One Gram or Two? Part III, From bad to worse (820 hits)
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Submitted by Beano (View user info) at 2006-04-11 10:55:44 EDT
http://www.ubersite.com/m/86292 Part I
http://www.ubersite.com/m/86292 Part II
Back in the bar the rest of the lads were just picking up on how long Scott had been gone. The trouble was, the guy wandered off all the time. If Damon went AWOL, or Jarvis or any of them for that matter, within 5 minutes someone would have asked "Where the fuck did Jarvis go?" Maybe one of them would wander into the garden or the toilets just to check everything was OK.
But with Scott, well, Scott wandered off all the time, it was what he did. He'd say he was only gonna be five, then he come back in fifteen. You just got used to it.
So each one of them threw a though in his direction, but mainly that he must be scoring a second time, or nipped off to re stock his pockets with more wraps. You couldn't worry too much about the guy; it'd only ruin your night.
In the car park Scott felt the guy hit him again lower in his back, a panic rose in him, thinking or realising that the guy was quite possibly stabbing him to death. He tried keeping his breathing rhythmic instead of the gasping that had induced him to swallow all manner of grit and small stones that definitely wasn't helping his cause.
He could see the feet of the man who was still stood at the car observing his death, and if he tried looking up, which bizarrely he felt an urge to do; he could see the third man who was kicking him from the other side.
Scott found himself thinking that he'd never seen the car park from this angle. For a strange moment it looked really good, really comforting. He'd heard something about changing your perspective, looking at things from a different viewpoint, that if you did you appreciated things more, maybe it was from a film, Robin Williams perhaps, anyway whoever or whatever had said this, it was right.
He was going to die and his last view of his surrounding was also going the first look he'd had at it from this angle, was that comforting or plain insanity? Perhaps he should be concentrating on surviving.
The blood that was leaking from Scott reached one of his hands that were tucked under his torso; this was very disconcerting but lifted him from the hypnotic spell that he'd fallen into, car parks and angles.
It was at this point that Scott was going to find out who and why these three men were making suck a mess of him.
The man, who had, up until this point been standing leaning on the car smoking, deftly flicked away the cigarette. Scott wondered if that was the same cigarette he'd started with or if his beating was taking so long that the guys had time to light a second.
He slowly advanced until all Scott could see were his shoes. Nice pair of Armani, expensive but fancy with it. Not the sort of shoes you could expect to be bruising your face.
"You stupid little fucking cunt" The man said quietly as he laced Scott in the face several times.
"You think you can sell shit around here and not give me the fucking hump? Eh?"
Scott knew that wasn't a question the required an answer. After the third kick Scott had to spit some teeth from his mouth. He was fond of his teeth and couldn't remember if that was a part of the body that grew back or not.
The man grabbed Scott by the shoulders and turned him over, laying on his back staring at the night sky and the stars, arching his back as he coughed up blood and stones the man looked him square in the face.
"As of today, you sell no more, I see you and you get very very hurt"
Scott knew what very very hurt felt like, he didn't like it one bit. He spluttered as he inadvertently swallowed some of his own blood, blowing spots over the lower half of the mans face and the top of his shirt. Nice, he thought, at least he'll have to burn his expensive shirt.
With that the man head butted Scott directly across the bridge of his nose and the pain was finally gone.
The barman glanced at the tiny green and black monitor crammed beneath the bar between some cases of Bud that no one seemed to buy. He was supposed to observe this screen at regular intervals, looking for fights, deals or vandalism of the cars in the car park. But what was the point? The screen was too small and the bar was too busy.
This time though, he thought he could see something on the floor. It looked like someone had dumped a roll of carpet or maybe a mattress; it really was that difficult to see what the image was. It was only after the figure started to spasm that he thought it was a human. He called out back to one of the youngsters who was waiting to collect glasses from the pub to check the back.
Scott was vaguely aware of sirens, distant whining, dreamlike, for a split second before realisation dawned, it felt like he'd woken in his flat, safe. He was now aware of pain, lots and lots of pain. He was finding it difficult to breathe as his mouth and nose were swollen, and he couldn't move one of his arms. His chest hurt, probably from broken ribs he thought. And he was wet and cold soaked in his own blood and old sweat.
Now there were voices, familiar yet nameless.
Cackling and laughter
One voice over another.
Too much talking.
His name.
"His name is Scott"
"What happened to him?"
More chatter.
Words that didn't mean anything.
The clinking of glasses.
The shuffling of feet.
"Dunno mate, we just found him here"
"Scott mate, you hear me mate? Stay calm, everything will be OK"
It felt like he was falling further and further from the source of the noise. Like the floor beneath him had instantly stopped supporting him, yet he was falling at speed but the noise wasn't fading at the same pace.
More incomprehensiable chatter,
Just the odd word.
Serious.
"He's been beaten by the looks of things"
"OK, Paul get on the radio and warn the Alexandria, we're brining in multiple fracture and stab wounds. Tell them to have life support and Resus waiting"
One again, Scott felt the pain meander away, slowly but reassuringly all went black.
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OH NOES MY RATINGS!
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faggot!!!!!
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Great structure and wording.
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-12 13:39:45 EDT (#)
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Balls !! Did I make it look like the end?
Don't make me do a georgemicheal and exlain myself !
Scott is unconsious. They'll be more if that is OK wil y'all.
Submitted by kimmy02721 (user info) at 2006-04-12 12:39:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
this was a cool series, enjoyed all 3.
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2006-04-11 12:11:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
moooooooooore