Post by WitchBoy on Mar 18, 2006 16:46:58 GMT -5
I got bored. Yay for noir.
BREAKSTEP
I don't really know the way all these things fell together like this. I don't think I'd really want to know. Understanding the circumstances that lead up to this point would likely lead me to regret every single turn that brought me to this disasterous climax. I still couldn't help but smirk in that self defeating manner. That bitter self resentment and the acknowledgement of all my faults embodied in a single crooked smile. The concrete wall I was leaning on was harsh against my back, a cold dark slab of rock in a cold dark alley in a cold dark world. A sharp intake of breath left me keeled over in agony, the scarlet stain on my breast spreading furthur down my coat. The wet sticky feeling on my back was also all too aparent, the bullet had ripped straight through my body.
I slid a little further down the wall, still hunched over as I waited for my assailants to reach the site of my final stand. My free right hand moved shakily down to my coat, pulling out a cigarette from an inner pocket and placing it in my mouth. Another venture into my coat pulled out a lighter, and after a few tries to ignite it in the damp air of Chicago air flames finally erupted from the tip and lit my last source of comfort in this world. I took a long draw, another one of those cruel smiles gracing my face as I wondered if the smoke was coming out the hole in my back. From that slight movement suddenly came a hacking cough, blood sputtering from past my lips onto the ground beneath me and my cigarette falling out of my mouth.
Sh1t. Oh well, those things were going to kill me anyway. My left hand lifted up my 9mm. Damn, this thing had never felt so heavy before. I suppose I was lucky I shot with my left hand, the sole opening of the alley was on the same side and I doubted I had the energy to shift sides to fire off my last remaining bullet when the time came. I pulled back the hammer, cocking the gun and letting my arm go limp until I would hear footstepts echoing into this little niche between two urban leviathans I had put myself in. I don't know how long I stood there, staring down at the cigarette that had landed in a puddle of blood and water at my feet, it could of been thirty seconds, it could of been thirty minutes. You never really know how the moments are ticking away when you know you have no real time left, just however long it takes the fates to snip through a rough and knotted life like mine.
Eventually I heard it though, the steady smacking of footsteps on a wet city sidewalk. Maybe three people. Maybe eight. The sounds all muddled together in my mind, but I well knew who my target would be when they reached me. And then there were four people standing at the entranceway of my own little Thermopylae. My hand had already been raised, and through my blurred vision I passed the shaky sight of my handgun over the group of them several times, my movements eventually steading onto the one in the center of them, the tallest with his flawlessly slicked back hair and that arrogant smirk. I started to pull back on the trigger. He raised his gun in a single fluid motion, and only one sound was heard reverberating through the alley. My head fell back as I fell down, my body leaving a red streak on the wall that had been my last sanctuary. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him dropping to his knees, the victim of my bullet in his chest.
I was vaguely aware of the new bullet in my side. But it was all fading away now. I'd done my job and now was my chance at peace. I'd avenged you.
(sorry about bypassing the center, but really, it's neccessary for effect and keeps the story from seeming ridiculous, the "poo" was very much out of place, breaks the whole feeling of the scene)
BREAKSTEP
I don't really know the way all these things fell together like this. I don't think I'd really want to know. Understanding the circumstances that lead up to this point would likely lead me to regret every single turn that brought me to this disasterous climax. I still couldn't help but smirk in that self defeating manner. That bitter self resentment and the acknowledgement of all my faults embodied in a single crooked smile. The concrete wall I was leaning on was harsh against my back, a cold dark slab of rock in a cold dark alley in a cold dark world. A sharp intake of breath left me keeled over in agony, the scarlet stain on my breast spreading furthur down my coat. The wet sticky feeling on my back was also all too aparent, the bullet had ripped straight through my body.
I slid a little further down the wall, still hunched over as I waited for my assailants to reach the site of my final stand. My free right hand moved shakily down to my coat, pulling out a cigarette from an inner pocket and placing it in my mouth. Another venture into my coat pulled out a lighter, and after a few tries to ignite it in the damp air of Chicago air flames finally erupted from the tip and lit my last source of comfort in this world. I took a long draw, another one of those cruel smiles gracing my face as I wondered if the smoke was coming out the hole in my back. From that slight movement suddenly came a hacking cough, blood sputtering from past my lips onto the ground beneath me and my cigarette falling out of my mouth.
Sh1t. Oh well, those things were going to kill me anyway. My left hand lifted up my 9mm. Damn, this thing had never felt so heavy before. I suppose I was lucky I shot with my left hand, the sole opening of the alley was on the same side and I doubted I had the energy to shift sides to fire off my last remaining bullet when the time came. I pulled back the hammer, cocking the gun and letting my arm go limp until I would hear footstepts echoing into this little niche between two urban leviathans I had put myself in. I don't know how long I stood there, staring down at the cigarette that had landed in a puddle of blood and water at my feet, it could of been thirty seconds, it could of been thirty minutes. You never really know how the moments are ticking away when you know you have no real time left, just however long it takes the fates to snip through a rough and knotted life like mine.
Eventually I heard it though, the steady smacking of footsteps on a wet city sidewalk. Maybe three people. Maybe eight. The sounds all muddled together in my mind, but I well knew who my target would be when they reached me. And then there were four people standing at the entranceway of my own little Thermopylae. My hand had already been raised, and through my blurred vision I passed the shaky sight of my handgun over the group of them several times, my movements eventually steading onto the one in the center of them, the tallest with his flawlessly slicked back hair and that arrogant smirk. I started to pull back on the trigger. He raised his gun in a single fluid motion, and only one sound was heard reverberating through the alley. My head fell back as I fell down, my body leaving a red streak on the wall that had been my last sanctuary. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him dropping to his knees, the victim of my bullet in his chest.
I was vaguely aware of the new bullet in my side. But it was all fading away now. I'd done my job and now was my chance at peace. I'd avenged you.
(sorry about bypassing the center, but really, it's neccessary for effect and keeps the story from seeming ridiculous, the "poo" was very much out of place, breaks the whole feeling of the scene)