Four Shots to Nowhere (513 hits)
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Submitted by ugaly <UG_A_LY.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-06-07 01:52:44 EDT
"Let's goJimmy," Eric loudly whispered from down the hall.
Jimmy followed the instruction, sweating as he tried stealthily walking down the corridor. He was nervous. He had never even thought about doing something like this before. The very thought of it scared him. As he caught up with Eric he looked around, shaking; he was just waiting for someone to catch them.
"I brought it Jimmy. I was able to get it out of the house without either of my parents noticing. You still know the plan right?"
Jimmy clumsily nodded his head. He didn't think he would be able to remember everything when it came down to it. He was too worried about getting caught and the consequences of it.
"Jimmy. You alright?"
"Yeah, just a little nervous. I can't believe we are actually going to do this."
"It's going to be fun as long as we don't get caught. If we get caught we will be screwed. You get yours?"
"Yeah," Jimmy answered while taking his backpack off. He set the bag on the ground and hurriedly unzipped the top zipper. Eric leaned over just to look again.
"I still wish I had yours. I don't like my dads. It's too big." Eric added, reaching behind him to retrieve his gun from his backpack. He tossed it from hand to hand, smiling. "Let's do it Jimmy." With that he reached behind again and tucked it in the back of his pants.
They went out the double doors, walked around the school to the parking lot and hid behind a bush. School had been over for two hours already. Both of them walked back to their houses to get their guns. When their parents asked where they were going they both lied, responding with each others houses.
They met back at the school about twenty minutes later. They went over the plan a few times and even did a brisk walk by a few times to make sure the teacher was still there.
"Eric, remind me why we are doing this again." Jimmy said, peering through the bush. His voice was shaking almost as bad as his body.
"Because Mr. Taylor is a jerk. You know it too. He failed both of us on that test. He said we were cheating."
"But we were cheating Eric."
"He didn't see us though. He just assumed we did."
Jimmy let out a futile sigh, trying to calm his nerves. "I don't think I can do this Eric. Look at me." Jimmy extended his hand, and watched it shake. He tried to concentrate on it only making himself dizzy.
"You'll be alright. You are just nervous because this is something you've never done before."
"Oh and you have?"
"No, but I've gone shooting with my dad a lot. I'm not afraid of the gun."
"Somehow, I don't think you are trying to help me calm down here."
"You'll be fine. Just get your gun out and get a feel for it."
Jimmy looked down again. He was kneeling on the ground, his shorts had pulled past his knees and he could feel the rocks of the dirt pressing hard into the skin. It was starting to hurt because his knees were shaking. He reached over and tried to unzip his backpack. It took him a minute or two because he couldn't pull straight back. As he finally got it open he palmed the gun and stared at it for a minute.
"Crap man here he comes," whispered Eric. As the words were muttered Jimmy peeked over the bush and watched. His heart sank and he sat back down.
"Eric we can't do this. This is wrong Eric." His eyes turned red and his voice was shaking like he was going to cry. Tears started welling up in his eyes.
"He deserves it. Go,. Now!"
"No Eric!" Jimmy stood up, shouting, the gun hanging loosely in his fingers by his side, still concealed by the bush. "I'm not going to let you do this."
"What are you going to do to stop me?" Eric said, throwing a glance to Mr. Taylor who paused for a second then started forward again.
"Is there a problem boys?" Mr. Taylor questioned.
"No--"
"Yes Mr. Taylor. You shouldn't have failed us on that test." He pulled his gun out of the back of his pants, cocked and aimed.
"Dammit Eric. No." Jimmy yelled. He pulled his gun up and shot twice into the air.
Eric dropped his gun, ducked down and turned toward Jimmy; he was shaking uncontrollably, and was wetting himself. "What the hell are you doing."
Jimmy threw a glance to his side to check where Mr. Taylor was. He was slowly backing away, but stopped completely when Jimmy looked at him. "I told you. I'm not going to let you do this."
After saying that he turned towards Mr. Taylor and aimed. "I'm going to do it."
He held the gun up for a few seconds before completely unloading his gun. He missed the first two times due to his poor aim, and lack of gun control. The last six shots hit Mr. Taylor all over. One in each arm, two in the chest, one in the neck, and one in the leg.
Mr. Taylor was on the ground seizing. Blood was squirting everywhere, staining Jimmy's clothes. Jimmy stared down with a really small smile on his face. He had completely stopped shaking. After thirty seconds Mr. Taylor went completely motionless and the blood no longer sprayed.
"You bastard that was not the plan! You scared the hell out of me!"
"Whatever. It's done now. Let's go. Get his keys. The cops are bound to be here any minute."
"You can't drive. You can probably barely touch the peddles."
"Get over it Eric. I either try or we go to jail." Eric tossed him the keys and as he fired up the engine, he started shaking again.
He put the car in drive and stomped on the gas. His hands were so shaky that he couldn't keep the car straight. As he entered the freeway, the shaking of his hands was too much and the car ran off the road. They hit a ditch and stopped abruptly, causing the airbags to deploy. Eric was caught by his seatbelt, leaning forward in the airbag motionless.
Jimmy unbuckled himself, pushed the airbag out of the way and got out of the car, stumbling as we walked. As he heard the sirens start blaring he stopped shaking. He walked to Eric's side of the car, and opened the door. After unbuckling Eric and rolling him out of the car, he reached for Eric's gun, and started smiling.
User Reviews
Submitted by youarsoghey (user info) at 2004-06-07 13:01:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Meh. Worth a +2 in my book.
Submitted by funk_boy (user info) at 2004-06-07 06:22:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I agree with chicken. There's something wrong. I damned if I can figure out what the fook it is, I just don't know. It's not as good as other stuff I've read of yours. It's worse.
But, it's not that bad. I have no idea why I feel like rambling. So fookin bored on a Monday morning already, f'ing sunny outside, no longer utterly physically exhausted like yesterday. Wanting to be here as much as wanting to be transported 60 years ago to Normandy. Or even just to Iraq. Or Saudi Arabia, or Afghanistan, or an American high school, or anywhere near any of the current Big Brother lot. I'm pretty sure that chap in there who's had the chop, dig, and implantation, served me in a bank in Woking sometime. I touched something IT did....
*sloooow blink*
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2004-06-07 05:18:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I've been back to this one 3 times now, and I just can't quite get what I'm not enjoying about it.
+1 because nobody's commented in hours on this, and it has made me think, if not smile.