The Panhandler (331 hits)
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Submitted by What that smell like hoe? (View user info) at 2008-10-07 14:23:31 EDT
To say his clothing was filthy would be a fool's understatement. Even to call them cloths would be a stretch, as they now resembled dirty torn rags like one would find inside of a mechanics shop after a day of grueling labor.
He wore torn shorts which looked like they may have been white at one point, but now held a hue that resembled a four year old bed-wetter's unwashed mattress. His top half was covered by a poncho of a Mexican looking design. Next to him was a surprisingly new looking bowler hat like Charlie Chaplin would wear in the old days. But besides his garish appearance, it was the smell you would notice first. A deep stench that would cut through the air like a sniper's bullet straight into your nose, permeating through the air with a seeming purpose.
As he sat here, in front of the New York Stock Exchange, he noticed that their were three kinds of people. First, and by far the most common of the three, were the ignorers. These people would go out of their way to distract themselves from him and not make eye contact at any cost, even hurrying the pace to avoid prolonged exposure. The second kind were the smilers, these would smile or wave and occasionally grunt a hello before continuing on their way. The last kind of folk was the guilty. These were an interesting lot, no smile, no hello, not even eye contact, just change. These ones would toss money into the bowler hat, like it was a penance to a watching God who was more than willing to forgive them their sins for the thirty-five cents from which they have parted.
He hoped his target was the first.
He sat for another two and a half hours before he spotted his mark, a corrupt senator as it were, who would take money from fundraisers and donations to further her political career. Not conventionally but with bribes and intimidation through one of several mob families she had ties with. This wasn't why he was sent though.
He was here just because she was a bitch.
She passed by with a nod in his direction and in a flash he was up, straightening the steel twine between his hands. This was his favorite part; he tastes the fear as he wraps the choke line around her throat, tight enough to draw a thin line of blood on her neck but not enough to kill. Not yet.
"This is from Bill, he sends his regards."
With a flex of his muscles he pulls the cord on both ends almost taking her head clean off.
As he leaves the scene to disappear into the darkness he thinks to himself:
"Ya Ya Ya, I know it's sick but it's a living, what're ya gonna do?"
User Reviews
Submitted by Darth_Famine (user info) at 2008-10-07 15:02:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
needs more rape, and more backstory, and more correct spelling, and
hell with it, it just needs more
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2008-10-07 14:51:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-10-07 14:40:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Shitty ending though.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-10-07 14:40:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Shitty ending though.
Submitted by weather (user info) at 2008-10-07 14:39:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Stupid twat below.
And, this is in desperate need of editing.
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2008-10-07 14:36:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2008-10-07 14:28:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I'm here to tell you that that's a tired cliché from a great movie and that living human heads do not under any circumstances come off cleanly.