Over the barrel

You see that?

You see that mother-fucker?

All the walls twisting on you; your whole fucking roof twisting on you.  Your whole life twisting around this moment, this one moment where everything twists around this one bullet; a flash, a bang…

Yeah…fuck it.

Fuck high society, those rich fuckers who hire people to die for them.  Fuck those bastards who hire people to act like dummies, just standing there and taking the shot…

Twisting in the wind…

Fuckers.

How could anybody earn a living like that?  They must know, they must know that somebody will kill that bitch they guard, somebody will move in.  Somebody will move to collect and then that bitch’s life is numbered…

Yeah, they know.

Whatever.

They fucking know, but they don’t give a shit; her life is just another number, one price higher than the rest.

What price for her death?  What price for her to stay alive?  How much is it worth?

How much is it worth?

Fuck.

Life as a fucking commodity.

Bastards.

Fuck them.

I’m going to get real drunk and then….

…what?

…end up another fucking tragedy on the pavement, that’s what.

Think.

Shit, I’ve got one and a half hours before I get totally wasted.

Think.

Ok.  So there’s this fat guy at the bar; he has a 20’s moustache and a soul patch.  Shoot him in the cock and he’s dead.

There’s an old couple with a couple of Colt M917’s…

…fucking amateurs.

So, then after killing the Russian there’s only one right hand man and two stooges.

One right hand man.

Where is he? Huddling  the Tommy gun like a child.  Think that’ll save you pal?

Bye bye baby.

Bye bye.

So.

Onto those who mean it.

Who?

Us.

Mother-fucker.

Us.

We’ll kill those fools, those ingrates…

Those bastards.

Oh.

There you are.

You.

You bastard.

Here.

You.

I missed you.

You bastard.

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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8 Responses to Over the barrel

  1. Draug419 says:

    I think this person has issues haha

  2. Gina says:

    Whoa! This is something! Makes me on edge and tense!!!

  3. Lala Rukh says:

    Oh God that was pretty intense !! I could only read that **** word everywhere 😛

  4. All-fucking-right, brother! I actually enjoy profanity when it is used as authentically as you did in this piece. I, also, like the rapid-fire, maniac staccato of the dialogue. You can really feel their minds and thoughts racing pell-mell. 🙂

  5. Wow, major! I can hear this as a monologue in a movie as they fall from the top of a building or something.

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