Vergil #6 (268 hits)
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Submitted by garudave <misterkick.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2007-03-03 19:03:52 EST
pt 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/95843
pt 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/95929
pt 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/95978
pt 4: http://www.ubersite.com/m/96085
pt 5: http://www.ubersite.com/m/99253
I dreamed.
I felt like a speck, and there was a great white blinding light in front of me, that kept swelling, threatening to swallow me. A frightening realization came to me... in the grand scheme of things, I was nothing.
If you ever have this dream, it means you're in such a deep sleep that a bum kicking you in the face won't wake you up.
At least until around the fifth time, when you jump to your feet and throw that bum against the opposite wall of the alley, the one you didn't sleep against.
"You fucker," the bum grumbled, almost incoherently. "You fucker, get off my lawn."
Blood dripped and dropped onto my chest, as I held that fucker against the wall. Christ, he smelled bad. I could smell, that meant my nose was still somewhat intact, which was went through my mind before I smashed my shouda bone right into that fucker's eye socket. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I was yelling... in retrospect, it was a bad idea. But I was furious!
Something long, hard, and wooden smashed against my neck--a nightstick. Some judo that cop knew, he dropped me with one hit. "Lay off that hobo," he said calmly and with an unidentifiable drawl... Kentucky, perhaps?
From the angle I was at, he looked like the god of war himself, standing with the mid-day sun behind him. I couldn't see much, but the bum had disappeared. He stuffed his bludgeon right into my throbbing, bleeding face. "I never seen you 'round here," he paused, squinting before spitting something too globby right onto my busted mug. "Gon' have to take you in."
He lifted me with one hand and threw me face first against the wall I had slept against. I planted my hands up to save face, and he liked that so he stopped the rough-housing. He reached into my back pocket with a deep laugh, grabbing my wallet. "Grant Baker... South Dakota. Beautiful country out there, huh, boy?"
I twisted my neck to look at him, as much as I could. Shock made it hard to talk. "My name isn't Grant Baker." The words cracked from my suddenly dry throat. "I'm not from South Dakota."
He lifted the license to show me. "Then you stole someone's face, friend."
Oh, the terror. The face was mine, with a goofy smile I don't remember ever being able to crack.
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Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2007-03-03 22:31:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
yes sir
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2007-03-03 22:12:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuck i love Vergil; not in a gay way I just love stories about him.
Bugger I'm drunk haha really fucking drunk. I had an eclipse party woohoooooo. sorry for using your post this way
Submitted by manic_impressive (user info) at 2007-03-03 21:05:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
bitchin'
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-03-03 20:39:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
ooh, shocking
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2007-03-03 20:33:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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