A Deal With A Devil Gone Bad
General Summary
Boredom comes in flavors. Sometimes it’s vanilla, other times it’s chocolate.
But, never have I enjoyed the flavor of boredom that tastes like old man spit.
I hated having to fuck that old man. A one pump chump that swore he wasn’t. I know the type. Cocksure and cockless. Didn’t help that he smelled like cigarettes and bad booze. All so that way we could keep the damn car.
And also Clem.
Days went by and chaos ensued. There was so much, but most of it had a distinctive alcoholic blur that included me being covered in not my own blood for the first time in a while. I tried to fix the holes Iza had acquired as a sign of “good faith”, but I’m no doctor. Besides, he was stable by the end, even if Clem had to help.
All it meant was that old lady Liquor was going to be high off her newly acquired supply from yours truly. Worse things have happened. Entertainment was at least in grand supply now.
There was a distinctive alcoholics remorse I felt over the next few days. I intervened here and there to stop some infighting, but who was I to give a damn? I didn’t and still don’t trust people to make decisions that matter.
I was also able to snag Frit’s weapon as a little bit of a time out for her. Did I need the gun? Not at all. It was funny just to watch Frit beg and plead to have “Moira” back. Moira, the (sexy as hell) sniper rifle, was the reason I had to be covered in blood. Why Iza almost died. Why I had to look like an idiot in front of other people.
The fourth day wasn’t horribly boring, though. I was able to keep to myself and really take in the greasy ambience of the place. A set of twins really took a rise of the place. Chasing each other with tools and minor weapons and jittering in an honestly concerning way. Others were just doing work or cleaning up from the chaos Frit and Iza had caused with their debacle. Unfortunately, the peaceful abode I had made in the backseat of Clem’s monster car was interrupted by Frit.
“Hey Roxx, you gotta minute?” Her voice was sort of hushed. No idea why. Maybe it’s because she almost died a few days ago.
“I’ve got some time. Whatcha want to talk about?” I slid over to the other side of the backseat and moved Moira with me, giving Frit the ample room to climb in. I hadn’t seen Frit as stoic before that moment or since, but damn if it wasn’t haunting. I almost thought she was going to tell me someone died.
“I want m’gun back.”
“I already told you that ain’t gonna happen.”
“What if I made an offer?” Poor girl was so sheepish. I almost laughed it off.
Almost.
Then I remembered how I was. When I would make “offers” to people in order to get something important back. It never really went well and ended up with a few dead bodies every once in a while. It’s not everyone’s cup of joe, but sometimes, the world is a bitch and you have to do whatever it takes to get her to heel.
I leaned against the side door, honestly intrigued to see what Frit could offer me. “I’m listening.”
“I’ll be your gun.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Your gun. You tell me when and where to shoot and that’s it. Nobody else. Just you.”
“Interesting offer…” I already had my answer, but I wanted to really stretch this out for her. Tease the climax of her emotional torment. “I have been looking to expand. Maybe I can even use this against Iza and his new clan of…makusa?”
“Yakuza.”
“Right, right…either way, they’ve become their own kind of nuisance, huh?”
“That they have. Sadly, Clem and Iza are back on good terms.” I could taste the disgruntilation of Frit’s voice. I don’t know whether he wanted to get with Clem or blast through Iza’s skull at any given moment, but I wasn’t one to turn down a fantastic opportunity to really cause some chaos in the spring of this merry group.
I held my poker face and gave Frit those lucky eyes. “I think I have my first target for you.”
“And tha’ would be…?”
“Those twins. I want you to take one of them out.”
“Any reason why?”
“I thought you’d shoot without question.”
“Aye. Sorry.”
I hate separating family. I really do. Breaks my heart into pieces. But there was just something about how easy Iza took up mantle of gang leader that put me off. I didn’t even know much about the freakish fuck and the last thing I want is to not know about people. What was his angle? Why was he so into getting Clem to pay back a debt? I don’t like questions and I’d be damned if I didn’t get answers.
Sometimes, you have to get someone else’s hands bloody in order to do so.
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“Why are you lying, Roxxanne?” Damned Iza. Saw through me with that damned masked visage. No amount of sweet talking could get me out of the pool of mush that was now the “younger” twin’s head. Pieces of him were scattered around. Frit had followed orders and now I was on the hot seat.
I was cornered.
I wasn’t about to let that happen.
“I’m telling you what I saw. Frit shot the tires that was all. If the bullet went off course, that ain’t my fault, and it sure as hell ain’t Frit’s.” My hand was empty and I was drawing cards blind, riding that lucky 21. I tried my ways with him, but the prude wasn’t having it.
“Why would you lie for her? She has dishonored herself and Iza sensei will force you to admit the truth!” I’m pretty sure the one talking was one of Clem’s family. I had lost count once all those new people showed up. A lot of them were either dead or damn near it. I wasn’t about to let a man twice my size try to tell me what the truth was.
Even if I was lying to save the skin of someone who wasn’t me.
I only ever lie for myself. Others be damned. Yet, looking over at Frit’s smoking gun, I couldn’t just let the poor princess be torn to pieces by some psychopaths.
After all, I couldn’t do what others had done to me. Frit had sugared me up and now I had a cavity that wouldn't just disappear.
For all my flaws, I’m better than that.
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29 Mar 2019
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You have a nice use of vivid imagery and metaphors here, especially in the first part of the piece. You could understand perfectly through the vulgar speech what was going on and I thought that was pretty original. I really appreciate the format and how easy the piece flows. You could read this and not know that it was based on an RPG, which in my opinion, makes it stronger as a stand-alone story. Something that could use some work is the opening. While the metaphor in the first set of sentences is interesting and new, it’s sort of out of the blue and doesn’t really relate to anything else in the story. Maybe if it was repeated again or was relevant to the piece? The title also doesn’t really tie in to the piece as seamlessly as I would’ve liked it to. Something else that struck me was that not a lot happens in this narrative. There is some talking, some interaction, some thoughts of the main character going around, but in the end there wasn’t a lot of action or events. What actually happens in this session besides someone being killed by a team member? Even that part was a little unclear. There is no backstory or description to tell the read what exactly is going on around the characters. I’d also like to see more imagery. There doesn’t seem to be a ton of visual images throughout the piece besides in the first part, so adding some more description or what the characters see could be pretty helpful.