a story about a guy named Bob. (660 hits)
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Submitted by Heyzeus (View user info) at 2007-12-07 16:44:31 EST
I recently lost my job. So now I have all kinds of time on my hands. So, logically, I came back to Uber. This is just part of a story I've been writing, tell me what you think. Also, does anyone have any crazy stories about getting fired. My firing was very uneventful, it was kind of odd, but not uber worthy.
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"What am I!? You really want to know what I am?!" Bob breathed in heavy, regaining his strength while he still had the advantage. "Well, Azael, I'll tell you what I am. I'll tell you what makes me so strong, and it has nothing to do with the demon heart I have inside of me!"Bob screamed down in to the face of the three hundred pound wolf that was trying so desperately to remove it's neck from his grip. "I...AM...RAGE!"
With the end of his declaration of anger he crushed the wolf's neck, compressing everything down to the bone, while arteries and tendons snapped to escape the force of his hands. Not one to underestimate an opponent, he lifted up the beast's head, grabbed the base of it's skull and removed it from the body with one swift jerk.
The forest went silent, the type of silence that only comes from a heavy, windless, snowfall. His exhaustion was beyond measure. For the first time in a long time he felt nothing, both his mind and body in too much shock to feel anything at all.
A sniffle from twenty feet behind brought him back to the gruesome reality. "Amy!" he stood with absolutely no grace at all and stumbled towards her cowering form, stepping over the bodies of three other dead wolves.
She was leaning against a tree, cradling her bloodied arm and shivering violently from the bitter cold. Her jacket was gone, torn off by the wolf Bob had just decapitated, leaving her with only a silk skirt that went down to the bottom of her knees and a spaghetti strapped top. He hit his knees and wrapped his bare arms around her to shield her from the cold, she leaned into him and buried her face in his chest.
"What the hell just happened?" she whispered.
"I have no idea." Bob responded through a veil of exhaustion and heavy breathing.
Amy looked up at him. "You just beat up a pack of wolves with your bare hands." her tone was accusing. "And then a really big wolf... a really freakin big wolf, spoke to me, and then you killed it...with your bare hands. Does that about sum it up?" tears had made small streaks down her cheeks.
"Yea, that sums it up," there was no use in denying it to her, she saw every moment of what he did. She laid her head on his chest again. "By the way, you didn't call the police while I was taking care of the wolves, did you?" he wouldn't be able to even begin explaining to them what just happened.
"No, I had a wolf attached to my arm, I couldn't dial." She responded.
Bob laid his head on hers and sighed. "Well I guess we better get you to a hospital and get that arm checked out." he got up and helped her get up. She winced. "What's wrong?"
"I think I sprained my ankle, when I was running away from the big one." he looked down to see that she was bare foot, and it occurred to him how cold she must really be.
Bob sighed and scooped up her legs. "Hmph, what the hell?" he began carrying her back to the truck thirty yards away. "You've got a hundred trophies for running track, you'd think running a few feet wouldn't be that difficult."
"There's a foot of snow on the ground. Besides, I never had a wolf chasing me when I was running track." her ice blue eye's locked with his for a brief moment. He hated looking into her eyes, they stood out from her darker Latin features in a way that made her look as if she were looking into his soul, a sight that would surely be unpleasant. "I can walk, I wouldn't want to be a burden." her voice was either sarcastic or dead serious, he couldn't tell.
"I'm cold and I don't feel like waiting for you."
"Ha, like you'd wait." she declared and leaned her head against his shoulder. Once they reached the truck the realization of how deep the snow really was had set in.
"I don't think that trucks moving for a while." He opened the door and sat Amy on the seat, then walked around to the drivers side and got in. "Shit!" he patted his pockets. "I dropped my keys when I was fighting." he recalled using the small flashlight on his key chain to look at the tire. Then the wolves came, and not much could be remembered of the keys after that.
"My arms not broken, so I don't need to go to a hospital right away. It's just broken skin really. You ripped his jaws off before he had the chance to bite down." another accusation. She was staring at him and his bloody hands. Barely any of the blood was his.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, entirely too tired to explain to her how he had managed any of the things she had just seen him do in the past five minutes. Pulling apart a pair of jaws that can produce over six hundred pounds of crushing force wasn't something the average man could do.
She pulled out her phone and sighed with disappointment. "No service. It looks like we might be stuck here for awhile." She looked from the window to Bob who now had his forehead resting against the steering wheel. "I didn't even know there were wolves in Maryland much less werewolves."
Bob still had his head resting against the steering wheel. "It wasn't a werewolf."
She leaned away from Bob. "Then what was it, and if I may ask what the hell are you!?"
Bob had yet to raise his head off the steering wheel, though he was looking at her side ways."It's complicated."
"Don't feed me that bull shit! I saw you kill an entire pack of wolves, and those were just the normal ones, that big one must've weighed at least three hundred pounds. There is no way in hell a normal guy can do that. Even if he is rage incarnate." her eyes shot side ways in thought then snapped back to Bob. "Are you a vampire?"
With her last inquiry Bob sat up. "Yes, I'm a vampire with a sun tan, and a love for garlic bread."
"Well you did like kissing my neck more than most guys, when we were dating."
His mouth hung open, not sure how to respond. "I... I just like necks. I really don't know how to explain that. I'm the same way with tits and ass. I just like em."
"You just saved my life. I'm cool with it if you are. I'm not going to get all freaked out or anything."
"Don't you think you would have been on the menu."
"You're not going to eat somebody you dated."
"Yea...cause that wouldn't make any sense at all."
"Well there's werewolves, why not vampires. It makes sense, I mean you did just kill one...by ripping it's head off."
"Technically, that wasn't a werewolf."
"Then what the hell was it? Because when ever I see a three hundred pound wolf that can speak English, first thing to pop in my head is werewolf."
"Their possessed, their just normal wolves that are possessed by..." he took a breath, "demons... kinda."
She stared at him blankly, his best friend Jack had looked at him the exact same way when Bob had told him the truth about himself. Finally she snapped out of it "How do you know?"
"I know everything." he put his head back on the steering wheel.
"Wouldn't surprise me. Even if you did know everything you'd just keep it to your self like you're doing now. That's why every body thinks you're weird, you act like every thing is some big secret."
"Yea, cause every body needs to know that I can do things like that." he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, towards the body of the wolf. "I act like my life is a big secret because my life IS a big secret! I don't want somebody like you finding out what I am." he put his head back on the steering wheel.
"Hey! Do ya think you could stop being an asshole for a minute and explain to me what's going on. I mean, I know you hate me but I think this deserves an explanation."
Bob sat up. He resented her now more than ever before. "I'm sure you can figure it out. Hell, you figured me out before. Yea, you REALLY had me pegged, didn't you?" he opened the door and stepped out into the snow, hoping the cold would deter her from leaving the truck.
Amy got out and limped around to him. "All right, fine, I thought I knew why you hated me, but obviously I was wrong. So tell me, what the hell is your problem!?"
"I don't hate you. I just can't stand being around you. And right now, I really can't stand to be around you." he stared straight in to her.
"Then why did you fight so hard to save me."
"I guess I had a laps in judgement." he resisted the urge to bare his teeth, that would only encourage her theory that he was a vampire. Instead he turned and started walking towards the bodies. He hoped that she would take it as a sign to back off.
She didn't. "I saw the look in your eye's when that wolf came after me." she called after him. "And what's the first thing you did when you were done? You came over and hugged me. Maybe you don't hate me as much as you want every body to believe."
He stopped dead, how dare she!"You're so full of your self. You think you understand me!? You don't! You don't know anything about me! Because you didn't want to know anything about me! All you knew was that I had problems, you never bothered to care why. You just knew that you didn't want anything to do with me! If you want inside my head so bad now, then I'll tell you what my problem is with you. You got scared."
"Scared?"
"Once you saw the real me you got scared and ran away! Not that I didn't expect it but, Christ, one little secret and you throw away six months like they're nothing. " he got inches away from her face. "Do you know what it's like to have somebody be afraid of you, because of who you are!?"
"That's why you hate me? Because I thought you were weird? Well maybe if you had acted like the real you when we first met I wouldn't have gotten scared!"
"Because the real me is so appealing isn't it!? What girl could resist a man who spent half his life in a fucking psyche ward!"
"You never even had any intention of telling me about that. And that's why I got scared. We were dating for six months and I deserved to know that about you. I had every right to be scared and you should have expected that."
"I did expect it, but I also expected more from you. The second you found out about the psyche ward you completely forgot about the person you knew for those six months, and replaced that person with some psycho. I expected you to end it because of the lie. I didn't expect you to be afraid of me. I hate when people are afraid of me. That's not what I am."
"What are you?!" she yelled.
"It doesn't matter now." Bob walked further into the woods. "Go back to the truck!"
She didn't listen and continued after him. "Dammit Bob I deserve to know."
He stopped and turned around, she was closer than he expected and inches away from his face. "Do you know why I was in the psych ward when I was fifteen?"
"Jack say's you heard voices." She said
"No. That's what I told him to tell you." he walked past her towards the truck. "Let's go back to the truck, it's a long story."
"What? You told jack to tell me that? Why?"
"Get in the truck before you get frost bite you moron."
Bob closed his door and waited for Amy to get in. "First, why did you tell Jack to tell me that?" she said after slamming the door entirely too hard.
"Because I can't risk being that close to anyone."
"Why?"
"First you need to know what I am and how I got this way. So shut up and pay attention because I am not going to repeat this. And I'm going to tell you the same thing that I told Jack." he paused for emphasis. "If you repeat this to any one, I'll kill you. Understand?"
"Completely."
User Reviews
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-12-21 15:37:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
does this have anything to do with the bob and amy i read about earlier today? in the humongously huge post? i commented their about you're word substitutions. (see what I did there?)
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2007-12-10 07:14:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
This is pretty par for the course. If I were a cruel man of foul disposition I might even use the word hackneyed.
Generally I can't really get into the whole "well-hard loner with dramatic 'issues', particularly with women" genre because whilst I am a child of divorce I am not an angry man.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-12-08 20:27:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm hungover and not going to read it, but eh for effort.
Submitted by McBain (user info) at 2007-12-08 19:19:31 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
tl;dr
-2 for the stupid dog at the end.
Submitted by sadie73 (user info) at 2007-12-08 17:36:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The comments about the grammar notwithstanding, the story was good. Have someone else edit it before you post.
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-12-08 11:14:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Not bad, but the spelling/grammatical errors really set my teeth on edge.
Also, the dialog seemed a bit weak. I had a difficult time imagining the scene in my head and hearing two people speak like that.
Still, it has promise.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2007-12-08 09:09:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This isn't blocky at all.Good stuff sir.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2007-12-07 20:56:39 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by STIXS (user info) at 2007-12-07 18:29:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It was good, but it really bothered me when you used 'their' instead of 'they're' three times in a row, and then spelled 'lapse' as laps. +2 anyway.
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Sorry about that. I started this story a year ago and I have fifty three pages so far, I've been too lazy on some of the grammer. I used to go through and read the whole thing every time I sat down, picking out mistakes, but once it gets so big it starts to take alot of time. so I haven't reread the beggining in quite a while. I'll make sure to go through any new parts I post.
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2007-12-07 19:32:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i like big-dog stories
Submitted by triangle_man (user info) at 2007-12-07 18:52:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by STIXS (user info) at 2007-12-07 18:29:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It was good, but it really bothered me when you used 'their' instead of 'they're' three times in a row, and then spelled 'lapse' as laps. +2 anyway.
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2007-12-07 18:19:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
With a good story I don't think you have to worry about "block" so much.
Thank you.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-12-07 17:23:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-12-07 17:23:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2007-12-07 16:50:06 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
soory about the block of text thing, I completely forgot about the seperation of paragraphs on uber. Please forgive me, I haven't posted in nearly three years.