One gram or two Part 9 (595 hits)
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Submitted by Beano (View user info) at 2006-05-12 08:19:50 EDT
After leaving his body at the industrial estate they had all to go home and burn their clothes and shoes. The Dog had dished out instructions and they were all to follow them to the letter. Besides that none of them particularly wanted the police giving them a hard time they also were not fucking stupid. They didn't need telling twice.
Scott had become the Dogs new best friend and he had him ride up front of the car on the way back from the scene. He was like a child on too many e numbers. Question after question, how did it feel? What made you do it? It must have felt great? All of which Scott ignored.
They had driven the car to within a few hundred yards of the town centre and then burnt that one as well to destroy any evidence.
Damon Briars was the kids name according to the newspaper and gossip around town the following day, it had even made the nationals, which in hindsight was about right as not many mutilated and then executed bodies turned up around the country. Dean was on the phone to Scott pretty early the next morning.
"Scott? It's Dean"
"You on your mobile?
"Yes"
"Don't. Hang up now and pop round"
Fifteen minutes later and there was a knock at Scott's door, Scott had spent most of the previous quarter of an hour just staring into his mirror, and he didn't see what he usually saw. He was looking deep into his own eyes to see if he could read the changes that were there, but they were too subtle. He was different and he didn't know why. Well he did know why but he didn't know how.
"What the fuck happened last night Scott, how did you get so involved? I thought that idiot the Dog was going to kill him and we'd be OK"
"I know, I know" Scott replied. "I just couldn't do it anymore; I couldn't let him torment him for any longer. The kid showed such dignity while we beat him and cut him into pieces..... The least he deserved was what he asked me for"
"Is that what he said? The guys in the back of the motor kept saying that he'd actually begged you to kill him but I didn't believe them, I mean...fuck....who asks to be killed. I did asked you a couple of times last night but you seemed to be away with the fairies"
"What do you expect Dean?" A tear formed in the corner of Scott's eye but he held it back. "I killed him Dean... I killed some kid, I did him a favour for fucks sake but I'm still a murderer, I still broke the law and I was doing what he wanted"
What Scott wasn't prepared to admit though was that he had like it. He liked the way the other guys had looked at him when he pulled the knife out of the kid's eyes and stood up. He had scanned the faces of each of them and they all had mouths slightly open and a look of respect on their faces, shock even. One thing was for sure, they were scared of him.
IN a way it was somewhat to do with the payback he felt for the terrible beating he himself had taken, the event that had started this all off. It was also the feeling of power. The Dog had entered into this whole event as the main man, the boss, the one to be weary of.
Scott had walked away from it as someone to be feared.
Several days later and Dean had been round again to tell him that word was getting around town that people were looking for the Dog, Scott and the others.
Damon's family, who had a history of violence and incarceration were looking for revenge quite understandable and of course the rival drug group wanted to bang a few heads together too and maybe murder a few people.
On hearing the news Scott didn't seem to be overly troubled by it though.
"OK Dean, get onto Carl and tell him a need a word. You I can reply on, yes?"
"Of course mate"
"Good, then get onto Carl and Jarvis too, tell them I need them. Tell them to quit what they are doing; this is going to be full time"
Scott explained to Dean that he'd been in Spain for the last three days. He had been a guest of the Dogs on a boat in Puerto Benus where they drove around the harbour and its connecting streets in a Bentley Continental. They had eaten at the finest restaurants and partied with only high class hookers.
He spoke of the sunshine and the money with such glee that Dean was wondering just what had happened to Scott. For sure what he did was likely to change a man but it seemed that Scott was embracing something he had found in himself that he didn't previously know was there.
He then detailed how they had flown to Hamburg and then drove a hire car into Holland, and met with a group of guys who were supervising the loading of a private light aircraft that was to fly to Wick in North Scotland. The airplane was being loaded with 2 tons of marijuana, half a ton of Skunk and a couple of thousand ounces of cocaine.
Scott announced that they were going into business
Dean got hold of Carl and Jarvis and they both were cool with hanging around with Scott all day and night if the rewards were as good as was expected, the boys had been out to celebrate and it was the first time in town since the killing.
Every pub the entered paused, only for a second but it was noticeable. Like a recorded scene where the pause button was pressed twice in succession. It was just long enough for people to clock who had entered and understand what that meant. It was clear that most people had been listening to the rumours that had spread around town.
They acted like they owned each pub they went in, they made a noise and they upset the locals. Glasses got broken and girls got felt up and no one asked to them to be quiet and no one asked them to leave. They drank champagne, which if they were honest with themselves and one another, none of them liked. So they soon ended up back on pints of Stella with Aftershocks as chasers.
It was like they had walked into a different world, everyone used to want to be friends with them before but now it was different. People kept out of their way or didn't speak with them and generally everyone left them alone. It was weird because they were the same group of guys but people obviously saw them in an entirely different light.
Scott continued to deal the small quantities that he was used to, merely out of habit but also because he was enjoying seeing how people treated him now. Some who had previously talked to him wouldn't approach or even make eye contact whereas others were only too keen to been seen talking to Scott. It was like being a celebrity and he enjoyed every minute. Either way, whatever happened and where ever he went either Carl or Jarvis were always at his side, just in case.
They ended the night in Jacob's, free entry and seats in the 'VIP lounge'. Bearing in mind this was a two bit town club that fancied itself as a celebrity bar this was not a great deal to get excited about. None the less they had a great time focusing on what the future held for them and how much money they'd all have in six months time.
They danced with all the pretty girls, who seemed to be drawn to them like flies to shit and even had the chief bouncer wander up a couple of times to check that everything was alright. It seems things were already changing
If it hadn't have been for Carl glassing a bloke in the alley at the side of the club with a broken Bud bottle, then pissing on him while he writhed in agony on the floor it might have been considered a boring night.
Anyway this wasn't about tonight. This was all about tomorrow; tomorrow their lives were going to change. Tomorrow they were driving north to help with the cargo that was about to arrive on the coast of Scotland.
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Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-07-26 12:45:13 EDT (#)
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Submitted by maf54 (user info) at 2008-05-14 05:06:24 EDT (#)
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Just to counter what that idiot Director did to you.
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-06-25 07:07:18 EDT (#)
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Submitted by konohasaiyajin (user info) at 2006-06-23 19:55:08 (#)
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great story continues. Johnny seems to be a better editor than I am, so I can't give any constructive criticism, but they seem to be getting better every time.
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Thanks for taking the time to read it all and for the comments.
Submitted by konohasaiyajin (user info) at 2006-06-23 19:55:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
great story continues. Johnny seems to be a better editor than I am, so I can't give any constructive criticism, but they seem to be getting better every time.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-17 03:32:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
If you have a minute: http://www.ubersite.com/u/Stagger_Lee/l/noir
I disagree with Johnny's comment. You should cut anything unnecessary, but necessary doesn't have to mean advancing plot. Character is just as important, for instance.
Submitted by cuberat (user info) at 2006-05-12 17:22:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This just keeps getting better and better.
The skip was a little awkward though...from Scott and Dean talking and then all of a sudden Scott is back from Spain? A little jump there...
Submitted by littledan (user info) at 2006-05-12 16:16:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-05-12 13:50:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
You need to tighten up a bit, you're just cramming a whole bunch of adjectives in there to lengthen it out.
Try editing before submitting - think to yourself, 'does this part advance the storyline?'
if not, drop it.
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-05-12 10:56:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Im from the Uk and yeah i think i would talk the way this guy writes. I probably do. So this series still rocka and everyone should +2 it...ok well its fucking good any way.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-05-12 10:12:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Don't get me wrong... I was secretly pleased you mentioned him as he writes a lot better than I do. But I'm from and in the UK. I grew up with cars weighing one ton and worlds strongest men lifting half a ton of this or that, ounces is what my.... erm... friends cocaine is purchased in.
Submitted by Coleslaw_Murphy (user info) at 2006-05-12 10:07:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"...2 tons of marijuana, half a ton of Skunk and a couple of thousand ounces of cocaine."
I guess I'm asking, why would you use the U.S. measurement system, especially in this story, unless it's because you naturally think in those terms?
Side note, the alter comparison was a compliment to you as much as anything. I generally enjoy his writing.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-05-12 09:50:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I am not an alter, just a retard.
Submitted by Coleslaw_Murphy (user info) at 2006-05-12 09:25:52 EDT (#)
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"They had driven the car to within a few hundred yards of the town centre..."
Does this sentence seem odd to anyone else?
Beano is spelling it "centre" after using the measuring system in the U.S.
He also uses words like "bloke" and "lad", but I think he's really American.
And if so, he's an alter. I'd say Beano=Jack_McCallum.