Seth had glanced from left to right at the silent, boiling, sandy abyss
that he was left standing in. He had raised that gun, scratching his head
dully with the butt of it, and then letting it fall to his side. The
reality of it all suddenly hitting him in the groin, as he kicked the sand
furiously.
"FUCK!"
Seth had paced back and forth muttering and mumbling hoping, trying to come up with a suitable plan. He had then stopped looking down at the chrome firearm in his palm, his blurred reflection gazing back up at him. One bullet…Seth had pursed his lips contemplating this action, ending it all in one tiny little step. He then shook his head and smirked.
"No, no Seth, since when did you take the fucking easy way out?"
He tossed the gun in his hand a little before turning his head to the side to receive a well-earned crack in his neck and then turned his head slowly to the way Carlos had sped off to. There had to be some kind of piss-ant town nearby, hadn't there? Either way he really didn't have a choice, as he hopped over the car door and glanced at the gauge, pointing his finger solidly at it as he gunned the engine.
"Just hold out on me, ya piece a shit."
With that he was on the road again, wheels turning, miles passing, gas gauge dropping…and suddenly whatta know…The Crossroads. The story of Seth's life. The gas was running low; a wrong turn could leave him stranded in the middle of nowhere. A right turn could bring him to a town with food, drink, and hospitality. Only trouble was…there were 3 roads, Seth had been down this lane before. A decision that could make or break him. As Seth sat there darting his head from left to right, he smacked his hand on the steering wheel.
"You have got to be shitting me!"
Seth tumbled out of the Jag slamming the door behind him as he stepped to each road inspecting it with a thoughtful eye. The right road had caught his attention; it had a considerable amount of tire marks compared to the other two. That was enough to satisfy him, he would travel down the "beaten path". He flew back to the car trying to conserve as much fuel as possible and sat in it for only a moment glaring down the road he had chosen to take.
"Well, it can't get any god damn worse…"
And with that he was off like a knight to his damsel. His eyes searching constantly for any road sign, any blur of a building that may save him from a very long, horrid walk. A few moments later pity was taking on our brave soldier, a little Mexican town was only feet away from him and no sooner had he pulled into this ghost town, no sooner had he pulled over to the side of the road the engine gave it's last breath and sputtered to a deadly stop. Seth held his hands out in front of him and cocked his head slightly speaking to the car's steering wheel.
"Thaaank you."
His eyes had then trailed up to a woman walking from a hotel. She was clad in Armani with long blonde hair. Her one hand clenched a leather briefcase as the other one raised to adjust the sultry shades adorning her eyes. His eyes had trailed over to the only worthwhile car in the lot, a BMW…and she was heading straight for it. His eyes then trailed back to the woman watching her walk, the work skirt shifting from one leg to the other, as her heels clicked rhythmically on the pavement beneath her. Seth had run a hand under his chin thinking this little dish over.
He needed a car, and he need money…and this dame practically had dollar signs tattooed on her ass. Seth had looked down at the gun at his side lightly picking it up and silently flicked the safety on as he glanced around with a squint. The place was completely deserted, he'd be nuts not to take the chance while it was hot.
"Get yer shit together, Seth."
This mystery woman had made her way to the dusty ram shack that was a newspaper dispenser and popped a peso in, grabbing a Spanish newspaper. No sooner had she snapped the paper open, Seth was behind her clearing his throat.
" "scuse me."
The woman had turned her head cocking a thin eyebrow over the black orbs of her sunglasses.
"What?"
Seth had his hands folded neatly behind him his one hand clenching the hand cannon, as the other one lifted to point at the Jag across the way.
"It seems my battery is dead. Would it be much trouble if I were to ask you for a jump?"
Seth had flashed her that pearly white trademark grin of his. The woman had slowly folded the newspaper and pursed her lips at this "witty" excuse for a male.
"Sorry, but I don't have any cables."
The woman had turned her back on him…a big mistake as she had then felt the butt of a gun shoving harshly into her back, and Seth's deep rumbling voice by her ear.
"That's alright. I just need you and your car."
The woman let out a full-blown sigh, and glanced at her watch.
"Do that again and I might just have to blow your pretty little hand off. Now listen to me. We're going to get in the car…you're going to drive and I am getting into the passenger side. This gun will never leave the aim of your head. If you try to run, I will shoot you. If you talk, I will shoot you. If you so much as try and pick your ass, I will shoot you. Now nod your head if you understand."
The woman had nodded her head, Seth had noticed how unbelievably calm she was for being kidnapped but paid it no heed.
"Alright, let's do this."
Seth had slowly pulled the gun from her back moving to her side still having the gun aimed at her as he motioned with the pistol for her to move to the car door as she did and took out her keys. The move went rather smoothly as they both slipped into the black leather seats. The woman revved the engine and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as Seth watched her mannerisms and let the gun rest on his knee still pointed at her.
"Alright now your going to pull out of here…slowly, and you're going to get on that road. And you're going to drive, and then you're going to keep driving, because you and I have to have a little conversation, o-k?"
The woman hadn't made a peep as she gunned the engine and pulled out of the space speeding down to the road. Seth had rubbed his chin again and ran a hand through his hair, then tossed his glance over her way.
"Let's get the bullshit out of the way…what's your name?"
The woman had smirked at the way he had called the usual conversation, bullshit. Because really that's all it was, now wasn't it?
"Candy."
She had said a lie, and Seth knew it as his jaw squared.
"Look, doll…I'm not somebody you want to fuck with. I've shot women with much bigger tits then you have. Now…your name."
She had tossed him a glare at the comment he had made, what exactly did he mean by that vulgarity? Of course, she gave in…she actually just didn't feel like arguing.
"Eva. Eva Campbell."
"Well, Eva…I'm Seth…and you and I from here on out are bosom fucking buddies."
The Seth Files…WILL CONTINUE
"FUCK!"
Seth had paced back and forth muttering and mumbling hoping, trying to come up with a suitable plan. He had then stopped looking down at the chrome firearm in his palm, his blurred reflection gazing back up at him. One bullet…Seth had pursed his lips contemplating this action, ending it all in one tiny little step. He then shook his head and smirked.
"No, no Seth, since when did you take the fucking easy way out?"
He tossed the gun in his hand a little before turning his head to the side to receive a well-earned crack in his neck and then turned his head slowly to the way Carlos had sped off to. There had to be some kind of piss-ant town nearby, hadn't there? Either way he really didn't have a choice, as he hopped over the car door and glanced at the gauge, pointing his finger solidly at it as he gunned the engine.
"Just hold out on me, ya piece a shit."
With that he was on the road again, wheels turning, miles passing, gas gauge dropping…and suddenly whatta know…The Crossroads. The story of Seth's life. The gas was running low; a wrong turn could leave him stranded in the middle of nowhere. A right turn could bring him to a town with food, drink, and hospitality. Only trouble was…there were 3 roads, Seth had been down this lane before. A decision that could make or break him. As Seth sat there darting his head from left to right, he smacked his hand on the steering wheel.
"You have got to be shitting me!"
Seth tumbled out of the Jag slamming the door behind him as he stepped to each road inspecting it with a thoughtful eye. The right road had caught his attention; it had a considerable amount of tire marks compared to the other two. That was enough to satisfy him, he would travel down the "beaten path". He flew back to the car trying to conserve as much fuel as possible and sat in it for only a moment glaring down the road he had chosen to take.
"Well, it can't get any god damn worse…"
And with that he was off like a knight to his damsel. His eyes searching constantly for any road sign, any blur of a building that may save him from a very long, horrid walk. A few moments later pity was taking on our brave soldier, a little Mexican town was only feet away from him and no sooner had he pulled into this ghost town, no sooner had he pulled over to the side of the road the engine gave it's last breath and sputtered to a deadly stop. Seth held his hands out in front of him and cocked his head slightly speaking to the car's steering wheel.
"Thaaank you."
His eyes had then trailed up to a woman walking from a hotel. She was clad in Armani with long blonde hair. Her one hand clenched a leather briefcase as the other one raised to adjust the sultry shades adorning her eyes. His eyes had trailed over to the only worthwhile car in the lot, a BMW…and she was heading straight for it. His eyes then trailed back to the woman watching her walk, the work skirt shifting from one leg to the other, as her heels clicked rhythmically on the pavement beneath her. Seth had run a hand under his chin thinking this little dish over.
He needed a car, and he need money…and this dame practically had dollar signs tattooed on her ass. Seth had looked down at the gun at his side lightly picking it up and silently flicked the safety on as he glanced around with a squint. The place was completely deserted, he'd be nuts not to take the chance while it was hot.
"Get yer shit together, Seth."
This mystery woman had made her way to the dusty ram shack that was a newspaper dispenser and popped a peso in, grabbing a Spanish newspaper. No sooner had she snapped the paper open, Seth was behind her clearing his throat.
" "scuse me."
The woman had turned her head cocking a thin eyebrow over the black orbs of her sunglasses.
"What?"
Seth had his hands folded neatly behind him his one hand clenching the hand cannon, as the other one lifted to point at the Jag across the way.
"It seems my battery is dead. Would it be much trouble if I were to ask you for a jump?"
Seth had flashed her that pearly white trademark grin of his. The woman had slowly folded the newspaper and pursed her lips at this "witty" excuse for a male.
"Sorry, but I don't have any cables."
The woman had turned her back on him…a big mistake as she had then felt the butt of a gun shoving harshly into her back, and Seth's deep rumbling voice by her ear.
"That's alright. I just need you and your car."
The woman let out a full-blown sigh, and glanced at her watch.
"Do that again and I might just have to blow your pretty little hand off. Now listen to me. We're going to get in the car…you're going to drive and I am getting into the passenger side. This gun will never leave the aim of your head. If you try to run, I will shoot you. If you talk, I will shoot you. If you so much as try and pick your ass, I will shoot you. Now nod your head if you understand."
The woman had nodded her head, Seth had noticed how unbelievably calm she was for being kidnapped but paid it no heed.
"Alright, let's do this."
Seth had slowly pulled the gun from her back moving to her side still having the gun aimed at her as he motioned with the pistol for her to move to the car door as she did and took out her keys. The move went rather smoothly as they both slipped into the black leather seats. The woman revved the engine and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as Seth watched her mannerisms and let the gun rest on his knee still pointed at her.
"Alright now your going to pull out of here…slowly, and you're going to get on that road. And you're going to drive, and then you're going to keep driving, because you and I have to have a little conversation, o-k?"
The woman hadn't made a peep as she gunned the engine and pulled out of the space speeding down to the road. Seth had rubbed his chin again and ran a hand through his hair, then tossed his glance over her way.
"Let's get the bullshit out of the way…what's your name?"
The woman had smirked at the way he had called the usual conversation, bullshit. Because really that's all it was, now wasn't it?
"Candy."
She had said a lie, and Seth knew it as his jaw squared.
"Look, doll…I'm not somebody you want to fuck with. I've shot women with much bigger tits then you have. Now…your name."
She had tossed him a glare at the comment he had made, what exactly did he mean by that vulgarity? Of course, she gave in…she actually just didn't feel like arguing.
"Eva. Eva Campbell."
"Well, Eva…I'm Seth…and you and I from here on out are bosom fucking buddies."
The Seth Files…WILL CONTINUE