Fight of the Saints
"After all that we've been through together, did you picture it ending any differently?" Tyler says it with a certainty that he'd orchestrated this whole thing.
Conner and Murphy sat on their knees. Their hands and feet were bound with dirty cloth, and their mouths were gagged with the same cloth. Their shirts are torn and blood soaked, matching their faces. Both men just stare up at Tyler with blank eyes.
"Think of what we're going to do with each other now. The infamous warriors of the weak, and the most notorious urban terrorist in world, finally coming together in this great moment." Tyler says. "Our moment."
Conner tries to utter something through the cloth, but it comes out as muffled jibber. Murphy tries to yell something, but it's just as useless.
Tyler reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of pennies. He tosses them back and forth in his hands as he moved over to the window of the bar and peaked out.
"Just got to wait on one more guest, and the five of us can begin."
Tyler was of course referring to me as the fifth guest. The fifth wheel as it were. The man caught in the middle of the most epic battle of good and evil in our lifetime, but the catalyst as well.
Looking at it from that perspective, I could almost take credit away from Tyler for having brought him here in the first place. I'll bring that up to him the next time we talk.
"Here she comes." Tyler says.
Of course she does. Marla singer has a knack for getting entangled with me in my times of trouble.
Marla opens the door and is instantly grabbed up by Tyler. He puts a gun to her head and tells her to drop to her knees.
"We're ready to take this town down."
This is a very short chapter. If I get a good response from this, I will continue. I might not be a great writer, but what I lack in my literary skills, I make up for with a love of attention. So, I need comments to keep going. If this makes you want to read more, let me know!