Love Always (192 hits)
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Submitted by Spam (View user info) at 2006-10-23 20:36:14 EDT
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She's smiling at me.
Blond hair swept across soft blue eyes that at this perfect moment, seem to be glowing with a light of their own. She stays there on that golden beach, flawless face forever framed by an azure sky so deep you could wrap yourself up in it and for a split second maybe forget about everything that you used to think mattered. That's how it'll always be for me anyway, regardless of what happened after.
Regardless of anything..
~~~
Smashed knuckles explode across his face, drenched in blood, I can't tell if it's mine or his anymore. I don't much care. The screaming stopped an hour ago but he still lets out a soft whimper as he opens what's left of his mouth to let the blood and drool dribble down his already soaked chin.
"Tell me." I murmur again.
~~~
Somewhere in the distance a seagull crows on the breeze, lost almost immediately in the crash as a wave breaks on our beech and then slithers across the sand back into the ocean. She never says anything, but I guess she'll never need to. As long as she keeps smiling.
~~~
A frosty chill sits in the air and my breath clouds as I stride through the streets towards Max's hideout. Of course it was him. There's no surprises left in this world, not for me anyway. I guess the only real shock is that I'm still breathing. For the moment, at least.
Crimson drips from broken hands that should be starting to ache by now but I can't feel anything, haven't been able to for weeks. Part of me knows that I can't blame it on the booze this time. I think for a briefest instant that maybe I should have worked down that punk with a hammer but that's fucking bullshit - It needed to be fists.
I needed it to be fists
~~~
And just like I always do when I see her face, that sense of peace envelops me, comforts me, washes everything away. I could spend a blissful eternity on this beach, staring at those eyes, at that soft expression, at that smile.
~~~
Don't think about it Jack. It'll ruin you. Slow you down.
But that aint true. It drives me, gives me purpose, dulls my mind. It reminds me why I'm doing this. It's A Reason.
And if ever man needed reason right now it's me.
So I let it back in.
~~~
Liquid adoration flows from her and I feel that stab in my chest that I used to think of as painful before. But she taught me something that day, and despite it all, it made me feel human.
And It's been a long time since I felt that way.
~~~
Street thugs and pimps, crackheads and dealers, they all dissolve outta my way on this moonless night. Most of them know me, but that aint why they're moving. They're moving because they know I aint gonna stop, not for them. Not for anybody.
Rage flashes through for an uncontrollable instant and I can feel an animal snarl building in the back of my throat. That Mother Fucker.
Keep it together Jack, just for a few more minutes.
I push it down and my mind blanks again. Don't think, just walk. Walk to this Bastard's hole and find him. Then you can let it out. Then you can see her again.
But I'll see her before that. Every time I close my eyes.
~~~
That smile. That fucking smile.
Nobody ever looked at me like that. And it's perfect. Fucking Perfect.
But that bastard took it all away.
And now he's gonna pay.
~~~
Two on the door.
They manage an apprehensive glance at each other when they see my grim expression and purposeful gait and one holds up his hand and opens his mouth to tell me to stop. No fucking way.
I remove the blade I took from the thug in Sarah's apartment from my pocket and it's stuck in the gullet of Lead Heavy before he's even formed his words, a red froth erupting from his mouth instead. Heavy Two freezes up for an instant as he watches his partner try to choke down air and that one instant is all I need. He's on the ground a second later and I'm on top of him, blooded hands around his neck wringing the life out of him. His eyes bulge as I tighten my grip and I can see his capillaries begin to haemorrhage and burst.
A dull thud when I crack his head on the steps for good measure and then I'm up again and climbing those steps and kicking down the door to Max's
~~~
One day.
That's all it takes to change a man, all it took to change me. You can go your whole life with nothing but hatful of disgust and self loathing and then one smile from one dame can take it all away from you and give you something else in return. Something better. Something worth fighting for.
Even after it's gone.
~~~
My feet scratch across bare dusty floorboards and some of Max's girls look up from their mattresses with unseeing eyes, too fucked up on whatever shit he's got them pumped full of to even comprehend who I am or what I'm doing.
"Where?" I rumble and an unconscious look from the girl closest to me in this dimly lit shithole tells me that he's in the back room.
Almost there now Jack. We're almost done.
He walks into the room and looks up at me and everything falls silent, stills.
And then his face breaks out into a grin, white teeth gleaming against black skin.
"Jack!" He says happily, "How you doin nigga?"
Motherfucker doesn't care. Doesn't know what she meant to me. Thinks he can reach in to somebody's life and tear out their heart and then smile at them a month later like nothing happened. Fuck him. Fuck this pimp nigger Cunt.
I charge across the damp, musty crackden bellowing with an burning vengeance. Max isn't ready for me and the friendly expression dies on his face to be replaced by one of exquisite shock. But that shock won't last long, it'll be swapped with something else soon. I'll make sure of that.
His hand flashes to the pistol I know he keeps tucked in his jeans but he doesn't have time to draw down on me before I smash headlong into him and we both tumble to the deck a mass of flailing limbs.
"Nigga you Crazy!?" He screams at me.
But I can't hear him. All I see is Sarah's face as I lay into him with hands, feet and face. Whatever's available. We roll across the floor trading savage blows, mine powered by a terrible anger his by fear.
And then somehow we're separated, both scrabbling to our feet to get ready for the next part of the fight, our heads frantically scanning the floor of the long room. Neither of us are thinking anymore. Both of us just want that Gun.
The gun that's landed by my feet.
I'm down in a heartbeat and curl my hand around the walnut grip before Max even knows what I'm doing.
"This is it, you fucker" I yell, standing up and drawing to aim at his chest. "This is for Sarah."
I'm about to pull the trigger but a strange noise pulls me up short. Laughter. Mother fucker is laughing at me.
"Sarah?!" He chuckles. "You're doing all this for that bitch?" Laughing uncontrollably.
My ears pop as the shot rings out round the room and the rank odour of sweat and piss is immediately overpowered by cordite and blood. I sink to my knees. My anger and adrenaline fuelled strength ebbing.
Steam rises from the hole in my chest as my blood hits the cold atmosphere and I fall forward, face down, losing vision. Through the muffle of my still ringing eardrums, I can hear Max walking over to me.
"You Stupid Mother Fucker" He says, rolling me over with his boot.
The last thing I see before everything fades is Sarah, her arm snaking around her pimp. Gun still smoking in her hand.
She's smiling at me.
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Submitted by Linus (user info) at 2008-08-17 13:50:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 Spam. I hope this works--goddamn thing took me an hour to write.
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2007-06-07 03:26:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good show.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-06-05 12:25:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2