Disclaimer - I do not own the movie 'Gone in Sixty Seconds', the characters or
anything associated with the movie. I am very upset about this but
I am learning to deal with my grief. Honestly. he, he
Author - Ferrari_Girl, aka Me! lol. Nah I'm Amy.
Rating - Dunno really, I have always been really bad at figuring this out, I guess it would be about, mm PG-13, for language and possible sexual situations. This is only a guess as I actually
have no idea yet what is going to happen in the rest of the story.
Authors Note - Okay this is my first 'Gone in sixty Seconds' fic, but so far, so good.
Also please review so I know if there is any point in continuing with
this fic, cuz if no-one likes it then there really is no point. Thanks
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Prologue
A dark man stood leaning against the wall of a broken down building. He took the cigarette from his mouth and looked at the end before taking a long drag. He looked bored. A smaller, lighter man, completely contrast to one stood against the wall, came up to him and they spoke in hushed whispers. The man dropped his cigarette to the floor and crushed it violently with the heel of his shoe. The smaller man took a few startled steps back as the darker one moved himself suddenly away from the wall. He walked not slowly and yet not fast, but with an evident purpose about his step. He was a scary sight for the smaller man who stayed a few paces behind him at all times.
The dark man opened a door into the building quietly, picking up a sharp looking object as he passed a table on his way in.
A young kid, no more than 16, was cowering in the corner of the room, waiting for his fate.
"Matthew? That your name?" He asked the kid
He nodded silently before looking at the floor again yet not before he noticed the sharp screwdriver the man before him held in his hand.
"So...Matthew, what have you been up too?"
The kid looked up
"I..."
"It was a rhetorical question." The man said sharply and quickly
The kid swallowed again and looked down at his shoes, they had never been more interesting.
The man was now twirling the screwdriver in his hand and was thoroughly making the kid nervous.
"So I trust you, you tell me you can do the job, get it done, I believe you, give you the benefit of the doubt and this is what I get"
He gestured at the car parked less than four feet away from them, it was a total write off, nothing could be done to it. It was also covered in blood and god knows what else.
"What am I supposed to do with that?"
The kid kept looking at his shoes and didn't answer
"That wasn't a rhetorical question" He said to the kid. The boy sharply looked up at the man before him
"I...I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..."
The kid didn't finish before the screwdriver was imbedded in his jugular. His eyes widened as he fell to the floor coughing and spluttering. Blood spurted from the gaping wound in his neck and the boys hand came up to stop the flow, with little effect. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and he coughed, choking on his own blood. It took a few minutes but eventually the kid went slack. Glassy eyes stared up towards the ceiling. The look on the dead boy's face was of fear and shock.
The darker man had turned around before the kid had even hit the floor and picked up grease stained rag. He wiped his hands on the rag, getting rid of any traces of blood, and turned and walked out of the building absently calling
"Clean that up"
As he left. The smaller, lighter man looked in shock and disbelief at the now dead kid on the floor. Two huge men walked into the building and started to clean up the mess left on the floor.
The smaller man walked out of the building, glad he was leaving the same way he went in, and not in a body bag.
anything associated with the movie. I am very upset about this but
I am learning to deal with my grief. Honestly. he, he
Author - Ferrari_Girl, aka Me! lol. Nah I'm Amy.
Rating - Dunno really, I have always been really bad at figuring this out, I guess it would be about, mm PG-13, for language and possible sexual situations. This is only a guess as I actually
have no idea yet what is going to happen in the rest of the story.
Authors Note - Okay this is my first 'Gone in sixty Seconds' fic, but so far, so good.
Also please review so I know if there is any point in continuing with
this fic, cuz if no-one likes it then there really is no point. Thanks
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Prologue
A dark man stood leaning against the wall of a broken down building. He took the cigarette from his mouth and looked at the end before taking a long drag. He looked bored. A smaller, lighter man, completely contrast to one stood against the wall, came up to him and they spoke in hushed whispers. The man dropped his cigarette to the floor and crushed it violently with the heel of his shoe. The smaller man took a few startled steps back as the darker one moved himself suddenly away from the wall. He walked not slowly and yet not fast, but with an evident purpose about his step. He was a scary sight for the smaller man who stayed a few paces behind him at all times.
The dark man opened a door into the building quietly, picking up a sharp looking object as he passed a table on his way in.
A young kid, no more than 16, was cowering in the corner of the room, waiting for his fate.
"Matthew? That your name?" He asked the kid
He nodded silently before looking at the floor again yet not before he noticed the sharp screwdriver the man before him held in his hand.
"So...Matthew, what have you been up too?"
The kid looked up
"I..."
"It was a rhetorical question." The man said sharply and quickly
The kid swallowed again and looked down at his shoes, they had never been more interesting.
The man was now twirling the screwdriver in his hand and was thoroughly making the kid nervous.
"So I trust you, you tell me you can do the job, get it done, I believe you, give you the benefit of the doubt and this is what I get"
He gestured at the car parked less than four feet away from them, it was a total write off, nothing could be done to it. It was also covered in blood and god knows what else.
"What am I supposed to do with that?"
The kid kept looking at his shoes and didn't answer
"That wasn't a rhetorical question" He said to the kid. The boy sharply looked up at the man before him
"I...I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..."
The kid didn't finish before the screwdriver was imbedded in his jugular. His eyes widened as he fell to the floor coughing and spluttering. Blood spurted from the gaping wound in his neck and the boys hand came up to stop the flow, with little effect. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and he coughed, choking on his own blood. It took a few minutes but eventually the kid went slack. Glassy eyes stared up towards the ceiling. The look on the dead boy's face was of fear and shock.
The darker man had turned around before the kid had even hit the floor and picked up grease stained rag. He wiped his hands on the rag, getting rid of any traces of blood, and turned and walked out of the building absently calling
"Clean that up"
As he left. The smaller, lighter man looked in shock and disbelief at the now dead kid on the floor. Two huge men walked into the building and started to clean up the mess left on the floor.
The smaller man walked out of the building, glad he was leaving the same way he went in, and not in a body bag.