AN: Ach! I would have posted this four days ago but I had to give it
time to settle. I hate doing the hot-off-the-press thing.
Three Shots: Echos in the Gun
"Damn it! Let me go!" Quatre struggled against the bonds that strapped him to the confiscated hospital bed.
The room was dimly lit. The bare thirty watt ceiling bulb cast flickering shadows between the slats of shelves. The room was full of them. Their racks housing used machinery covered in ages of dust.
To Quatre the room was filled with aging thoughts and worn feelings. Ideas so used that they had long sense been forgotten or pushed away. The air was filled with decay. Rotting, festering emotions and memories gone untreated far to long.
Quatre's bed was pushed into a corner, almost untouched by the light. His left arm and hand were wrapped in strips of cloth and his wrists were chafed from struggling against the metal clasps holding him to the bed. He was dressed in a plain blue hospital gown splattered randomly with blood.
Two people stood a short distance away arguing in hushed voices.
"What the hell waz goin' through your head JJ?" the man's voice was a low whisper, "Didja even think about whatcha were doin at all?" the taller of the two whispered, "I mean hell! We all know you're a phyco but we didn't know you were a fuckin' fruit too!"
The man named JJ whipped a blade from his jacket and had it against the taller man's throat in less than a second, "A fruit huh? Say Jack, how's you baby's mamma doin? Eve' found out who messed the bitch up?"
"You little bastard! You-" the man cut himself off and glared at the brunette.
Another man who Quatre had heard walk in voiced his opinion, "If you two are going to kill each other do it on your own time. Right now you're wasting mine. What did you call me for?"
The man named JJ stepped forward and his blade disappeared, "Leo! I wazn't 'xpectin' you to come in person."
The man stared at JJ. He recognized something about him but couldn't figure out from where.
"We have somthin' that might interest one of your friends. Nielson, that whore dealer, I was wondering if he would buy this little thing off." he jerked a thumb back at Quatre's bed.
The blonde glanced at Quatre a brief sweep of his hardened eyes, "The cops have been giving Ed trouble. He isn't accepting sales right now."
JJ shifted from one foot to the other nervously, "Would anyone else wanna buy him? I'm sure you know of some people that enjoy him." he was desperate, Quatre was to hot to keep, he wanted to dump the boy on someone else.
The blonde took a long look at the blood splattered hospital gown, his eyes pressing into Quatre "I think I could take him off your hands."
Jack spoke, "What'll you pay?" JJ glared at him.
Leo shrugged, looking much like a cat, "One hundred." he put forth, not meaning it, just placing a bid.
"What? You can get a blow for more than that. Three hundred." Jack demanded.
"Two fifty. He's barely worth one fifty if he's straight, and he's damaged. It's plenty more than he's worth." Leo reasoned.
"The bitch is fine. He just got a little cut up." Jack smiled, "An' he ain't straight, he loves to take it up the ass."
"Tsch." Leo was unconvinced.
"Fine, Two fifty." JJ said irritated, his right eye began to twitch and jump around the room. Leo pulled out a wallet, flashing a very dangerous looking gun as he swept back his trench coat. Leo passed the bills to JJ.
Quatre jumped as a cloth was swept over his mouth and nose. He shook his head from side to side. He needed to see where he was going if he was going to get away. He pulled against the handcuffs and heard the metal protesting. He was running out of oxygen, he needed to breath.
The left cuff snapped and he jerked. Sevoflurane and oxygen rushed into his lungs. His eyes rolled back into his head. He struggled against the anesthetic, but all he found was darkness.
AN: A new writing style. Do you like it?
Three Shots: Echos in the Gun
"Damn it! Let me go!" Quatre struggled against the bonds that strapped him to the confiscated hospital bed.
The room was dimly lit. The bare thirty watt ceiling bulb cast flickering shadows between the slats of shelves. The room was full of them. Their racks housing used machinery covered in ages of dust.
To Quatre the room was filled with aging thoughts and worn feelings. Ideas so used that they had long sense been forgotten or pushed away. The air was filled with decay. Rotting, festering emotions and memories gone untreated far to long.
Quatre's bed was pushed into a corner, almost untouched by the light. His left arm and hand were wrapped in strips of cloth and his wrists were chafed from struggling against the metal clasps holding him to the bed. He was dressed in a plain blue hospital gown splattered randomly with blood.
Two people stood a short distance away arguing in hushed voices.
"What the hell waz goin' through your head JJ?" the man's voice was a low whisper, "Didja even think about whatcha were doin at all?" the taller of the two whispered, "I mean hell! We all know you're a phyco but we didn't know you were a fuckin' fruit too!"
The man named JJ whipped a blade from his jacket and had it against the taller man's throat in less than a second, "A fruit huh? Say Jack, how's you baby's mamma doin? Eve' found out who messed the bitch up?"
"You little bastard! You-" the man cut himself off and glared at the brunette.
Another man who Quatre had heard walk in voiced his opinion, "If you two are going to kill each other do it on your own time. Right now you're wasting mine. What did you call me for?"
The man named JJ stepped forward and his blade disappeared, "Leo! I wazn't 'xpectin' you to come in person."
The man stared at JJ. He recognized something about him but couldn't figure out from where.
"We have somthin' that might interest one of your friends. Nielson, that whore dealer, I was wondering if he would buy this little thing off." he jerked a thumb back at Quatre's bed.
The blonde glanced at Quatre a brief sweep of his hardened eyes, "The cops have been giving Ed trouble. He isn't accepting sales right now."
JJ shifted from one foot to the other nervously, "Would anyone else wanna buy him? I'm sure you know of some people that enjoy him." he was desperate, Quatre was to hot to keep, he wanted to dump the boy on someone else.
The blonde took a long look at the blood splattered hospital gown, his eyes pressing into Quatre "I think I could take him off your hands."
Jack spoke, "What'll you pay?" JJ glared at him.
Leo shrugged, looking much like a cat, "One hundred." he put forth, not meaning it, just placing a bid.
"What? You can get a blow for more than that. Three hundred." Jack demanded.
"Two fifty. He's barely worth one fifty if he's straight, and he's damaged. It's plenty more than he's worth." Leo reasoned.
"The bitch is fine. He just got a little cut up." Jack smiled, "An' he ain't straight, he loves to take it up the ass."
"Tsch." Leo was unconvinced.
"Fine, Two fifty." JJ said irritated, his right eye began to twitch and jump around the room. Leo pulled out a wallet, flashing a very dangerous looking gun as he swept back his trench coat. Leo passed the bills to JJ.
Quatre jumped as a cloth was swept over his mouth and nose. He shook his head from side to side. He needed to see where he was going if he was going to get away. He pulled against the handcuffs and heard the metal protesting. He was running out of oxygen, he needed to breath.
The left cuff snapped and he jerked. Sevoflurane and oxygen rushed into his lungs. His eyes rolled back into his head. He struggled against the anesthetic, but all he found was darkness.
AN: A new writing style. Do you like it?