Chapter IV
Screams echoed loudly in my head. My vision was blurred and wavy. I could see myself at a bank holding a Spaz-12 shotgun. Another man was stuffing money in a bag in front of me. He rushed out of the back door with the money and some lady followed him, her hair flying behind her in slow motion. I stood there confused as to what I was supposed to do. Then I decided to follow them.
As I rounded the corner, I was met with the lady holding a gun, the dark black barrel aimed at my heart. She murmured something that I couldn't hear. Then she laughed diabolically as she pulled the trigger. Her beautiful face became gnarled and hideous, like it was melting or something. A bright light flashed in front of me and I fell to the ground in breath-taking pain. When the light faded I could barely make out a car speeding around the corner, its red tint shining dully in the street lights. I could taste my own thick blood, oh, how cold it was. Blackness rushed towards me with a deathly cold chill. The shadows around me grew larger and ominous. My eyelids became heavy and closed shut. The darkness enveloped me. There was a dull beeping sound in the distance. It grew louder and louder until it was inside my head.
Then I woke.
My alarm clock beeped irritatingly loudly. I picked it up and chucked it on the ground with all the strength I could muster, shattering it to pieces. My body was clammy and drenched in sweat. The room I had awakened to was dark and cold. I walked over to the window and open the blinds. The sun charged through the window and filled the room with light and warmth.
The dream, the same dream that came night after night. It was so surreal but I had no recollection of it ever happening. I never remember being in a bank or being shot by some lady. What was this dream trying to tell me? Did this happen in my past life, maybe? I don't know. I've been racking my brain trying to figure out a solution. So far none has come.
I pulled on the clothes I had worn yesterday; they were the only ones I had. I had thought about getting more clothes but, the ones I had suit me well. I decided to get my ass over to Joey's garage. I needed more jobs: it was the only way for me to keep my sanity. As I drove I listened to MSX. It wasn't the best station but the techno really got my blood pumping.
"You're lookin' much better. Good, cause today's the day, my friend. We're gonna hit the bank in Chinatown. But don't worry, you won't have to actually rob the bank, my guys will take care of that. All you gotta do is get them outta there in one piece when the shit hits the fan, okay?"
I nodded. It was just the job I was looking for. Nothing like a good high-speed chase in the morning to get the adrenaline flowing.
Joey insisted that I take his car for this job; a Mafia Sentinel. It was fast and durable, perfect for the stunt I was going to pull. When I got inside the car, my nose was overwhelmed with the beautiful aroma of white interior leather. I slid my hand slowly across the seat, I loved leather. The smell, the look, the feel. It was all wonderful. It's a shame this car wouldn't last for long.
I went to the abandoned warehouse Joey had told me about. Sure enough, there were three guys there sporting gray suits and black shades waiting for me. I was amazed by the incredible resemblance they all had to one another. Maybe their brothers.
"You know what your doing, right kid?" said the guy sitting in the front next to me.
"Yeah," the guy behind me chimed in, "you better not screw this up."
I scolded at him and he shut his mouth. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to? The rest of the short drive was silent, except for the engine that purred gently. I drove normally, well, as normal as all the citizens. I didn't want to attract any attention. Four guys working for the Mafia with shotguns wouldn't be the best thing for a cop to pullover.
We finally reached the bank in Chinatown. Triads walked the sidewalks everywhere in their blue jumpsuits holding bats and pistols. I had a very bad feeling about this.
"Hurry up," I said.
"Boy, shut the fuck up." The one that sat next to me said when he got out the car.
"Fuck you, scumbag." I muttered under my breath.
"What was that? I think you should keep your mouth shut. You wouldn't want Joey mad at you, now would ya?" he said in a mocking tone.
He was right. I couldn't fuck this up; if I did I wouldn't get anymore jobs. A smile surfaced across his square face, he turned and walked into the bank, satisfied with my silence. His doubles followed him in.
I waited for about five minutes when I heard the first scream, then another. A few gunshots rang out and an alarm was sounded. I started the engine. People across the street stopped and looked in my direction. So did many of the Triads. The triplets ran out, shotguns in one hand, money bags in the other. They each hopped in the car.
"MAFIA!" the Triads screamed. It was a miracle they hadn't noticed us before. I slammed my foot on the gas before my passengers could close their doors. The exhaust pipe shot out smoke as the car burned rubber for a second and then sped away. Angry Chinese gangsters dashed after. They stopped after about two feet and bent over, gasping for air. A few shot a couple of rounds at our car, but the bullets just smashed into the buildings in front of us.
Fishtailing around the corner, the car was met with an old man who smashed into the windshield and rolled over the top of the car, finally hitting the unforgiving concrete, dead. Shit, this was quickly becoming a fucking disaster.
"What the fuck was that?!" the man sitting next to me yelled, watching the old man's crumpled body lye in the street.
"You know what? How about you shut your damn mouth and let me drive before I fucking kill you myself!" I yelled, pulling out my pistol and holding it to his head. I was fed up with his bullshit and really didn't give a fuck what Joey thought or did.
"Do it! Pull the fuckin trigger, kid. Do it!"
I lowered the gun. If I killed him I was dead for sure. It was three against one and they had shotguns. All I had was a pistol. My shotgun was at my hideout.
When we got back to the warehouse we were met with a huge surprise.
Author's Notes: HA HA HA! A cliffhanger, aren't I evil? Leave a review and tell me how evil I am. I'll try to finish chapter five soon to end the suspense. (More diabolical laughter)
Screams echoed loudly in my head. My vision was blurred and wavy. I could see myself at a bank holding a Spaz-12 shotgun. Another man was stuffing money in a bag in front of me. He rushed out of the back door with the money and some lady followed him, her hair flying behind her in slow motion. I stood there confused as to what I was supposed to do. Then I decided to follow them.
As I rounded the corner, I was met with the lady holding a gun, the dark black barrel aimed at my heart. She murmured something that I couldn't hear. Then she laughed diabolically as she pulled the trigger. Her beautiful face became gnarled and hideous, like it was melting or something. A bright light flashed in front of me and I fell to the ground in breath-taking pain. When the light faded I could barely make out a car speeding around the corner, its red tint shining dully in the street lights. I could taste my own thick blood, oh, how cold it was. Blackness rushed towards me with a deathly cold chill. The shadows around me grew larger and ominous. My eyelids became heavy and closed shut. The darkness enveloped me. There was a dull beeping sound in the distance. It grew louder and louder until it was inside my head.
Then I woke.
My alarm clock beeped irritatingly loudly. I picked it up and chucked it on the ground with all the strength I could muster, shattering it to pieces. My body was clammy and drenched in sweat. The room I had awakened to was dark and cold. I walked over to the window and open the blinds. The sun charged through the window and filled the room with light and warmth.
The dream, the same dream that came night after night. It was so surreal but I had no recollection of it ever happening. I never remember being in a bank or being shot by some lady. What was this dream trying to tell me? Did this happen in my past life, maybe? I don't know. I've been racking my brain trying to figure out a solution. So far none has come.
I pulled on the clothes I had worn yesterday; they were the only ones I had. I had thought about getting more clothes but, the ones I had suit me well. I decided to get my ass over to Joey's garage. I needed more jobs: it was the only way for me to keep my sanity. As I drove I listened to MSX. It wasn't the best station but the techno really got my blood pumping.
"You're lookin' much better. Good, cause today's the day, my friend. We're gonna hit the bank in Chinatown. But don't worry, you won't have to actually rob the bank, my guys will take care of that. All you gotta do is get them outta there in one piece when the shit hits the fan, okay?"
I nodded. It was just the job I was looking for. Nothing like a good high-speed chase in the morning to get the adrenaline flowing.
Joey insisted that I take his car for this job; a Mafia Sentinel. It was fast and durable, perfect for the stunt I was going to pull. When I got inside the car, my nose was overwhelmed with the beautiful aroma of white interior leather. I slid my hand slowly across the seat, I loved leather. The smell, the look, the feel. It was all wonderful. It's a shame this car wouldn't last for long.
I went to the abandoned warehouse Joey had told me about. Sure enough, there were three guys there sporting gray suits and black shades waiting for me. I was amazed by the incredible resemblance they all had to one another. Maybe their brothers.
"You know what your doing, right kid?" said the guy sitting in the front next to me.
"Yeah," the guy behind me chimed in, "you better not screw this up."
I scolded at him and he shut his mouth. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to? The rest of the short drive was silent, except for the engine that purred gently. I drove normally, well, as normal as all the citizens. I didn't want to attract any attention. Four guys working for the Mafia with shotguns wouldn't be the best thing for a cop to pullover.
We finally reached the bank in Chinatown. Triads walked the sidewalks everywhere in their blue jumpsuits holding bats and pistols. I had a very bad feeling about this.
"Hurry up," I said.
"Boy, shut the fuck up." The one that sat next to me said when he got out the car.
"Fuck you, scumbag." I muttered under my breath.
"What was that? I think you should keep your mouth shut. You wouldn't want Joey mad at you, now would ya?" he said in a mocking tone.
He was right. I couldn't fuck this up; if I did I wouldn't get anymore jobs. A smile surfaced across his square face, he turned and walked into the bank, satisfied with my silence. His doubles followed him in.
I waited for about five minutes when I heard the first scream, then another. A few gunshots rang out and an alarm was sounded. I started the engine. People across the street stopped and looked in my direction. So did many of the Triads. The triplets ran out, shotguns in one hand, money bags in the other. They each hopped in the car.
"MAFIA!" the Triads screamed. It was a miracle they hadn't noticed us before. I slammed my foot on the gas before my passengers could close their doors. The exhaust pipe shot out smoke as the car burned rubber for a second and then sped away. Angry Chinese gangsters dashed after. They stopped after about two feet and bent over, gasping for air. A few shot a couple of rounds at our car, but the bullets just smashed into the buildings in front of us.
Fishtailing around the corner, the car was met with an old man who smashed into the windshield and rolled over the top of the car, finally hitting the unforgiving concrete, dead. Shit, this was quickly becoming a fucking disaster.
"What the fuck was that?!" the man sitting next to me yelled, watching the old man's crumpled body lye in the street.
"You know what? How about you shut your damn mouth and let me drive before I fucking kill you myself!" I yelled, pulling out my pistol and holding it to his head. I was fed up with his bullshit and really didn't give a fuck what Joey thought or did.
"Do it! Pull the fuckin trigger, kid. Do it!"
I lowered the gun. If I killed him I was dead for sure. It was three against one and they had shotguns. All I had was a pistol. My shotgun was at my hideout.
When we got back to the warehouse we were met with a huge surprise.
Author's Notes: HA HA HA! A cliffhanger, aren't I evil? Leave a review and tell me how evil I am. I'll try to finish chapter five soon to end the suspense. (More diabolical laughter)