The Tunnel Prologue Draft A by Ryan Bucek
I shivered once more as another cold draft hit my half naked body. The tunnel I was currently in was dark and cold, the smell of rotting meat was everywhere.
"Perfect" I muttered to myself as I felt something warm and sticky under my foot. Not bothering to check if the thing I had stepped on was still alive, I started to sprint in the direction where the draft began.
The sounds of Laughter filled the tunnel behind me and I knew my life was in danger. The weezy laugh made my heart race.
He was done with the others and now he was after me...my...my....
blood.....
My name is Rosalyn Embry Hail, but most of my friends call me Embry. I had the perfect life....but I was so deceived because I knew nothing of what life could be like in the dark.
The nightmares still haunt me, but when I think of my old life the longing in my heart aches so much that I wish I were dead.
Family, friends, popularity....don't seem as important to me as before...not compared to Jin....
Now, as I pray for death I will tell you of the Tunnel....
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Saturday, August 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Dead Bullet
Prologue.....
Benny felt better after taking an advil, resting his head on the arm rest, and finally being able to take the Berretta handgun out of his side holster, the cold steel against his waist was really starting to become a drag.
He closed his eyes wishing that the phone would never ring and that none of this bullshit had happened in the first place but nothing could be that easy, especially for Benny. He placed the ice pack on his head which didn't work for shit on the bloody knot.
Benny slowly drifted into a deep sleep where all he could see was what happened just hours ago..... Enrico, the drug deal, the shootout, and............the kid.
Benny was woken from his sleep by the ringing of his telephone from across the room, he slowly got up and answered it.
"I'll be out in a minute" he told the receiver not bothering to give that prick Enrico a moment to respond before hanging up. Benny grabbed his coat and gun before heading out the door, bright lights of a black sedan parked outside his driveway blinding him.
He got into the backseat not bothering to look at the driver which he probably should have done in the first place.
"Hello Benny" the driver greeted him.
Benny knew this man sitting in the driver's seat but he was not the man Benny was expecting.
Benny reached for his gun not even able to raise it before getting three gunshots in his chest the pain remarkable and the blood warm.
He'd been double crossed.......and the lights were dimming as he took one last look at the man who'd killed him.
Damn you.......
Benny felt better after taking an advil, resting his head on the arm rest, and finally being able to take the Berretta handgun out of his side holster, the cold steel against his waist was really starting to become a drag.
He closed his eyes wishing that the phone would never ring and that none of this bullshit had happened in the first place but nothing could be that easy, especially for Benny. He placed the ice pack on his head which didn't work for shit on the bloody knot.
Benny slowly drifted into a deep sleep where all he could see was what happened just hours ago..... Enrico, the drug deal, the shootout, and............the kid.
Benny was woken from his sleep by the ringing of his telephone from across the room, he slowly got up and answered it.
"I'll be out in a minute" he told the receiver not bothering to give that prick Enrico a moment to respond before hanging up. Benny grabbed his coat and gun before heading out the door, bright lights of a black sedan parked outside his driveway blinding him.
He got into the backseat not bothering to look at the driver which he probably should have done in the first place.
"Hello Benny" the driver greeted him.
Benny knew this man sitting in the driver's seat but he was not the man Benny was expecting.
Benny reached for his gun not even able to raise it before getting three gunshots in his chest the pain remarkable and the blood warm.
He'd been double crossed.......and the lights were dimming as he took one last look at the man who'd killed him.
Damn you.......
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