Evil Wayne: Serials
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#26The elevator stopped. The doors opened and the midday sunlight flooded my eyeballs. I pushed her outside and took a look around."You got any sunglasses on ya?" We were in what appeared to be a train roundhouse. In the middle of nowhere. "HA!" she said. "Now what, macho man? You got nowhere to run. There isn't anything for miles!" I scanned the area. She was right. Trees beyond the field. I don't think she would be very cooperative in running. But I did spot a chance. I pusher her down the stairs. "What are you doing?" She protested. "We're leaving your little amusement park." "How? If you think I'll walk freely with you..." "Oh no. We'll just take this complementary jeep." She jerked a glance and spotted the black jeep parked beyond the rotting tower. She smiled. Probably because she had spotted the driver standing next to it. Damn, missed that one. #27"Alright, here's the plan..." I started, but she had different ideas."HELP! HELP!" Obviously ignorant of my plans. The driver looked over, grabbed something and headed our way. "Kill him!" My little redhead shouted. "I get the feeling you don't want that date." The driver withdrew a pistol. "Let her go." "Look," I said. "We're fighting, do you mind?" "Oh, just shoot him!" I could see that she was going to do just that. Quickly, I swung my prisoner in front of me. The pistol when off with a puff. The girl went limp. I could see the red flair of the dart. Immediately, I dropped the body and ran at the woman, tackling her before she could get a bead on me. We wrestled for a few minutes. I could feel the gun, but not which way it was pointed. Then I heard another puff. #28Well, of course, her body went limp.I wasn't worried. I knew fate was in my favor. Yeah, right, I was sweating bullets. I stood up and checked for a hole or a dart. Still shaking, I grabbed the gun and her set of keys. Then I picked up the redhead, put her in the passenger seat (buckled her in too!). I got in and noticed something. It was a standard. I guess I shouldn't have been that surprised with the way things were going. I started it up; Break, clutch, shift. Stall. After about five minutes we were on our way. Of course, the gears were on their way to being stripped, but I had other problems. I began to breath easier when the road entered the forest and I saw no signs of being followed. After almost an hour my passenger began to stir. "Ohhh," she moaned. "Thank God," I said. "For a minute I thought I was gonna have to talk to myself. You don't know how bored I was. How come you guys don't have radios?" Her eyes popped open and she immediately tried to attack me. Fortunately, I had strapped her in with hands bound. Just how I like my women. #29"Relax, what'd ya want to talk about?""How about death?" There was sarcasm in her voice. "Sorry, not into metaphysical experiences." "As in yours," she gritted her teeth at me. "Okay, look, it's gonna be a long trip. And you *are* coming whether you like it or not. We should at least try and get along. Now what's your name?" "Why don't you go eat shit and die!" "Okay, then I guess I'll just call you bitch, or wench, or douche bag, or cun-" "Okay! Okay! My name is Becky14 "Fine. I'm... Bond. James Bond," I've always wanted to say that. She looked at me as if I were nuts. I laughed. "Just kidding," and I told her my real name. "Okay, Jack, where are we headed?" Okay, maybe I didn't want her to know my real name. #30"Well, you're a girl, right?"Her head shot up and looked proud, "Damn straight." I looked her over. "Yeah, anyway, that means you've got a purse right?" Even though I could see nothing on that skimpy thing. But I know girls, even when they only have a two-piece swimsuit, they got a purse. "Yeah," she sounded suspicious. "And that means you've got credit cards." Her eyes widened. I was right. I pulled the jeep over. "Alright, just give me the purse and there will be no trouble." Her eyes filled with anger. She was not going to give up here credit cards so easily. I sighed, "I gave you a chance," and stared at her. "Stay away! I'm warning you! I'll kill you!" "Thought you were already going to do that?" Well, we struggled for a few minutes. I got the purse, credit cards and all. And I'm not going to tell you were it was. 14. This is actually not the name I chose. The name I chose, back in 1987 is currently the name of my daughter, born years later. Therefore, I choose now to rename this character, mostly as to not weird myself out later on when sex shows up. |
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