As Mike said with his last post,
Applebee’s was a little different at our last gathering. We are supposed to use our genre and demonstrate
getting outside our comfort zone. I will
use a scene using my main character from my novel completely outside where he
would be.
HG watched the drug dealer force
the young woman against her will into the abandoned house. Two streetlights bathed the boarded home in
moderate light. HG paused from the
comfort of a nearby alley, watching, waiting.
He recognized the dealer from other nights, other tailings. HG couldn’t let her be harmed.
Minutes later, HG moved along
the side of the building, looking for the door the dealer had used. He pulled down the black balaclava and
slipped through the unlocked door, the slightest of creaks giving him pause. Light between boards on the windows filtered
through and offered a faint path through the house. Following the voices like a map, he moved
through dust caked rooms, scattered with coats, condoms, mattresses,
newspapers, and rotting food.
As HG turned a corner, he caught
sight of the couple in the next room.
The girl was standing, blindfolded.
Her top had been removed, a lacy violet bra still in place, her breasts
mounded over the top of the bra. Her
arms were stretched out to either side and taped to pillars. The long-haired brunette stood in jean shorts
and tennis shoes. She looked to be
around five and a half feet tall and very good looking.
The dealer opposite her, Spider,
was over six feet two inches, built rather thin with thick black hair. He stood over the girl, shouting at her. “I told you I wanted that delivered by two,
bitch.” He then slapped her across the
face with his open hand. The girl’s
knees seemed to buckle. “You’ll do what
I say from now on, or I’ll do what I want with you. You hear me bitch? You wanted in this business.”
HG saw Spider reach for his own
pants. That was all he needed to
see. He slowly stooped and removed the
back pack, setting it on the floor. He
reached in to a side pocket, removing the white handled hunting knife. Standing again, HG focused on his prey. He checked out the floor between the two of
them. No more than ten feet. Dealers were scum of the earth, the closest
thing to Satan himself. Now was the time
to move.
HG attacked from behind. He grabbed Spider’s head, covering his
mouth. He pulled him back a couple feet
away from the girl, catching Spider completely by surprise. Once clear of the girl, HG drove the knife
into Spider’s stomach and twisted. The
man convulsed in pain, screaming through HG’s hand. “You should leave women alone, Spider.”
“Wha…what’s going on?” The girl
shouted, confused and scared.
HG withdrew the knife and buried
it again, higher this time, into the center of Spider’s chest. He died in seconds, foamy blood pouring from
his lips.
“Hello? Spider?
Anybody? Someone is there. Please don’t hurt me. He put a blindfold on my eyes. I haven’t seen you. I don’t know who you are. Thanks for helping me, just don’t hurt me.”
HG got up and walked over to
her. “I’m not going to hurt you. Neither will he.”
HG stood right in front of her,
only inches from her face. He peered
down at her body, remembering a time when he had a girlfriend. He thought back when he saw sights of
lingerie.
“Wait a minute,” she said, “are
you that guy the reporter has named, HG, The Holy Ghost?”
“Yes.”
“You’re killing drug dealers.”
HG paused and stepped back a
little. “You don’t have anything to
worry about. I haven’t seen you
dealing. Besides, I’m more worried about
who is up the ladder.”
“Spider there told me a lot of
information about his organization he belongs to. I could tell you about it.”
“What do you want in return?”
“I want you to take me here.”
HG looked over her body
again. The temptation was growing. The sin of lust might prove to be too much
for the killer. He walked slowly to her
and ran a hand over her bra, causing a faint moan to escape from her lips.
“Mmmmm, yes. Take it off and feel me. Come on HG, take me now. You want me, I know you do. I want you too.”
He picked up the pace, opening her shorts and letting them
fall to the floor. She stepped out of
them, leaving her in violet satin panties.
“Take off my blindfold and let’s do this. Untie me and let’s do it now.”
“I can’t let you see me.
I do want you though. I want
you. Now.” He lifted her up and slid her panties to the
side and entered her. Minutes later, HG
left her untied with instructions not to take off the blindfold for at least
sixty seconds. It wouldn’t be the last
time the two would meet.
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