Just to get all complications out of the way…Seth Gecko and Carlos and all
dialogue related to the movie From Dusk Till Dawn are only being used for
entertainment purposes only…in no way am I looking to "screw" the original
writers, Thank You
Seth had slid the blood stained jacket off tossing it aside as he dug his fingers into the green leaves that lie in the black briefcase. Grabbing a handful of them and tossing them without so much as a glance to Kate. Seth had looked down to the desert sand before releasing words that barely meant anything after what just happened.
"I'm sorry."
Kate had smirked slightly at this comment that had just slipped Seth's lips. He's sorry? Is that all he had to say after what just happened…my entire family is dead, doesn't he realize this? But no…she'd keep her cool, and return the "favor"
"Yeah, I'm sorry too."
Seth had nodded without tossing her a glance still, as he simply and blankly shut the briefcase.
"Goodbye Kate."
Kate couldn't resist the urge she had so been willing to ask, what had she left, besides a lousy ol' motor home?
"Seth…you need some company?"
Seth had sighed at the words he hoped he'd be able to escape from hearing and looked over to her for the first time since they left the place with squinting eyes from the blazing desert sun.
"Kate do you know where I'm going…do you know what El Rey is?"
Kate had looked shocked at the reply she was not expecting.
"No."
"Go home Kate."
Seth had said without another glance and hopped into the '90 Jag that Carlos had so
"graciously" bestowed upon him.
"I may be a bastard, but I'm not a fucking bastard."
A phrase that could've been taken in more then one way, but no sooner had he spoken them then the sand was flying beneath his tires as he headed down the long winding desert road behind Carlos's Mercedes.
Seth glanced about at the interior of the car…wishing he had a nice hard drink to swig down during this long journey. His eyes had caught up with the gas gauge…there was BARELY half a tank in the fucking thing.
Seth had glanced up at the white car in front of him with a shake of the head, seeing as he really didn't see how much he expected from a man such as Carlos.
"Son of a bitch."
No sooner had the comment left his lips, the car in front of him came to a stand still, and Seth stopped close behind them with a cock of the eyebrow as he shifted her into park, watching with judgmental eyes as one of Carlos's "goons" as he liked to call them, walked over to his car.
"We have a bit of a problem."
Seth looked from the Mercedes to the man at his side knowing something wasn't right the situation just didn't smell right.
"Oh?"
The man had taken from behind his back a chromed Desert Eagle pressing the tip of it into Seth's forehead, Seth hearing the click of the hammer as the man cocked the gun.
Seth just continued to look at the man with the same look he had previously, the thought of him actually pulling the trigger and his brains being all over the back of this nice upholstery hadn't even occurred to him.
Seth had let the left side of his mouth curl into a grin,
"Now ya know…I really thought that you wouldn't be stupid enough to try that."
Seth had then in one swift move grabbed the armed hand and pushed it forward hitting the man dumbfoundedly with his own fist, as he hopped out of the car now having the Desert Eagle in his own hand and stood in that criminal like stance firmly holding the gun to the man's head.
Carlos had immerged from the vehicle with his number one sharp shooter trailing directly behind him baring a Remington Shotgun aimed directly at Seth and the large gun's cocking noise made Seth's head turn with a stern look.
Carlos had looked almost sympathetically, but then his thick mustache curled up as his face formed into a smile.
"Now Seth, I don't want to have to shoot you. So, let's just do this the easy way…ok compadre?"
Seth had looked completely confused for a moment…how was this happening? Everything was going so well…they crossed the border, they were free of everything. Then strippers ended up being vampires, they killed his brother, and now it seemed he wasn't even going to get anything out of Carlos. Yeah, what he needed right now was a good, stiff drink.
"Carlos, give me one God damn reason why I shouldn't shoot you, right now."
Seth had turned his aim from the idiotic excuse for a man and played it on Carlos, the sharp shooter starting to slowly press the trigger and Carlos grabbed his arm waving him off for now.
"Because 'dis man Seth…he'd shoot you faster then it take you to get a woody at a strip joint, my friend."
Seth under reasons unknown to him…perhaps feeling pity for himself, feeling for his life blankly lowered the gun as Carlos signaled to the sharpshooter. The man like a pro circling around Seth keeping his eyes on him at all costs as he reached into the Jag and grabbed the briefcase tossing it over to Carlos. Seth had looked down at his gun then up at Carlos with a squint.
"Why are you doing this, Carlos?"
Carlos smirked and held his hands out to his sides the briefcase dangling from his fingers
"Because I want nothing but your happiness Seth."
Carlos had motioned to the other 2 men.
"Vamanos!"
Seth watched still in a daze as the 2 men piled into the expensive luxury car, Carlos slipped his hat on before setting a foot into the car and turned to Seth a final time.
"I wish you nothing but the best."
Carlos let out an award winning "Cheech" laugh as he slipped into the car's leather seats and Seth watched that white blur speed off and he had raised the gun for a moment as if he were going to shoot at it but he didn't. He had lifted his arm to his face wiping a bit of the sweat that had formed at his brow from the excessive heat and he looked about him. Less then a half a tank of gas, no money…he popped out the magazine in the gun…ONE BULLET, and in the middle of nowhere, God knows how far civilization is from this point on. Seth had given a little sniff from the sweat that spotted his lower lip and looked at the gun, glanced up at the sun that's rays beat down on him and there was only one word he could use to describe how he felt at this precise moment.
"Fuck."
The Seth Files…WILL CONTINUE
Seth had slid the blood stained jacket off tossing it aside as he dug his fingers into the green leaves that lie in the black briefcase. Grabbing a handful of them and tossing them without so much as a glance to Kate. Seth had looked down to the desert sand before releasing words that barely meant anything after what just happened.
"I'm sorry."
Kate had smirked slightly at this comment that had just slipped Seth's lips. He's sorry? Is that all he had to say after what just happened…my entire family is dead, doesn't he realize this? But no…she'd keep her cool, and return the "favor"
"Yeah, I'm sorry too."
Seth had nodded without tossing her a glance still, as he simply and blankly shut the briefcase.
"Goodbye Kate."
Kate couldn't resist the urge she had so been willing to ask, what had she left, besides a lousy ol' motor home?
"Seth…you need some company?"
Seth had sighed at the words he hoped he'd be able to escape from hearing and looked over to her for the first time since they left the place with squinting eyes from the blazing desert sun.
"Kate do you know where I'm going…do you know what El Rey is?"
Kate had looked shocked at the reply she was not expecting.
"No."
"Go home Kate."
Seth had said without another glance and hopped into the '90 Jag that Carlos had so
"graciously" bestowed upon him.
"I may be a bastard, but I'm not a fucking bastard."
A phrase that could've been taken in more then one way, but no sooner had he spoken them then the sand was flying beneath his tires as he headed down the long winding desert road behind Carlos's Mercedes.
Seth glanced about at the interior of the car…wishing he had a nice hard drink to swig down during this long journey. His eyes had caught up with the gas gauge…there was BARELY half a tank in the fucking thing.
Seth had glanced up at the white car in front of him with a shake of the head, seeing as he really didn't see how much he expected from a man such as Carlos.
"Son of a bitch."
No sooner had the comment left his lips, the car in front of him came to a stand still, and Seth stopped close behind them with a cock of the eyebrow as he shifted her into park, watching with judgmental eyes as one of Carlos's "goons" as he liked to call them, walked over to his car.
"We have a bit of a problem."
Seth looked from the Mercedes to the man at his side knowing something wasn't right the situation just didn't smell right.
"Oh?"
The man had taken from behind his back a chromed Desert Eagle pressing the tip of it into Seth's forehead, Seth hearing the click of the hammer as the man cocked the gun.
Seth just continued to look at the man with the same look he had previously, the thought of him actually pulling the trigger and his brains being all over the back of this nice upholstery hadn't even occurred to him.
Seth had let the left side of his mouth curl into a grin,
"Now ya know…I really thought that you wouldn't be stupid enough to try that."
Seth had then in one swift move grabbed the armed hand and pushed it forward hitting the man dumbfoundedly with his own fist, as he hopped out of the car now having the Desert Eagle in his own hand and stood in that criminal like stance firmly holding the gun to the man's head.
Carlos had immerged from the vehicle with his number one sharp shooter trailing directly behind him baring a Remington Shotgun aimed directly at Seth and the large gun's cocking noise made Seth's head turn with a stern look.
Carlos had looked almost sympathetically, but then his thick mustache curled up as his face formed into a smile.
"Now Seth, I don't want to have to shoot you. So, let's just do this the easy way…ok compadre?"
Seth had looked completely confused for a moment…how was this happening? Everything was going so well…they crossed the border, they were free of everything. Then strippers ended up being vampires, they killed his brother, and now it seemed he wasn't even going to get anything out of Carlos. Yeah, what he needed right now was a good, stiff drink.
"Carlos, give me one God damn reason why I shouldn't shoot you, right now."
Seth had turned his aim from the idiotic excuse for a man and played it on Carlos, the sharp shooter starting to slowly press the trigger and Carlos grabbed his arm waving him off for now.
"Because 'dis man Seth…he'd shoot you faster then it take you to get a woody at a strip joint, my friend."
Seth under reasons unknown to him…perhaps feeling pity for himself, feeling for his life blankly lowered the gun as Carlos signaled to the sharpshooter. The man like a pro circling around Seth keeping his eyes on him at all costs as he reached into the Jag and grabbed the briefcase tossing it over to Carlos. Seth had looked down at his gun then up at Carlos with a squint.
"Why are you doing this, Carlos?"
Carlos smirked and held his hands out to his sides the briefcase dangling from his fingers
"Because I want nothing but your happiness Seth."
Carlos had motioned to the other 2 men.
"Vamanos!"
Seth watched still in a daze as the 2 men piled into the expensive luxury car, Carlos slipped his hat on before setting a foot into the car and turned to Seth a final time.
"I wish you nothing but the best."
Carlos let out an award winning "Cheech" laugh as he slipped into the car's leather seats and Seth watched that white blur speed off and he had raised the gun for a moment as if he were going to shoot at it but he didn't. He had lifted his arm to his face wiping a bit of the sweat that had formed at his brow from the excessive heat and he looked about him. Less then a half a tank of gas, no money…he popped out the magazine in the gun…ONE BULLET, and in the middle of nowhere, God knows how far civilization is from this point on. Seth had given a little sniff from the sweat that spotted his lower lip and looked at the gun, glanced up at the sun that's rays beat down on him and there was only one word he could use to describe how he felt at this precise moment.
"Fuck."
The Seth Files…WILL CONTINUE