MURDER FIGHT: Part 7 (214 hits)
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Submitted by awj002 (View user info) at 2007-06-01 19:06:57 EDT
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Ricky squinted a little. "Boom," Tom said, lowering the weapon. "You fuckin' maniac. You didn't even flinch."
Ricky pulled his backpack onto his lap and unzipped the front compartment, removing a small photo album. "There's this thing I like to do," he said, handing Tom the black leather album. Tom swung to the first page, then to the second and third. "I do it when I'm depressed. I've never told anyone."
"Holy shit," Tom said, "How many times have you done this?"
"Four, five," Ricky said.
"And you like it?"
"Sort of. It makes me feel... comfortable."
"Then let's do it again. Worse this time. I mean better."
Ricky watched as Tom put the .45 ammunition back in its place. He flipped through his photos, showing a slight smile. "Okay," he said. "I like to use a knife. Get me a good one, and I'll dig up the rest." Ricky disappeared into the kitchen.
Soon after, the pair took off on foot toward the Catholic church. "I hope we can get some stained glass in the shot," Ricky said. Tom didn't answer. He carried his SOG-brand sheath knife, with its thick textured handle and serrated four-inch blade manufactured, he thought, not for hunting or fishing but for disassembling human flesh and bone. "Got this blade after a black dude tried to run me off the road in my car," he said. "Swear to God I'll SOG a motherfucker."
A yellow plastic bag rustled as it swung in Ricky's hand. Ricky didn't see anybody on the streets. The Arabs rarely went commando and wouldn't waste a suicide bomb on a couple of teenagers. The Americans, by now, were used to homeless kids wandering the street. Ricky wasn't afraid of strangers. The church looked slightly menacing, though, with its yard lights shining up the walls. Religion can be frightening, he thought. He felt the warmth from a lamp as he stood in front of it, watching his shadow project high onto the building. He lay the bag in the rock garden beside him, emptied the bag and sat against the wall.
"Alright," he said, "Do it up."
Tom removed an aluminum popcorn bowl, two bottles of corn syrup and one bottle of red food coloring from the bag. He unscrewed the caps from the corn syrup and removed the protective seals; poured the bottles simultaneously into the aluminum bowl. Then he added the food coloring. He dipped his fingers and swirled them around and around in the goop until it was thick and red.
"Shit, Ricky, this shit's never gonna come off. Where do you want it?"
"Start with a big slash across here," Ricky said, motioning across his white t-shirt, "Then a few smaller ones across my head." His eyes rolled slightly and his mouth hung agape as Tom slathered him in the mixture. It pooled in his hair and ran down his face, down his neck, into his pants. Tom tossed some on the wall behind Ricky's head. "Give me the knife now, and get the picture," Ricky said. Tom unsheathed the blade and handed it to Ricky, who wielded it against the darkest splatter of blood on his chest. Ricky made an agonizing face that only surfaced at these moments. Tom aimed the Polaroid camera and it flashed, spurted out the photograph, which he shook, bleeding life into it. Ricky appeared in a whirlwind of gore.
"Holy fucking Christ," Tom said. "This looks great, dude, really awesome."
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Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2007-06-08 11:45:49 EDT (#)
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More awful.
Submitted by Sinistral (user info) at 2007-06-02 17:47:00 EDT (#)
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i havnt read this yet but im giving it a +2 so i can come back to it and read it. im also giving it this rating in hopes that youll finish this, because the short chapters are very refreshing from the novel size chapters you see in most of these series.
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