Slim, The Orphan and the HIt: Part 1 (362 hits)
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Submitted by mossimo1213 (View user info) at 2007-02-24 23:10:49 EST
The motel itself was a complete dump. It had been through it all, shootings, fights, robberies, and most recently, the hurricane. The owners hadn't deemed it necessary to upgrade to electronic locks on the doors, or even replace some of the broken locks. Paint chips lied scattered across the carpet along with shards of broken glass from light bulbs that burnt out ages ago.
As Slim crept down the motel corridor, the EXIT sign flickered and cast a red, eerie glow on everything. Doors lined him on either side and stretched on forever. One of the rooms contained what he needed; it was all a matter of finding the room.
The laborious task of picking each lock, and searching each room had taken him more than an hour. He had gotten through about half of the rooms when he noticed that all the rooms were empty. Slim couldn't find a trace of human existence in any of the rooms. There weren't any clothes, towels, or even Bibles left in the rooms. They were completely bare. The woman that called him to do the job said that he would know what he was looking for when he found it.
When he approached room 208, he knew he was in for a surprise. Slim's hands began to tremble and the hairs on his neck stood on end as he approached room 208. He scolded himself for it. He was Slim from Kalamazoo, world class burglar, hit man, and car thief extraordinaire, and he was cowering in fear of room 208. He slid his metal picks into the locking mechanism, and found it already unlocked, reassuring himself that there was something strange about this room.
The door felt like it had something behind it and Slim gave it a little extra shove. The instant he did, the sickly sweet smell of blood hit his nostrils like a freight train and he almost gagged. He discovered towels packed in the door jam to keep the smell from seeping out into the hallway. A single bed sat in the middle of the room and a T.V. with no volume projected blue light through-out. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary so far and that scared Slim more. He drew his pistol from his belt and clicked the safety off. He slowly and nervously walked farther into the room until he was at the edge of the bed.
He still hadn't found where the scent of blood came from. Slim peered over to the other side of the bed anxiously and found nothing. This sent his mind spinning. He was scared and confused, two things you never want to be, especially in his line of work. Slim spun in a complete 360 trying to figure out where the blood was. He spun too fast, stumbled, and fell to all fours.
Something wasn't right. His head was spinning as well as his stomach. Slim was well accustomed to the smell of blood, and worked around many other chemicals with ease.
"What is wrong with me tonight?" he thought aloud.
Then he felt it, the warm, wet, thickness of fresh blood. His hands were totally drenched and he hadn't noticed before because he was so concerned about how he was feeling physically. The one spot he forgot to check so far was clearly where he needed to be. Slim lifted up the bed skirt expecting a body. He was greeted by the face of a woman staring at him in the eyes. He jumped back and slammed his head against the wall. After he took a few breaths, Slim again lifted the bed skirt and saw a severed leg.
The brutality of the body he was looking at was sickening. There were no other parts under the bed and Slim could only imagine what happened to those. The head sat on the floor like it was on shoulders. It was clearly placed there by someone for him to find. The leg was cut off just above the knee. The bone jutted out outwardly. It appeared that it was cut quickly and sloppily. Needless to say, Slim found what he was looking for.
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Evonna sat and stared at the little security monitor.
"Go tell The Boss he found it"
With a silent nod, the Seven foot tall man squeezed through the door and was gone. For being so monstrous, Seven moved with the stealth of a cat. It's what made him so deadly, and what also made him so valuable to Evonna. But like everything else to Evonna, he wasn't irreplaceable.
Like every other kid in his slum, Seven played basketball. He had a hard time at it until he got into high school because he was too tall for his own good. He was tall, which is always good in basketball, but uncoordinated. His job was to stand in the way and get rebounds.
Once in high school, Seven grew into his body. He was a monster on the court. He had multiple colleges recruiting him and it looked like he was going to get out of the ghetto. On his senior night, his last home game ever, his mom who had never missed a game his whole career, wasn't there. He later learned that she got caught in the cross fire of a drive by shooting while walking to her car. Seven couldn't help but feel like if he didn't have a game, she wouldn't have been there, and she would still be alive. He gave up the game for good.
His original plan was to work his way through the ranks until he found out who killed his mom. He would kill them, and then get out. But the best laid plans don't always go through. Seven got caught up in the money, and the thrill of his new life like so many people before him. He never found out who killed his mom, but that stopped being the point. He wanted to make all the money he never had as a kid. Pretty soon that wasn't enough and now he wanted respect. He was well on his way getting it.
Evonna had heard about the legendary toughness of Slim. Slim had been all the rage now-a-days. With his assassination of a Middle Eastern war-lord, (by hire of another war-lord) he had really made a name for himself. His services were in high demand, and Evonna had the money to buy them. She was impressed with how well he handled himself with the nerve gas that was being pumped into the room. In previous tests, she had watched Navy Seals pass out from shorter exposures.
Slim hadn't garnered the name Slim for no reason. Standing at 6'3 and merely 150 pounds, he wasn't an intimidating person. It was that very non-threatening look that made Slim the best there was. It also helped that his dad, an ex-marine sniper who earned 28 confirmed kills in Vietnam, taught him how to shoot properly.
Evonna hoped that Slim wouldn't be offended by the test. It was strictly business. The nerve gas didn't really have much meaning other than to test the candidates resolve and determination. Plus it made it a lot more fun to watch people searching through rooms.
Evonna wasn't a gambler. She only invested her money in sure things. This was the most important job she had been assigned to. If she got it done, she was guaranteed to be the right hand woman in the organization. That meant more kick backs, perks and even less risk of being pinned by the police.
Evonna was supposed to be the heiress to a movie lot out in Hollywood. When her dad got pinned for drug smuggling, her world came crashing down. The Boss caught her in the middle of her path of self destruction. She needed a place to stay, and The Boss needed connections that Evonna had from her dad. They were a perfect match for each other.
The Boss knocked once and entered without waiting for a reply. That was about all the courtesy they got from The Boss, but it was all they needed.
"So you think you found your guy?" he said in his low rumbling voice.
"Yes sir, he's been the only one to stay conscience long enough in the room to find the parts."
"What's he doing with them now?"
Evonna turned in her chair to look back at the monitor. "He just stuffed the parts into his duffle bag and is running out of the room. He should start to feel better in a few minutes. I've never seen anyone stay cool in that environment. He is definitely our man."
"Good. Get it done." As The Boss stepped out, Seven replaced him in the room.
"Seven, Slim here is going to make us very, very rich people." Evonna whispered excitedly. Seven grunted back. He didn't care to get excited about what might or could happen. He only got energized about results. Even if he had to make them happen on his own.
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Hope you enjoyed. I will post more later
User Reviews
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-03-03 12:04:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
good enough to read the next part
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2007-03-03 05:23:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hitwhore...I'm going to read part 2 now.
Submitted by messmind (user info) at 2007-02-28 18:22:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Not bad at all . Welcome to uber!
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-02-26 16:14:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
hmmmm
Submitted by FATMANTPK (user info) at 2007-02-25 11:05:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-02-25 10:48:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by gravitas (user info) at 2007-02-25 00:13:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i like it. the seven guy reminds me of someone i know, at least until the drive-by part.
Submitted by mossimo1213 (user info) at 2007-02-24 23:53:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Come on. Some one read my story.