Wasted time, bad decisions.
Why, hello. It's been a while, hasn't it? After my slow recovery from the hellacious mountainside, I decided that a trip would be most relaxing. I have no idea where I ended up. It was a large city, and there was always something to do.
At first, I thought "This is Heaven if there truly is one." Beautiful Women everywhere, the kind interested in anyone with some amount of wealth. I took up drinking as I never had before. Quite often well past my body's limit of alcohol intake, I would usually retire to a fancier hotel room than I could really afford with a few new friends.
One night, reality bit me in the ass. I awoke to the sound of my door being kicked open. The girl that had spent the night with me was screaming hysterically, making the situation that much harder to focus in. Two men came in and pointed their guns at me. Supposedly, I had made a wager while inebriated to kill a man for a local gang boss or something. Needless to say, I didn't remember it later, so I was now in what they called "Deep shit."
Being forced out of my room, down the street, and into a rattier apartment complex, I was shoved into a chair and told to wait, while 3 of the 5 men that kidnapped me stayed and pointed their guns at me. The other two went into "Ben's office" or whatever.
I stared at the 3 men guarding me. Two of them were much sturdier than I, and the last was probably about my size. There was no way that I could win such a fight. I only had my loose-fitting hotel clothes, bare feet, and a small knife I kept taped to my leg. There was no way I could win that fight.
I waited. I knew that nothing they could do would be worse than what I've been through in my days. I suddenly felt homesick, and wanted to leave this "Heaven." After 10 minutes or so, one of the big guys had to go to the restroom. Now's my chance. Slipping up behind the bigger man, I unsheathed my knife in one smooth motion and glided it across his fatty neck tissue. The cut was quick, somewhat clean, and all I needed to take him down.
The smaller man realized what happened a bit sooner than I had hoped. He raised his gun, but I was already upon him. Unfortunately, my time spent being a glutton was about to kick me in the gems. I tried a terribly awkward side maneuver, and all he had to to was twist his wrist the slightest degree and pull the trigger.
His round ripped through my side. Although it missed all necessary organs, it was an easily avoidable shot, and I felt disgraced that it had hit me. Disposing of him was easy enough, and I decided I should escape as soon as possible.
It all came back to me. Sneaking, using cover, everything. I was out in no time, and left the bodies to rot. I knew that I had only moments to grab my money, but those were moments I couldn't spare. I left it all behind.
So, suffice to say, I'm back. Poor, but I'm back.
And oh, how good it feels.
At first, I thought "This is Heaven if there truly is one." Beautiful Women everywhere, the kind interested in anyone with some amount of wealth. I took up drinking as I never had before. Quite often well past my body's limit of alcohol intake, I would usually retire to a fancier hotel room than I could really afford with a few new friends.
One night, reality bit me in the ass. I awoke to the sound of my door being kicked open. The girl that had spent the night with me was screaming hysterically, making the situation that much harder to focus in. Two men came in and pointed their guns at me. Supposedly, I had made a wager while inebriated to kill a man for a local gang boss or something. Needless to say, I didn't remember it later, so I was now in what they called "Deep shit."
Being forced out of my room, down the street, and into a rattier apartment complex, I was shoved into a chair and told to wait, while 3 of the 5 men that kidnapped me stayed and pointed their guns at me. The other two went into "Ben's office" or whatever.
I stared at the 3 men guarding me. Two of them were much sturdier than I, and the last was probably about my size. There was no way that I could win such a fight. I only had my loose-fitting hotel clothes, bare feet, and a small knife I kept taped to my leg. There was no way I could win that fight.
I waited. I knew that nothing they could do would be worse than what I've been through in my days. I suddenly felt homesick, and wanted to leave this "Heaven." After 10 minutes or so, one of the big guys had to go to the restroom. Now's my chance. Slipping up behind the bigger man, I unsheathed my knife in one smooth motion and glided it across his fatty neck tissue. The cut was quick, somewhat clean, and all I needed to take him down.
The smaller man realized what happened a bit sooner than I had hoped. He raised his gun, but I was already upon him. Unfortunately, my time spent being a glutton was about to kick me in the gems. I tried a terribly awkward side maneuver, and all he had to to was twist his wrist the slightest degree and pull the trigger.
His round ripped through my side. Although it missed all necessary organs, it was an easily avoidable shot, and I felt disgraced that it had hit me. Disposing of him was easy enough, and I decided I should escape as soon as possible.
It all came back to me. Sneaking, using cover, everything. I was out in no time, and left the bodies to rot. I knew that I had only moments to grab my money, but those were moments I couldn't spare. I left it all behind.
So, suffice to say, I'm back. Poor, but I'm back.
And oh, how good it feels.
posted by A squint-eyed rogue at 10:32 AM
4 Comments:
i told you... if you get in trouble, you're not supposed to get caught!
and i'm not giving you any money!
Well I was afraid that DT did you in, mentally. Glad to see you've picked yourself up!
I admit, I find that gunshot wounds are very embarassing... but stab wounds more so. *wink*
Wait, wait. Did you get her pregenant? Is that why they beat you up?
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