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Submitted by gravitas (View user info) at 2006-06-13 01:56:09 EDT


The humid air rushes through the open window, slamming against my face. It must be over 100 degrees in here, but the driver doesn't seem to mind. Regardless of the wind, the car reeks of fish and gasoline. The loud, incessant rumbling of the car only worsens the situation.

Each painstaking breath the humid air permits is only restricted further by this rag in my mouth. I finally realize my hands are bound behind my back. How long have I been out?

I groggily open my eyes to glance outside. The one peek zaps all moisture from my eyes. The trees and houses race at a quite an unnecessary pace. I can just make out our speed over my driver's shoulder. 115 mph. Damn.

The shock starts the adrenaline pumping, clearing my mind. All the arm flailing I can manage is futile. Obviously someone earned their hostage-tying badge in boy scouts. I attempt a muffled plea to the driver who, as I already guessed, is not interested in my comfort. He speeds up to 130 in spite.

Fighting back nausea, I close my eyes and wait for all to be over.

I'm no dangerous person. I'm no one important. Hell, I sell vintage video games on ebay for a living. My wife left with my dog and my best friend over two years ago. Last thing I remember was falling asleep last night, completely plastered. Was that just last night?

I feel the car slowing down and chance a peek. We're in the mountains and turning onto a seemingly abandoned dirt road leading straight up the closest one. I've always avoided driving up sharp inclines. Brakes are not to be trusted. I can't place my full faith in something that works by destroying itself.

We pull to a stop beside the front porch of an old gray cabin. The screened front door hangs by one hinge, somehow matching the one-eyed, three-legged pit bull that's outside my door growling at me.

As he opens my door, my driver mutters his first words, "git owt you."

I disregard images of Deliverance with a grin as I imagine this oaf is just displeased with a recently purchased Intellivision. The lack of electricity ruins my fantasy.

He shoves me towards his humble abode. I oblige.

My driver unbolts the front door and motions me inside. I step over the broken screen door into the dimly lit room. The only light seeps through a grimy small window on the far side. A wooden wire spindle serves as a table in the center of the room, the top cluttered by a variety of bottles, papers, and a homemade bong. A couch with three broken legs sits below the window. On the couch looking as confused as me sit a young well-dressed woman, and a scrawny sheriff's deputy from somewhere in Tennessee, judging by his uniform. This comes as a shock, as I assume I was still in Virginia.

My driver swaggers in the room behind me with a sawed-off shotgun slug over his arm. He instructs me to 'seet down and shat up.' With that same Appalachian charm he explains that I, like the lawyer and cop, will be fine as long as my friends and family pay him in time. As I sit down on the sofa, he clarifies that he left a note on my front door when he kidnapped me. The note directs my rescuers to mail $100,000 to a P.O. Box in a town just down the mountain. I've had higher points in my life.

I glance my peers. The look on their faces was easy to read. They, like me, do not expect our driver friend to get any mail next time he goes out for milk and bread. Three people can help us, but we're all bound and gagged on a couch that reeks of fish.

I sigh and get as comfortable as my bounded arms allowed. The oafish kidnapper grabs a rope from the floor and binds my legs at the ankles. After examining the others I decided this was so I wouldn't feel left out. He turned and walked out the door, locking both deadbolts behind him.

Without warning we hear a crash followed by a gunshot, then moaning, and finally silence. We don't need a view to know the dumb fuck accidentally shot himself.

I can see from the couch that the deadbolt has keyholes on both sides.

I hope he had friends.


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Submitted by Sydney (user info) at 2007-06-20 22:53:36 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-06-13 23:52:04 EDT (#)
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Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-06-13 05:30:33 EDT (#)
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Meh. It's worth reading, and it's good, but I'm not quite sure. SOmething wasn't right. Nice idea though.

Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2006-06-13 02:02:10 EDT (#)
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Homer: Look at that. I'm the first non-Brazilian person to travel
backwards through time.

Mr. Peabody:
Correction, Homer, you're the second.

Sherman:
That's right, Mr. Peabody!

Mr. Peabody:
Quiet, you.

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