Sunday, March 22, 2009

the 411 on the next story

There are gonna be some changes in the next story. First of all, it will be in first person. I've never written this way before, so I won't be best at it. Second of all, there will be a difference of font. The purple font I'm using right now will be narration. The black courier new will be what is written in the story. So, with that it mind, let's get started.

January 16, 2006
Still driving. I've been driving for hours. Whoa! Damn minivans. I've been drivin' for hours, and probably will be for a few more. But still, it ain't so bad. I kinda like this guy. He's kinda sketchy looking, wearing that black fedora and trench-coat. He's also got a briefcase with him, and he's got a gun, so I ain't messin' with him. But he's still good company, unlike most, who treat you like moose hair. I drive fast, and then suddenly he tells me to stop. My taxi comes screeching to a halt in front of a tiny log cabin, like it was an ad for maple syrup. We're in the middle of nowhere. Woods surround us, and there's snow everywhere. He leans up against the back of my seat and hands me a roll of $100 bills. 
"It's a little extra for what your about to go through." he says. He pulls a .22 magnum out of his trench-coat along with three clips. "You might want this." he says as he hands it to me. The etched, black, no-slip grip on the handle feels cold on my sweaty hands. "Stay here with the keys in the ignition. If you here a gunshot, start up the car and I'll be here shortly. Once I get in, drive like a maniac. But if you here two gunshots,go in the cabin with guns blazing. Have you ever handled a gun before?" he asks.
"Hellz ya! I used to be a marine!" I reply. I knew everything about every gun there was.
"Good. You know the plan." he says, and walks into the cabin with briefcase in hand. I wait. I wait longer. You know how when you think it's been an hour, but then you look at your watch and its only been fifteen minutes? That's what kept happening. The heater rattles on and on. I have the radio on really low. It plays "Radar Love". Then the shot rings out, echoing through the forest. It sounded sort of like a car exuast going off. I start the car. BANG! The car exuast really does go off. No, wait- that's a gunshot. I take the .22 out and kick the door down on the cabin, and go in guns blazing. I take cover behind a overtopped steel table. I see the guy I was giving a ride to with a gunshot in him. I run as fast as I can and pull him over behind the table. HE's fading fast. Blood that looks so fake I would put it on my hotdog gushes out of the wound. He hands me he briefcase and says,
"Things didn't go according to plan... Get this to 
Yazoko Kirabiti in Tokyo...(a gasp) and whatever you do, don't
let it get into the hands of them..." He looked over the 
table, and then, he fell back with a thump. I twirled out the 
.22 and shot all five of the guys in black suits. As I said 
before, I was good with guns. I walked over the hot cabin and
crouched down next to one of the dead guys. He had a badge 
with a crescent moon and an sword through it. They were all 
wearing them. WEll, at least I would have something to do for
the next little while.

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