Okay, so I found this old unfinished story on my computer earlier today that I wrote a while back and found it pretty amusing and thought you guys might to. I have no intentions of finishing it right now but if you guys like it enough I might pick it back up at some point..
..Enjoy, I guess?
sand
by sean kelly
Chapter One
Darkness.
The world fades in.
I am staring at myself in the mirror.
I wear a nice suit which slumps over my wirey body.
My eyes are bloodshot from last nights party. The room shakes.
I am shaving. Staring myself in the eye. Readying myself for another job well done.
The doubt always sets in when its time for another job.
I rinse my face. Done.
Everything adjusts. The shaking slows and stops.
I breathe in and out. Heart slows.
I exit the bathroom into the bedroom. I grab my cell phone and laser pistol and shove them in my pocket.
The television is advertising a new soda that allows you to stay up for weeks.
The lights are flickering. A cockroach scurries across the floor.
A pinch of light gleams into my dark room through the two inch wide window on the wall.
I pear through the tiny window out at the city.
Smog. Shades of grey.
neon lights glowing everywhere. giant billboard adds for drugs and robots.
a light morning rain sprinkles down. attempting to wash the filth from the city.
All the drain pipes are clogged with trash and dead rodents causing floods during rain.
Cars speed in all directions. People running around trying to get to work on time.
I notice a large glowing blue sign blinking "Messiah".
Thats the dance club where DJ Antonio Apocalypse frequents.
Antonio has gained a lot of fame lately. He is officially the biggest celebrity in Perfect City.
A lot of other celebrities don't like that.
Jealousy is such a dangerous emotion.
My phone vibrates.
"Yeah?"
"Hey man. You ready for tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I'll meet you there."
"Sounds good."
A silence.
"By the way," He starts.
"I was thinking about this other idea that I wanted to run by you tonight. Its
involving the C-O-W-B-O-Y." He spells it out as if to hide what he's talking about.
"Oh Charlie," I plead. "Not this again."
"Nah man, I gotta good plan this time." He assures. "Its solid."
"Charlie, come on. We got the politician job tomorrow, thats paying big. We dont need to worry about Scratch right now."
Charlie sighs and agrees.
"See ya tonight, Charlie."
"Later, Robby."
I toss a pill into my mouth.
The room begins to shake again.
I fall back onto the couch behind me.
"Fun Fact: Did you know spiders are also called ARACHNIDS?" I squeel.
I cant move. Drool drains out of my mouth, down the couch.
Silence.
"Yes, I was aware of that, Robby." A voice states from behind me.
chapter two
club
two masked djs blasting hip hop through massive subs. room shakes intensely. heart pounds in my chest.
figures on all sides, shaking and moving. one offers me glass of blue liquid. i thank her and quickly splash the drink down my throat.
slam the glass down upon the circular figure below me. sparkles scatter through the air.
i notice my buddy charlie across the dance floor, several chicks grinding up and down him. he sees me and comes over.
"Yo' Robby! Whats up, man?" he fires out his mouth cannon across the room.
i wait for him to get within talking distance to reply.
"Hey Charlie, its been too long!" I chuckle and reach out for a hug.
he pops me in the shoulder and whispers, "Not in here, man. People gonna think we's queers or somethin'.".
i laugh. "i dont think anyones gonna mistake you for queer, Charlie." I lower to a whisper. "You had like three or four chicks on you out there, bro."
"What can I say?" He brags. "The women love me!"
the music lowers for the djs to speak. i cant understand a word they are saying through their vibrating vocoders.
everyone chears and the lights dim. time for the final act of the night.
"Okay, everyone give it up for Antonio Apocalypse!" the club owner bellows into his mic.
antonio, with his sideways cap and loose tie, covered in glowsticks, steps out to his turntables and mixers.
he eyes the crowd as if to say "You guys think your ready for this?".
the crowd screams and claps.
his eyes fall to his equipment. the room explodes in sound.
everyone is stunned for a moment by the boom before breaking into dance.
strobes flash everywhere making the club even harder see.
"Okay, time to get the real show started?" I prod at Charlie.
he sighs and shoos the women surrounding him away.
"So how we doin' this?" He asks me, examining all the corners of the stage.
"I'm not sure yet." I reply. "I was thinking maybe we can make our way to that girder over there and-"
Charlie pulls out pistol and aims toward the stage."No! No! No! No! No! " I beg as i leap forward and grab it from him.
"Charlie, are you crazy?" I break into a lecture about being careful.
Just as I am finishing my lecture, Charlie who I knew didn't hear a word I
just said pulls a blade out of his coat pocket and slings it at Antonio.
i gasp. my eyes widen.
the knife misses the dj by a hair and sticks into the
poster covered wall behind him.
i sigh in relief. "Dude, everyone will see it was us!" i grit my teeth.
"You're lucky everyone in here is so fucking drugged or we'd already be in trouble!"
he acts as if he didnt hear me and turns toward the door. "we should get going now, Robby." he smirks.
"What? But what about-" I start.
the knife on stage begins beeping loudly, faster and faster.
the stage explodes and scatters in all directions, fire engulfs the club.
Antonio Apocalypse splatters across the front row fans.
several dancing coke heads burst into flame and hardly seem to notice.
bouncers frantically running around the room searching for the cause of the explosion.
"C'mon, Robby, my man. Its getting late, we should get going." Charlie calls.
we exit the clubs through the insanity.
city street
"Alright alright, Charlie!" I yell at him. "We did it your way this time, happy?"
He chuckles. "Why yes- yes I am, thank you very much."
one of Charlies bitches from inside comes sprinting out screaming, her head on fire.
she drops to the cement next to charlie's feet.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry. Ya' just too hot for me." He jokes then raises an eyebrow at me when I don't laugh.
"Okay, I need to get home, man. Where are we getting the money from?" I ask.
"Boss said it would be right behind the dumpster in that alley right over there." He explains pointing to an alleyway.
We step over the charred girl and start toward the alley.
An overjoyed voice suddenly echos from the alley. "I'm rich! I'm rich!" It squeels in a crackeling smokers cough.
a skinny homeless man in rags jets from the darkness holding a black suitcase over his head, skipping along.
"Ah hell!" Charlie whips his cigarette on the ground. "Lets get him!" He exclaims, breaking into a run.
i take a breath and start running behind him.
the man turns a corner still calling out to everyone "I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich!".
charlie and i skid around the corner just as the homeless man steps onto a bus. it speeds away.
"Shit, man! Where'd you park the car?" I ask, my eyes speeding around the road searching for the vehicle.
He turns and runs back toward the other way. "Its parked behind Slasher Burger! Come on, hurry up!"
I glance at the speeding bus which is now a dot in the horizon.
bust window. "lets just take this one, Charlie!" I call to him.
full speed down the street. everything bursting by in colorful blurry meshes.
"theres that fucking bus." Charlie says taking an angry hit from his pipe, "Time to fuck shit up."
He whips out his grey gun. The pocket rocket. "Oh no, Charlie not that-" I start. He throws it arm out the window.
A white blast explodes from his weapon, nearly ripping charlie's arm off with recoil. charlie grits his teeth
and brings the gun speeding backwards to a halt.
a short whoop sound, like swishing your hand through water followed by massive blam as the bus explodes in spikey burst
of yellows and reds. pieces flying in directions, red slathered limbs rain from the sky painting the concrete crimson.
"smash the fucking hobo." commands charlie, glaring forward.
i snatch the pipe from my buddy and pop it in my mouth. breathe in deep. burn in my chest. hold it.
breathe out, smoke fills the air. stiffness, vibrations.
pedal to metal. everything black streaks slicing my shaking eyes. car shakes. engine roars and snarls.
rain drops jet in through busted window, they pierce my skin. blue splatter.
smoke clears. outside smoke clears. homeless man on sidewalk, one leg attached. still gripping suitcase.
slam. homeless man paints windshield. droplets speed in through broken window. red splatter.
suitcase smashes in through windshield slathered in hobo juice, lands in backseat with a splat.
charlie grins, still staring forward, "I'm rich. I'm rich. I'm rich." He jokes in a smokers cough.
skid around corner. pigs on motorbikes. shorty shorts. laser guns frantically firing.
turn another corner. helicopter in sky. machine guns attached to both sides, exploding bullets.
slam on breaks. turn and speed down an alley. a table of poker players break apart across our bumper. cards scatter.
turn through house wall, speed through kitchen, living room, baby crib, through front door onto highway.
cops on all sides. "Yo drop ya weapon guys! Get out dat stolen car, man!" A cop bargains in a new yorker accent through a mega phone.
"Time to test out the new machinery, eh?" I ask Charlie. "Looks like it, my man." He replies.
"Just get out so we can arrest ya, guys!" The cop laughs.
I slam my thumb upon a little orange button on my stickshift. headlights click on.
"Hahahaha! You gonna blind us to death, eh?" Giggles the cop through static.
lights brighten.
Cop coughs. "Woah, well thats uhh- thats pretty hot." He gasps.
lights brighten.
He screams. "Okay what the fuck is this sh-"- Cops cars burst into flame. reverse car back through front door, baby crib, living room, kitchen, house wall. helicopter pops over house.
i slam on breaks.
copter stops.
silence.
"Uhh yeah, you're pretty much fucked now, fellas." The helicopter pilot calls. Bam. Missles spray from the wings of the copter. hundreds of them.
explosions everywhere. blasts of light. miracously, every missile misses us.
silence.
We speed off back through the house, finally hitting enough structure points for the house to collapse behind us as we jet down the suburban street.
helicopter is catching up. need to think of something. fast.
Charlie taps my shoulder and points at the door lock. I nod.
a gigantic purple spiked missle comes flying at our trunk. "Oh nelly, we'th fucked!" Calls our car in a lisp.
We bail. Straight out of each door. Rolling onto the yard of a nice little blue house. charlie lands on a mailbox.
the car bursts apart in a fiery mess. charlie and i leap into a bush before the copter gets a chance to spot us.
the suitcase lands next to the bush. i quickly reach out and grab it.
the copter scans the area for a moment before speeding off down the street.
we stand up and brush ourselves off. i open the suitcase and hand charlie his cut. we stand awkwardly.
"Well" Charlie chuckles. "This is me." He points at the blue house.
I laugh. "Okay then, man. Catch ya later." I turn and go my way.
A greasey bald man runs up and wraps his arm around me.
"Whats up, one-hand?" He asks in a high pitch voice. He blinks too often.
"One-hand? Whats that supposed mean?" I inquire, confused.
"Oh nevermind, cracker pal. You know I'm crazy." He giggles and prances off.
One time I swallowed a penny.
Chapter Three
Scratch wears his ten gallon hat and boots. His trenchcoat and bandana cover his face. No one knows what he looks like.
He is the best assassin in the city. Charlie and I's biggest threat.
I got see him off someone once during Assassin Training. It was incredible.
But he's gone rouge since then. No morals.
He'll kill anyone and everyone for anyone and everyone.
They call him the cowboy.
His motorcycle is designed to look like a stallion with glowing red eyes. it shits flame to propel itself forward.
Scratch carries an autorevolver. it looks like a big silver revolver from the old westerns, but spits out thousands of exploding rounds a second.
The weapon's design is yet to be duplicated. His revolver has created quite the challenging foe in him.
Scratch has been stealing a lot of our targets from us. as a result we are quite broke lately.
Charlie suggests we take out Scratch ourselves.
I tell him he's crazy.
But its begining to seem that this might be our only option.
Charlie is stomping around, pissing and moaning about how Scratch just stole our last target.
We were supposed to kill a politician. Charlie had his reticule on the old wrinkley guy's forehead when his head suddenly exploded.
"Woah dude I didnt even hear your gun fire!" I say, surprised.
"I didnt fucking fire. Its that Scratch fucker again, god damn it.
"Thats it." He inhales. "We kill that fucker tonight,."
"Tonight?"
"Tonight."
"But dude, this is Scratch were talking about we need to-"
"Tonight."
Fast forward. Gas station in middle of nowhere. Desert for miles. Sand blows through the air.
We are staked out on a hill. Scratch is in the gas station buying booze.
"I say we just shoot the fucking gas tank, man. Get this shit over with." Charlie comments peering through his sniper scope.
"Well do it how ya want, Charlie. You never fucking listen to me anyway."
Charlie lowers his sniper. "Oh dont start this shit again, Robby."
He rolls his eyes.
"Fine. Fine. How do YOU want to kill him?"
"Forget it-"
"No! No! We'll do this YOUR way. How do you want to take out Scratch?" He comments.
I pause and think for a moment.
"Well I personally think that we should-"
Two giant gloved hands come down and grab Charlie and I by our necks.
Its Scratch.
He brings our faces to his gleaming sunglasses.
"Whachoo' boys doin' out here in big man's town for, eh?" He rumbles in a low tone.
Charlie gulps. "Well you see-"
Scratch drops me and slams his fist in to Charlie's face, splattering it across his brass knuckles.
He releases his grip. Charlie slumps to the ground like a ragdoll, teeth scatter.
I whip out my laser pistol and aim it for Scratch's head. Right as I am about to pull the trigger, my hand explodes.
fingers and bones fly through a red mist.
Through the mist I see Scratch's Revolver, smoke exiting its barrel.
Charlie gurgles. Scratch quickly stomps charlie's head into a chunky red stew.
"Charlie! No!" I cry. Blood spurting from my arm stub.
A bullet exits the revolver and speeds toward me. I dont have time to move.
Darkness.
Chapter Four
Desert speeds by.
City in the horizon.
Sand bounces off my sunglass lenses. I breathe heavily behind my bandana.
My stallion roars below me.
My trigger finger is twitching. It craves death.
My revolver rests in my coat.
Just a few more miles.
Sundown.
There she is.
Viper.
I guess she fucked over the wrong rich old white guy
this time because he paid me a pretty penny to paint
the town red with her head.
She steps out of her sparkly red sports car and greets her new man.
A trembling wrinkled sack in a wheel chair.
I point my reticule on the back of her head just as she lays
a big wet kiss on his mushy pale face.
I pull the trigger. Both heads shatter and splatter red across the parking lot.
A crackhead runs into the open sports car and speeds off.
I shove my revolver into my coat and cross two names off my job list.
Desert speeds by.
I reach 'Oasis'. My favorite bar in the middle of nowhere.
It used be a gay glub so there are a lot of palm trees
and martini glasses scattered around the bar.
But we desert guys have to work with what we have.
Walk in. Heavy smoke hits me in the face. Honky tonk music jingles on the jukebox.
Men in cowboy hats lean and sit around the bar.
Several men are circled around a pool table cheering. I walk over to see what all the commotion is about.
I elbow my way through the crowd up to the table.
A slug creature is sprawled out across the pool table. He is ripped open, insides hanging out.
The men are poking at bulging tumors in the creatures stomach with pool sticks.
It squirms and squeals with every poke.
"Whats going on?" I ask, staring at the screaming mess on the table.
"Ole' Rodney here found this little creature here out in the desert today." A drunk fat guy exclaims.
"So? What is it?" I ask.
Another drunk chimes in "This thing is a Golden Sand Worm, Scratch!"
Rodney steps up to me to begin briefing me.
"Golden Sand Worm's flesh is made of pure gold.
They are worth a fortune." He explains. "Now this ones
just a baby. But we are going to use its screams
as a way to draw the momma out.
Her corpse would be worth hundreds of thousands."
He wraps his arm around my shoulder.
"Now of course" He continues. "We're gonna need your
help if we are to take down mommy worm. You up for it?"
The crowd falls quiet to listen for my response. The worm's
squeals of pain lower soft grumbles and whines.
I sigh. "I suppose."
Everyone cheers and pats me on the back.
Meanwhile..
"Look at my city.." The governor groans. His short round pink body sags in sorrow.
"Look at it, Alistor. This used to be the best city in the world. Perfect City."
Alistor stands nodding his head as the little governor whines.
"Now look at it." The governor runs his hand down the window in defeat.
"They don't even call it Perfect City anymore. Did you know that Alistor?"
"I wasn't aware, sir."
"In all the news feeds, television shows.. They all call it Sleaze City now."
He drops his head as if he were about to cry.
"..The worst city in the world." He sniffles.
"Well Walter, sir, maybe if we were to raise property values in a couple neighborhoods we could-"
"Do what you want, Alistor." The governor interrupts. "I've given up on this place."
The governor composes himself and sits down at his desk facing Alistor.
He clears his throat. "Alistor." He commands. "Fetch me my television remote.
My show is coming on."
In the Desert..
The men all stand gathered together in a sandstorm. Speeding,
piercing grains of sand blow everywhere. The wind almost knocks
me on my ass.
They stand shivering, gripping their rifles in front of a large dusty
cave. We have tracked the mother to her home. Now we have to
convince her to come out.
Rodney raises the open worm baby in the air. Its grumbles
causes the mother to poke her head out of the darkness of the cave.
The men jump and gasp when they see the size of it.
"Alright, men." Rodney warns. "Get ready for this."
The men stand up straight and point their guns straight ahead into the darkness.
Rodney lowers the squirming creature and pinches one of the pulsating tumors in
the worms open body.
The worm lets out an agonizing screech.
A huge roar echos from the cave. The sound waves blow us back.
Mommy worm fires from the cave ripping most of our men to pieces instantly.
Blood rains from the sky.
Rodney falls on his back, still gripping the baby.
The creature stops and begins inching slowly toward Rodney, growling.
Suddenly, its head jets down toward Rodney. I whip out my revolver and slam the trigger down.
It shakes violently in my fist firing thousands of bullets that explode on contact with any surface.
The creature is knocked sideways allowing Rodney to jump up and run away with the little worm.
Her side explodes into a soupy mess. Her head falls to the sand terrain and leaks blood from every opening.
Shiny golden flesh is splattered across the area.
The last of the men run around collecting all the chunks of gold worm
while whistling and cheering.
Rodney walks up to me, baby worm hanging out of his
pants pocket, gurgling and puking goo.
He pats me on the back. "We can always count on you, Scratch."
He turns to the others and raises his arms. "Alright boys!"
He yells. "Lets get this load to the bar ASAP!"
Everyone cheers and whips out their ropes.
The giant worm's eye slowly slides shut.
Chapter Five
Desert speeds by. City in the horizon.
On my way to a press conference for a Mr. Baltimore.
I think he's becoming president of Nitro Corp. or something.
Quick and clean. In and out. Have to get back to the club soon.
Make sure I get my cut of the worm money.
Calm down, Trigger Finger. We'll be there soon.
On my stomach. Rooftop. My sniper rifle peers out through the letter O of a giant neon light.
I am watching the stage. The target hasn't come out yet.
Thousands of people surround the stage. They begin clapping as the curtains unfold.
After a moment Mr. Baltimore comes slowly riding
out onto to the stage on a hightech hoverbike. Probably Nitro Corp.'s latest model.
Everyone applauds.
He steps off, a smug grin on his face, and struts forward to the mic.
I'm staked out too far from the event to make out what he's saying.
I can hear the audience loving it though.
I place the crosshair over his head and steady my hands.
My finger tightens.
Mr. Baltimore does a flip out of my scope. I release the tension in my finger.
The crowd goes wild. Guess he's doing acrobatics for them now.
I study the stage trying to figure out how to go about this.
The target is doing jumping jacks now. No idea whats going on.
My aim steadies upon the battery pack of the hoverbike.
That should create a pretty decent explosion. If he'd just get a little closer.
Mr. Baltimore leaps into the air making a victory motion with arm
then skips over to the bike.
Perfect.
I squeeze the trigger. Bing.
Earlier..
The audience is going crazy with anticipation. Mr. Baltimore, the new president is here today.
He is promising big things for Nitro Corp.
All sorts of amazing technologies.
There's even rumors that he might have the cure for the AIDS virus today.
The curtains part. A tall suave man comes riding out on to stage on a green hoverbike.
The crowd goes crazy.
He drives around showing off the bike before parking it and stepping up to the microphone.
"Whats up Perfect City!" He exclaims.
A wave of applause and screams.
"Nice bike huh?" He gloats. "And thats only the first of many amazing technologies we have
to show you tonight from Nitro Corp.!" Everyone screams.
Mr. Baltimore does a sudden flip through the air to show off how wild and energetic he is.
He's trying to win over the young crowd by seeming cool.
Its working. Everyone laughs and applauds.
"Oh man! I just feel so damn good tonight!" He sings while doing jumping jacks.
Laughter.
"Okay guys, lets get this show on the road!" He stops and catches his breath.
"Now who in here HATES having to chew up their own food?" He asks the audience.
Bing.
Earlier..
Backstage. Everyone scurries around trying to make sure everything is
perfect for the show. Mr. Baltimore is leaning on a hoverbike. A scientist
stands in front of him begging.
"But sir.." He plees. "That battery is NOT stable. We should not be-"
"C'mon, Simon." Baltimore replies. "I'm only riding it for five seconds. It'll be fine."
"Its too risky, Sir. If that thing malfunctions-"
"Simon.." He assures. "You worry too much. It'll be fine."
"Alright everyone. Show time!" Baltimore announces as he climbs onto the seat of the
hoverbike and starts it. It jets up and hovers a few inches from the ground.
The battery pack makes a loud buzz.
He hits the gas and rides toward the curtains just as they begin parting.
Another scientist steps beside Simon.
"We should have just used the regular battery, Simon." He states.
"Regular battery isnt strong enough. We cant risk the bike
shutting down during the show. That would kill sales."
"Yeah, well risking all our lives isnt so great either."
"I know, Martin. I know."
The audience's applause echos from outside the curtains.
"So how are things going with that AIDS cure, Simon?"
Simon sighs.
"Theres none left."
"What? Why not?"
"What do you think is powering that damn AutoChewer machine?"
"Okay guys, lets get this show on the road!" The speakers boom.
Simon closes his eyes in shame.
"Now who in here HATES having to chew up their own food?"
Bing.
Earlier..
"Now say goodbye to your father." Martha tells the kids.
Jerry and Crystal hug their dad, the governor.
"Bye daddy, love you." Crystal says.
"See later, dad." Jerry adds.
"Okay, Walter. I'll see you tonight." Martha says as she kisses Walter on the cheek.
"Sounds like a plan." The governer replies. "You guys have fun now."
"We will, dad!" Both kids chear.
Car ride.
Martha is driving. The kids sit in the back seat singing road tunes.
"So where are we going again, Mommy?" Crystal asks.
"Well Crystal," Martha explains. "We are going to a press conference
for a place called Nitro Corp. They are the people who make our
microwaves and cars and even your glowing belt that helps mommy
find you when you wonder too far off."
"Are we almost there, mom?" Jerry asks impatiently.
"Almost there, Jerry."
Present..
I squeeze the trigger. Bing.
The battery flashes into giant white orb. Everything freezes for a moment.
The entire city rumbles and several blocks are engulfed in intense white energy.
The target vaporizes along with everyone else.
My draw drops. I am stunned by the amount of damage caused by the exploding battery.
What kind of battery was that?
Buildings collapse into ash. Smoke clouds the area until seeing is impossible.
I'm lucky I staked out so far away. I was just barely outside of the blast radius.
I take out my list and cross Mr. Baltimore off.
I better get out of here.
Desert speeds by. My stallion roars.
All those people.. My fault. Dear God..
Chapter Six
..Dear God.
Lights flickering, hyper speed now.
Faster than light.
darkness.
slowing.
come to stop. gold slug. little one on the side of the road. it blinks at me.
i whip out my revolver and blow its head to bits. snatch up other half and toss it on to my shoulder.
jump back on bike.
hyper speed.
Oasis.
"Snatch, we were just talkin about ya, man!" Rodney calls as I walk in through the door.
a lemon taste in my mouth.
Rodney pauses.
"Is that ANOTHER gold worm?" he laughs. "Damn you're good, man."
bar spins clockwise. patrons running around like mice in a wheel. waves now.. heat waves.
look down. rodney is handing me a sack of cash. i motion for my hand to grab it.
they dont. they are.. rejecting the money. but why?
"Yo SCRATCH. Take the fucking money, man." He bellows.
Shit, hands. Grab that bag. Do as I tell you! They refuse.
I turn blue. Everyone glares at me.
"Scratch whats ya problem dude?" One of the guys yells out.
I turn and walk toward the door in embarrassment. Rodney tosses the sack of money at my head.
Its impact causes me to bite my tongue. my eyes widen as my the teeth burrow into my tongue, deeper and deeper.
seering pain. i walk forward. money scattered on floor.
outside now. night. darkness for miles. just the bar lighting the road.
tongue hurts. blood drips from my lips.
my stallion rumbles next to me. i hop on.
"ONWARD." I command.
Its puffs and blasts ahead. all a dark blur shredding my eyes to bloody screaming bits.
white lines. grey. blast of light.
in city. city is covered by a giant light grid. making it seem as if it were always daytime.
smoke covers buildings, flames everywhere.
must be the aftermath of a recent assassination.
a pig leaps out in front of me blowing his whistle.
splatters into chunks and bits around me as tires skid across him at 600 miles per hour.
blood all over me.
i whip the golden worm corpse off of my shoulder and slam it across a cop's face as I speed by.
it obliterates the pigs face in to dust at impact.
still speeding. three masked criminals run by in to an alley way.
still speeding. exploding cow shaped blimp. a fat man comes hurdling down into the cement
just barely missing me.
splatters like a tomato. still speeding.
slowing.
blurs form into comprehensible figures.
mexican chick on street corner. "need a ride?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.
"chikas needs $300 dollars." she says, shaking her hips.
"hop on." i reply.
full speed ahead.
faster.
hyper speed.
girls facial features distorted.
a mesh of colors.
fucking. blurry triangles scattering around my body.
the shapes let out highpitched moans. climax.
slam on breaks. knock bitch off.
"where's my money, bitch?"
I toss a wad of cash at her face and speed off.
the squeals of my tires skidding sound like music.
i puke inside my coat. mushy warm feeling on my chest.
faster. trigger finger twitches.
head explodes on dirt. i step off corpse and return to bike.
a flashlight grows out of my face.
speeding down road. reach soda factory.
"attention sir! you cannot come in our soda factory go away please." the guards tell me.
"i'm thirsty." full speed. guard jello across factory wall. i spit a fingernail out of my mouth.
Grab a soda and head to Messiah.
music blasting. flashing. people everywhere.
hands reach for a girls waist. i attempt to stop them.
girl and i are wrapped around each other.
bouncer approaches. "Lola come over here." He calls to the girl. She runs over to him.
people everywhere. two masked DJs slinging their heads up and down.
i sit down at the bar. waitress comes over.
"you dont look so good, babe." she giggles.
I smile and then drop my head to the bar to rest.
time goes by. I wake up.
Aaaaaand done.
Pretty silly, lots of errors, too much violence, ect. ect.
Just thought it was kinda fun.
