Carrie's Story
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She lowered the gun. The man across from her stood silently, his eyes a blank glare. He tried to take a step forward, but his knees gave out and he collapsed to the ground in a heaving bloody heap. He reached for his gun which lay on the floor in front of him, but his arm dropped in front of him, lifeless. Marcus stepped out of the shadows, a look of acceptance on his face.
"Good. Now I can trust you. We can get down to business." Marcus sat down at the table in the corner of the room.
Carrie looked secure on the outside, but inside she was breaking apart. Her stomach a tight knot from what she had done, her heart pumping too blood to the head, and her nerves beginning to spark and ignite. She tried to move, but she just stood there with a fake look of confidence on her face.
"It's a simple kidnapping job. My informant, who just happens to be the guy you just shot, told me that a man by the name of Harris Gall was checking into the hotel across town. Your job is to get up there, get this guy, and bring him back here. Couldn't be any more simple." Marcus explained, lighting up a cigar.
"Am I going alone?" She asked, still shaking inside.
Marcus put the cigar down. "No, you're going to be going with one of my men. His name is Tobey, he's new at this. I want you to take him along, show him the ropes. Stuff like that. Just make sure he stays out of my hair." Marcus laughed at his last comment.
"And where is he?" She asked hastily.
"He's waiting for you outside, red car. He'll know who you are, and where you're going. Let him drive." Marcus spoke back with the cigar in his mouth.
She nodded and began to walk towards the door. Marcus's voice bellowed behind her. "If you manage to fucking fail this thing, I'll have your head on a platter. Just something to think about."
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"Ok, here are the ground rules. I'm your boss, you listen to me. You do what I tell you. If I tell you to jump out a window, you jump out that fucking window." Carrie explained to Tobey.
"Would if the window is on the 129th floor?" Tobey quickly replied, not being sarcastic.
"I was being hypothetical, I'm not making you jump out a window."Carried replied, shocked at Tobey's idiocy.
"Okay. I have a question. Do I have to shoot anyone?" Tobey questioned, his brow furrowed.
"I don't know. Let's just go and do this thing."Carrie replied angirly, reaching for the car door.
"Should I take my gun? Or maybe I should just take a knife. A sharp knife. Or I could just tape a knife to the gun. You know, like a bayonet. That's be pretty awsome."Tobey was enthusastic at the end, thrilled about talking about bayonets.
Carrie sighed."Just go inside the hotel."
Tobey and Carrie walked out into the street, the sun beat down on them. Tobey put on a pair of sunglasses, making him look more ridiculous than before. Carrie held her head down and sighed, Tobey looked shocked. He thought they looked good. They both pushed the doors open for the hotel, and walked into the lobby. It was pretty busy, looked like a lot of rich bastards to Carrie. She motioned for Tobey to go over to the desk, and she waltzed over to the elevator.
Tobey walked over to the counter, and casually leaned against the side of it, trying to act cool. Carrie tried not to laugh, Tobey was about as suave as a rock. She couldn't tell what he was saying, but it seemed to be working because the clerk looked sympathetic. A few seconds later, the clerk disappeared underneath the desk, and rose once again, key in hand. Tobey looked towards Carrie and grinned, holding up the key. She nodded, although she had already seen it.
Tobey walked up to her. "Did you see that? My charm got that key. I was so fucking cool, I had suavness dripping out of the poors in my head."
"Uhhh...yeah. Let's just get up to the room."Carrie dryly replied, pushing the button on the elevator.
The elevator doors slid open, and the two criminals walked inside. "So...pretty good weather today, huh?" Tobey commented as the elevator began to move.
"Shut up." She replied quickly.
The doors opened again, and the two walked into the hallway. Tobey walked over to the door, and stuck the key in the lock. Carrie casually checked the hallway for anyone watching, and then walked into the newly opened room. Tobey reached for the lock on the door, but Carrie held his arm back. "Leave the door open. We'll let him come in."
Tobey nodded and threw the key onto the dresser next to the door. He quietly chuckled, and then ran across the room and lept onto the bed. "Oh man, this matress is soft. What do you think's in here? Maybe they stuff it with feathers. I heard that works well."
Carrie shook her head in disbelief. "We're about to kidnap a guy, and you're trying to figure out what's in the matress?"
"What? My bed at home is really hurting my back. Maybe you'll get to see it, if you know what I mean." Tobey replied, arching his eyebrows up and down.
"If I ever wake up in your bed, I'll fucking kill myself." She quickly spoke back, not joking.
There was a bumb against the wall outside. Someone had propped up against it. Carrie and Tobey looked towards each other, and Carrie motioned towards the bathroom. "Hide in there, close the door. When he goes in there, I'll get him."
Tobey entred the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Carrie turned off the lights and dropped to the floor on her knees. She pinched herself hard in the arm, trying to get some tears to come out of her eyes. She had to play the part. The door to the room clicked open, and someone walked in.
"Who the fuck is in here?" The man screamed into the room.
Carrie moved a little, creating a noise. The man shot three times towards her, hitting the window behind her with all the bullets. The man began to look around the room, looking for someone. He saw Carrie lying on the ground, and aimed his gun at her.
"Who are you?" The man asked, picking up Carrie by the wrist.
Carrie let out a fake sob. "P-Please don't hurt me!"
The man sighed and lowered his gun. "Well, I won't hurt you if you tell me who let you in here. Where's the guy claiming to be Harris Gall?"
Carrie could feel the fake tears running down her face. "I-In the bathroom."
The man turned his head, looking towards the bathroom. He slowly edged towards it, his gun resting in his two hands. He began to turn the knob. Carrie stopped the sobbing, and grinned. She had him right where she wanted him. She grabbed the lamp sitting on the small desk beside her, and walked behind the man. She raised it over her head, and dropped it on the top of his skull. He let out a grunt, and fell quickly to the ground.
Carrie smiled, and dropped the lamp to the ground. She reached out, and turned the doorknob. The door slightly opened, and a loud bang went off. She fell backwards, a burning sensation in her stomach. She looked up to see a gun pointing out of the bathroom, the barrell smoking. She whimpered, and fell backwards onto the bed. "Wow, this is a soft matress" was her last thought.
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She lowered the gun. The man across from her stood silently, his eyes a blank glare. He tried to take a step forward, but his knees gave out and he collapsed to the ground in a heaving bloody heap. He reached for his gun which lay on the floor in front of him, but his arm dropped in front of him, lifeless. Marcus stepped out of the shadows, a look of acceptance on his face.
"Good. Now I can trust you. We can get down to business." Marcus sat down at the table in the corner of the room.
Carrie looked secure on the outside, but inside she was breaking apart. Her stomach a tight knot from what she had done, her heart pumping too blood to the head, and her nerves beginning to spark and ignite. She tried to move, but she just stood there with a fake look of confidence on her face.
"It's a simple kidnapping job. My informant, who just happens to be the guy you just shot, told me that a man by the name of Harris Gall was checking into the hotel across town. Your job is to get up there, get this guy, and bring him back here. Couldn't be any more simple." Marcus explained, lighting up a cigar.
"Am I going alone?" She asked, still shaking inside.
Marcus put the cigar down. "No, you're going to be going with one of my men. His name is Tobey, he's new at this. I want you to take him along, show him the ropes. Stuff like that. Just make sure he stays out of my hair." Marcus laughed at his last comment.
"And where is he?" She asked hastily.
"He's waiting for you outside, red car. He'll know who you are, and where you're going. Let him drive." Marcus spoke back with the cigar in his mouth.
She nodded and began to walk towards the door. Marcus's voice bellowed behind her. "If you manage to fucking fail this thing, I'll have your head on a platter. Just something to think about."
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"Ok, here are the ground rules. I'm your boss, you listen to me. You do what I tell you. If I tell you to jump out a window, you jump out that fucking window." Carrie explained to Tobey.
"Would if the window is on the 129th floor?" Tobey quickly replied, not being sarcastic.
"I was being hypothetical, I'm not making you jump out a window."Carried replied, shocked at Tobey's idiocy.
"Okay. I have a question. Do I have to shoot anyone?" Tobey questioned, his brow furrowed.
"I don't know. Let's just go and do this thing."Carrie replied angirly, reaching for the car door.
"Should I take my gun? Or maybe I should just take a knife. A sharp knife. Or I could just tape a knife to the gun. You know, like a bayonet. That's be pretty awsome."Tobey was enthusastic at the end, thrilled about talking about bayonets.
Carrie sighed."Just go inside the hotel."
Tobey and Carrie walked out into the street, the sun beat down on them. Tobey put on a pair of sunglasses, making him look more ridiculous than before. Carrie held her head down and sighed, Tobey looked shocked. He thought they looked good. They both pushed the doors open for the hotel, and walked into the lobby. It was pretty busy, looked like a lot of rich bastards to Carrie. She motioned for Tobey to go over to the desk, and she waltzed over to the elevator.
Tobey walked over to the counter, and casually leaned against the side of it, trying to act cool. Carrie tried not to laugh, Tobey was about as suave as a rock. She couldn't tell what he was saying, but it seemed to be working because the clerk looked sympathetic. A few seconds later, the clerk disappeared underneath the desk, and rose once again, key in hand. Tobey looked towards Carrie and grinned, holding up the key. She nodded, although she had already seen it.
Tobey walked up to her. "Did you see that? My charm got that key. I was so fucking cool, I had suavness dripping out of the poors in my head."
"Uhhh...yeah. Let's just get up to the room."Carrie dryly replied, pushing the button on the elevator.
The elevator doors slid open, and the two criminals walked inside. "So...pretty good weather today, huh?" Tobey commented as the elevator began to move.
"Shut up." She replied quickly.
The doors opened again, and the two walked into the hallway. Tobey walked over to the door, and stuck the key in the lock. Carrie casually checked the hallway for anyone watching, and then walked into the newly opened room. Tobey reached for the lock on the door, but Carrie held his arm back. "Leave the door open. We'll let him come in."
Tobey nodded and threw the key onto the dresser next to the door. He quietly chuckled, and then ran across the room and lept onto the bed. "Oh man, this matress is soft. What do you think's in here? Maybe they stuff it with feathers. I heard that works well."
Carrie shook her head in disbelief. "We're about to kidnap a guy, and you're trying to figure out what's in the matress?"
"What? My bed at home is really hurting my back. Maybe you'll get to see it, if you know what I mean." Tobey replied, arching his eyebrows up and down.
"If I ever wake up in your bed, I'll fucking kill myself." She quickly spoke back, not joking.
There was a bumb against the wall outside. Someone had propped up against it. Carrie and Tobey looked towards each other, and Carrie motioned towards the bathroom. "Hide in there, close the door. When he goes in there, I'll get him."
Tobey entred the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Carrie turned off the lights and dropped to the floor on her knees. She pinched herself hard in the arm, trying to get some tears to come out of her eyes. She had to play the part. The door to the room clicked open, and someone walked in.
"Who the fuck is in here?" The man screamed into the room.
Carrie moved a little, creating a noise. The man shot three times towards her, hitting the window behind her with all the bullets. The man began to look around the room, looking for someone. He saw Carrie lying on the ground, and aimed his gun at her.
"Who are you?" The man asked, picking up Carrie by the wrist.
Carrie let out a fake sob. "P-Please don't hurt me!"
The man sighed and lowered his gun. "Well, I won't hurt you if you tell me who let you in here. Where's the guy claiming to be Harris Gall?"
Carrie could feel the fake tears running down her face. "I-In the bathroom."
The man turned his head, looking towards the bathroom. He slowly edged towards it, his gun resting in his two hands. He began to turn the knob. Carrie stopped the sobbing, and grinned. She had him right where she wanted him. She grabbed the lamp sitting on the small desk beside her, and walked behind the man. She raised it over her head, and dropped it on the top of his skull. He let out a grunt, and fell quickly to the ground.
Carrie smiled, and dropped the lamp to the ground. She reached out, and turned the doorknob. The door slightly opened, and a loud bang went off. She fell backwards, a burning sensation in her stomach. She looked up to see a gun pointing out of the bathroom, the barrell smoking. She whimpered, and fell backwards onto the bed. "Wow, this is a soft matress" was her last thought.