saying. I tried talking but it came out all weird. Like I was talking into a garden hose.
I grabbed Trevor by the shirt and hauled him back to the kitchen, waving with my free hand to Devin and Scott to follow.
We went out the back and I went over the back fence. Turning around I saw the guys following suit so I turned and ran through a back yard and went over another fence. We played leapfrog with fences until we came to an alley and then we headed towards the canal…
Professional Reviews
by Angela Hooper
An excellent excerpt, well written and poetically descriptive, which is an elegant contrast to the scene itself. Very Good.
Suspenseful and close to home, Rain of Deception 2 will leave you in Tears. Much like Part 1, this will shocking sequel will keep you on the edge of your fingertips.
