The Late Night Delivery, Part 6-- On The Run (2360 hits)
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Submitted by Sideburns (View user info) at 2006-02-16 10:08:32 EST
The Late Night Delivery, Part 6
http://www.ubersite.com/m/45183 Part 1
http://www.ubersite.com/m/49806 Part 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61087 Part 3
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69323 Part 4
http://www.ubersite.com/m/84048 Part 5
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I could hear screaming coming from all different directions. An elderly couple caught the corner of my eye. A scream of "he's got a gun!" echoed throughout the small diner. Bodies hit the floor, the waitresses ducked behind the counter, patrons hid under the tables.
All because of me. All of this because I got myself into some deep shit. I can't blame this on anyone else. If I get caught, who can I blame? Someone else made me hold up a Waffle House? Yeah, that'll fly right with the police department.
Without hesitating, I walked up to the elderly couple, gun in hand, and placed it against the husband's skull while glancing around to see if anyone was trying to be a hero. I didn't want to get caught offguard.
"Please, I'll give you whatever you want.", said his wife.
She was really short, her grey hair curled up in little tight knots against her head. Her big framed glasses covered up half of her face. She donned a purple "World's Best Grandma" shirt. She reminded me of my grandmother.
No, stop it Justin. This is no time to get emotional.
"Do you want to live to see your grandchildren?", I said in a trembling voice.
Silence.
"ANSWER ME!"
What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I doing this? Can't I just ask for a set of keys? Maybe someone would understand and hand them over.
"Please! Don't kill him!", screamed the old lady.
"Go ahead. Pull the trigger.", the old man said calmly.
I tightened my grip on the 357.
"That Caddy outside, is it yours?"
Silence.
"ANSWER ME OR I'LL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!"
He said nothing except "pull the trigger".
"Yes! It's ours! You want it? Here! Take it!"
The woman scrambled through her purse searching for the set of keys.
"Kill me now", remarked the old man as I stood above him impatiently.
"George! Why are you talking like this?", said the woman as the overwhelming mix of fear and her husband wanting to die filled her emotions.
"Shutup!", I said. "Give me the keys."
She tossed me the keys and I turned around to try to flee out the front entrance, but something caught my attention really fast.
One of Lenny's trademark black Lexus with tinted windows came barreling into the parking lot and slammed on the brakes.
A huge man jumped out of the car, leaving the keys in the ignition. This wasn't a muscular man by any means. He was huge. His gut bounced as he made his way up the ramp and into the diner.
I was frozen.
What could I do? I couldn't hold anyone hostage, that wouldn't work. This man doesn't give a damn about anyone's life but his own. I'm screwed.
The old man at the end of my gun just kept telling me to shoot him. His wife crying uncontrollably as her husband of, I'm assuming, several decades sat there wanting to die. I could feel her pain.
Emotion.
Lenny's henchman pushed open the front door of the Waffle House and I stood there frozen. I was too scared to move. Too scared to remove my gun from the old man's head.
The henchman smiled as he removed a long-barreled gun from his trench-coat. His greased up hair was slicked back, but one strand of greasey bang curled up between his two eyebrows. He had a toothpick in his right ear. He was wearing blue jeans with white Reeboks, his white collared shirt poorly tucked into the jeans. Noticeable grease stains were running down the front of his shirt, either from his hair or his last meal.
"You must be the infamous Justin".
The italian accent was strong.
"Name's Rico. Pleased to meet you."
I stood there.
"Seems our little project boy's getting braver. Lenny told me you wouldn't hurt a fly."
He started walking closer to me.
He cocked the gun back.
His eyes glazed over as his body tensed.
He's really going to shoot me.
BANG!
Screams filled the diner as people started fleeing. Chaos was running rampant, but the old couple just sat there, oblivious.
Rico's huge frame fell to the ground, a bullet wound in the back of his head. My dad stood behind him, his gun still in the air. Shaking. Trembling.
"Nobody messes with my family", my dad said in an almost whispering tone.
I tossed the keys of the Caddy back onto the old couple's table. I won't be needing these anymore. I also pulled out a stack of several thousand dollars and placed it in front of the old woman.
"I'm sorry about everything."
Did I honestly think money would help them? Did I seriously think that she'd see the cash and everything would be better? That she'd forget about her husband's death wish?
I tucked my gun into my blazer and I exited out the door with my dad. I jumped into the driver's seat of the Lexus that the late Rico drove in minutes earlier. After my dad shut the passenger door, I took off.
"We're not taking this car, are we?"
"No. It probably has a tracking device on it, too.", I remarked. "Besides, the police will probably be on the lookout for this car."
"Where are we going?", my dad asked.
"To get haircuts, a change of clothes, and a new car."
"What? Why clothes and haircuts?"
"Because we're not running from just Lenny."
"Who else would we be running from?"
"I held up a diner. You're my accomplice. We're fugitives."
We're fucking fugitives.
To be continued.
-Sideburns
User Reviews
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-27 12:04:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Confuzitron (user info) at 2006-02-21 18:19:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2006-02-16 11:26:32 (#)
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I might even bump one out tomorrow. But if I can't, part 7 will be up by Monday.
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YOU LIE!
Submitted by pantsarestupid (user info) at 2006-02-21 14:29:46 EST (#)
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Uh-huh...and then?
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2006-02-17 09:15:35 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Banga3386 (user info) at 2006-02-17 03:44:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hot DAMN!
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2006-02-16 22:13:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn on a roll, i was expecting part 6 for another 6 months.
Submitted by Kazzerax (user info) at 2006-02-16 12:08:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Once again, orgasmic.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2006-02-16 11:56:54 EST (#)
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What's my mother f'n name..
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-02-16 11:54:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
my ngiga
Submitted by cuberat (user info) at 2006-02-16 11:46:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is an excellent fucking series!
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2006-02-16 11:26:32 EST (#)
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I might even bump one out tomorrow. But if I can't, part 7 will be up by Monday.
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-02-16 10:48:12 EST (#)
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i've been waiting for part 6. thanks for coming through1
Submitted by Confuzitron (user info) at 2006-02-16 10:46:04 EST (#)
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All work and no play....
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-02-16 10:26:02 EST (#)
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"ANSWER ME OR I'LL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!"
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2006-02-16 10:22:06 EST (#)
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It's great. I work alot less, which means playing alot more.
Let's play.
Submitted by Confuzitron (user info) at 2006-02-16 10:21:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow. Two posts in two days, huh? How long has it been since you did that? Longer than I've been around here, that's for damn sure.
Excellent as always.