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These are parts of
stories that are still being written. And therefore haven’t had a BETA read,
let alone a editing from me.
I just realised I’m screwing
myself putting this up because of the massive grammar errors that occur—it kinda
shows how far I’ve come, and that yes, it’s not my strong points, but I learnt
what I have threw reading and simple questions, and the fact that I’m older and
able to retain this information where I wasn’t in youth. And I did try. But the
English language is kinda a pain when you have literary delays.
So I’m stopping this story
before I run myself in the ground.
If you, however, wish to
continue reading this story I’ll be happy to put it back up, I think, though I’ll
go through and fix up a few of those errors.
So, in summary, I’m going
back to the way it was, starting next week—oh hey, that works.
Next week I will be putting
up the first chapter in my short story for Valentine’s Day
Let them Hunt
(Human Monsters #1)
Contemporary Mystery
Sometimes what bad you did
in the world suddenly catches up to you.
Meet the team, at least
what’s left of them, since someone has decided the next fun sport would be
offing them.
Will they be able to him
before he stops them?
Four
DAVE GOT HOME AN HOUR later, it was the time he should have so
they either were being careful or he needed that long. When walked into the
lounge room he nearly shat himself. There was just something about a bunch men
sitting around in suits drinking coffee that scared him. But then again he was
the son of the Russian mobster, there securer and so it was most likely never a
good idea to have that much muscle sitting easily in one room.
“How's it go?” I asked as I sat forward on the lounge, being
that I was squished between Rosco and Hammer he hadn't seen me when he first
walked in. at my tone he seemed to visible relax.
“Good,” he smiled slightly. “Got what I
needed and a little more.”
“That's good. Sorry it had to end so soon.”
He shrugged, “It's all good. It's time I
went back and face the music.”
“Gonna be that bad?”
He smiled; it was full and seemed somehow
young as well as full of horrible life experiences. “I'll live. Hopefully with
this he will be so distracted he want remember me for a while.”
“Why don't you just kill him?” Duster asked
in a matter-of-fact tone, but then again I was pretty sure that he had killed
his father. “With him gone ain't you the leader, expressly if you off him?”
“Yeah,” Dave replied trying to keep his face
strait but the horror of what he just said pulled at his eyes a little. “But
I'm not ready to be boss yet.”
“Far enough,” Duster said sitting back in
the chair and taking another mouthful of his coffee. He thought less of the kid
now.
“Well I've cleaned shop, it's only you and
we have put most of your shit in the garage for you to just put in the car.”
“So all I have to do is pay you and were
done, right?”
“Yep. But you can do that in the next week
or so, it's not like I don't know where you live.” I smiled
“To true. Kay, I'll pack the car and then if
I have time I'll pay you before I leave. If the boys come to kill you I'll pay
on my stop over.” Dave was looking around him, as if his mind was already
seeing what needed to be taken out of the house and what didn't.
“I put the notes in the lockers so I'd say
you only have a couple of hours.”
“Okay,” he said distracted and I got up off
the lounge. “I'll... well bye. I guess I'll see you again if I don't pay you.”
“Yes, you will.” I stepped forward, “come give us a hug, kid.”
And he did. It was a nice one, with a miss
you squeeze and everything.
“Shit Grim, we got us a little company,” an
amused Death said as the sound of a car hitting gravel of the driveway.
Several of the men gave a little chuckle as
they pulled there glocks out from there holsters. Checking them and then
holding them loosely in their hands.
I
sighed as I let go of Dave and pushed him to head upstairs. “You go up to your
room and start packing. Stay there till I say to come done, poluchil yego, malysh?
“Yeah,
yeah. I know the drill, don’t forget who raised me.” Dave said in a voice that was very
close to pout.
“Then
you shouldn’t have to be told, just do, now!” my eyebrows where high, shit
Dave was a pain, and for some reason, I couldn’t even truly name, I felt
protective over him. It was weird.
When we heard things moving around upstairs
we all started to actually get into the show.
“You want to flat out kill them? Tape them
up and let someone else find them, or just get out?” Death asked, and if he was
hoping for a particular one it didn’t show on his face.
“Well,” I said with a sigh, “it would be
easier to just kill, but since we have a shit load of other shit on, we should
probably keep it on a low, so tie em’up.”
“Good plan,” Death smiled.
“So, Death and Duster, you too got the front,
if they are dicks and want to spice things up, you grab them. Hammer will grab
the chairs, and rope, he will be who we throw them to. Rosco you can guard the
back door, and me and Gem will do the sweep.” Reaper said as usual giving us
directions.
“Why can’t she babysit the back door and I
sweep?” Rosco said, his voice trying to be flat, uncaring, but the problem was
that he did actually seem to love me, and not want me in that much danger, the
sweetie.
“She can’t be kept on a leash Ros, you know
that better than anyone, and if you don’t want to be sliced and diced later
tonight, then she needs a run.”
“Thanks for making me a dog,” I smiled as I
slid my knife clip, onto the back of my pants.
There was a minute silence, while the men
stared at each other about what to do with the girl, ass whips. I was deadlier
then most in this room. When Rosco nodded, Reaper turned to head down the hall.
We were going to go out one of the windows.
“Come bitch,” he said, making me laugh, it
was a good one.
As I past Rosco he grabbed me by the neck
and kissed me like he was afraid he wouldn’t see me again.
“You ‘bout done?” I asked him, eyebrows
high.
“Yeah,” he sighed and walked into the
kitchen. And I ran lightly to catch up to Reaper.
“I guess that
answers that,” Death said as Hammer put two of the four chairs up against the
wall of stairs.
“Answers what?” Ham asked, not really
looking at any of them.
“Rosco’s in love with Grim,” Death said as
he leant up against the window. None of us thought for a minute that they would
come in that way, really we were all just in here to make sure that none of
them got in any other way. As it was Duster was already checking out the
windows upstairs.
“Yeah,” Ham said as he sat down on the
chair, rubbing his face. Man he hated this, hated that Rosco and Gem were
together. It wasn’t coz he didn’t love the little bitch. Hell he was more than
happy that that wild cat had joined there fucked up family but she kind of made
Rosco loose his mind. And Ham loved his brother a hell of a lot more.
“I don’t love her,” Rosco said as he brought
in the other two chairs.
“Like hell, brother, you were all knotted
that she was going to play dirty, like you didn’t want her out getting her
hands dirty.”
“Shit mate, I think it’s a little late for
that. Gem’s hands where blooded long before we fucked.”
“Yeah, my point, and still it’s making you
itchy that she’s out there doesn’t it?”
Rosco was quiet for a long time, before he
gave up and said, “Yeah, but don’t tell her that shit, God the last thing I
need is for her to kill me coz she doesn’t like the fact’s in front of her.”
Death laughed, “True point, she’s killed for
a lot less than that, hasn’t she.”
“Yeah,” Rosco said, like it was the most
perfect thing about her.
“Well, now that’s settled,” Hammer said as
he rubbed at his face again, wishing he too were out there with her but for
different reasons. She had trained him, and not in the military crap, he learnt
that like all the others. But in having a partner and she was his. Hammer
really didn’t like that fact that he wasn’t at her back, but being that Reaper
was, well it should have eased him a little. It didn’t. “Where the fuck are you
to find rope in this dump?”
“Got some,” Duster said as he came down the
stairs. “And from what I can see there’s like six of them.”
“Fun stuff,” Death said as he peered out the
front window. Then laughed softly, “It seems two of them are coming this way,
Thought it’s taking a long time.
Maybe they’re going to do a drug bust routine on us.”
Hammer smiled, “seems fun, you gonna be
ready to open the door on them?”
“Shit yeah. Dust you come and stand on that
side, watch, and when there about to break down the door, we open. One should
fall, and you hit the other in the shoulder before he knows what hit’em.”
“Good plan,” Duster said as he moved into
position. “Ham you go help Rosco.”
“kay,” and Ham went out into the empty
kitchen. “How yeah doing bro?” Hammer said as he picked up the table and move
it so it wouldn’t be in there way.
“Good, you man?” Rosco actually turned to
him. “Seriously Ham, are you kay? I haven’t really asked in a while.”
“Yeah I’m sweet,” Ham smiled. This was
another reason that he loved Gem, she never forgot him. Rosco can, and not in a
bad way, he was just too occupied with Gem to think of Ham, and he understood
that, sorta, but Gem love Ham, and made sure she found out all about him,
before Ros got a turn.
“You?”
“Fucked brother, real fucked.” Rosco said,
looking as if he was about to face the end of the world.
“Why coz you realised something Gem and I
figured about a year ago?” Ham said loving the shocked look on his brother’s
face.
“What?” He gulped, “She knows, shit…”
“Stop sweating bro, she’s known for a while
now, and still you live. Seriously, I’m more then sure she loves you too, but
you’ll never get it out of her, nor will I agree if you rat me out.”
Rosco smiled, and it reminded Ham of when he
was younger, before, there dad made then join the family business. It was a
very pleased smile. “Okay, so there will probly be two coming in this door, if
not more. Since Death said there were six, and Reaper and Grim would get two,
if not all four before they even reach the door. So we are just gonna clip
them, or knock’em out?”
“Knock’em out. Duster’s been told to clip
one, so it’d be best if we don’t injure them all.”
“True that, so we should grab something
heavy them,” and he started opening the cupboard around the kitchen, putting
his Glock back the holster at the small of his back. Hammer did the same, only
his was under his left pit. Crouching down he opened a cupboard and found pots.
Excellent.
“Here ya go, bro,” Hammer said as he pulled
out a 28cm pot, and a large thick fry pan. “Which do you want?”
“Either,” Rosco said as he walked over to
Ham, grabbing the fry pan, it was closest.
“Ready?” Ham said as he stood up and walked
over to the door, jumping up on the bench, he sat and waited. Rosco stood in
front of him. It was really the only place to stand so to not get hit with the
door as they entered.
“Ready,” Rosco held the fry pan up as if it
were a bat, trying hard not to laugh, “I feel like I should be in a dress with
mice running around my feet,” he whispered.
Hammer clamped his lips trying not to laugh
at that, he felt the same way, fighting bad guys with kitchen supplied, funny
shit.
They didn’t have to wait long for the door
knob to start rattling, the guy on the other side was testing it out, since all
the fucker was doing was wriggling it, there was no pushing.
“We’re gonna have to go together, I get the
front guy, you jump for the second,” Rosco whispered as he moved so Ham could
get his feet under him, while staying on the bench. It wasn’t that comfortable
since Hammer was not a small man, but he managed and they waited.
“And if there’s a third?” Hammer smiled.
“Than we get to have a shit load of fun,”
Rosco said, going back into the days when they were young guys with a death
wish and knowledge of handling guns.
When the door finally opened, Rosco was in a
crouch, he grabbed at the first guys feet and pulled him down, while Hammer
jumped the first, heading for the second, which he wacked the pot to the side
of his head, near his temple. The guy went down like a bag of shit, and Hammer
scanned the area out back. Nothing, sweet, though he wondered slightly where
Gem was, but he figured she was fine, and so he looked down at the guy.
The man was a tank, wide and muscled, he was
going to be a hand full to get him into the house. Taking a deep breath, he
rolled the guy onto his back, grabbed the man’s arms and hailed him through the
kitchen and into the lounge room, where Duster and Death were tying up to guys,
one with blood dripping down his shoulder.
“Hey kid, could ya bring us something for a flesh
wound?” Duster yelled up the stairs as he looked at the guy he clipped.
“Flesh wound me ass, you fucking hit bone,”
the guys with the bleeding arm said, he seemed to be the only one that wasn’t
out cold.
Duster shrugged, “I’m calling it a flesh wound,
and if ya keep bitching, I’ll gag ya with me sock, clear?”
“Yeah,” the guy humped, not really liking it
but knowing that the guy would actually do it. Smart men sent on hits, where
few and far between, so Ham guessed it was a good thing that he wasn’t dead.
“Here you go,” Dave’s slightly Russian
American accent came along with him, as he jumped down the stairs. Hammer
couldn’t get out the kid. Literally, he was a kid, barely looking like he were
out of nappies, but Hammer knew he was older, knew it in his eyes that he was
nearing mid-twenties.
“Thanks kid,” Duster said as he grabbed the
cloth out of Dave’s hand and. “you able to take the top off yourself, or you
want me too?” Duster said to the guy who was shot.
“You’ll have too. Just cut it off.”
“Planning on it,” Duster said as he grabbed
his pocket knife out of his pocket, flipping the blade he put the tip into the
neck of the guy’s shirt. Hammer’s respect for the guy went up as he didn’t
flinch with a knife wielded by someone he couldn’t possibly trust at his neck.
“You aren’t afraid he’s gonna kill you?”
Dave asked as he perched onto the arm of the lounge that had been moved between
the time he left and he’s come back with a body.
“What other chose I got, kid? It’s either
let’em or bleed out.” The blooded guy said.
Dave shrugged, lifted his hands as if to
show he wasn’t harming no-one. “Hey, I come from a much harsher climate, that’s
all. If one of my father’s men asked if you wanted then to patch you up, most
said no.”
“Yeah,” Gem said as she came back up the
hall, her arms covered in blood, her face and neck nicely sprayed. “But if they
were gonna patch ya up; it wasn’t to let you go.”
Dave nodded slowly, “they let no-one go.”
“My point,” Gem said as she looked around
the room, first scanning Ham to make sure he was okay, it was one of her looks
he knew well and then, “where’s Rosco?”
Hammer, who happened to be watching her
looked around the room, “no idea, Grim, where’s your hail?”
She smiled a smile that seemed to tighten
things in Hammer he wished would stay loose around the woman, no matter what
that evil little tilt of her lips, the bloodlust in her eyes, and then there
was the fact that she was covered in the shit, yeah, Hammer found it hot.
Couldn’t seem to help himself, not that she nor he would let anything happen,
they were good friends but her sweet spot was off limits to his cock.
“We couldn’t kept’em all alive, now could
we?”
Hammer laughed, “Not when you get in a mood,
no.”
She tried to look offended but it didn’t
really work, she wasn’t one that got that way often. “I can hold myself back,
but this one cock decided he didn’t like the idea of a... what did he call me?
Oh, yes, a fucked up cunt whore,
yeah, and, well... I didn’t like that mouth of his so I shut it.” she looked
around the room, “you know, he had it coming, I just speed up the process.
Though what I would have done if I got to keep him a bit.”
“That’s would have been something to see,”
Rosco said as he walked out of the kitchen with his hands in a huger than life
males armpits. Reaper was coming in behind him, holding the guy up by the
thighs.
“Man that’s a big catch ya got there,” Death
said as he moved grabbed a piece of rope off the lounge. “Ya gonna have to
dump’im on the floor.” And they did, with a thud.
“Fuck me that’s a load,” Gem said eyeing the
man on the floor, both as wide as he was fat. “No wonder he stayed outside.”
“You telling us, love, you didn’t have to
hail his ass in here.” Rosco said as he walked back out of the room.
“So,” Duster said, “what you want to do?
Roll them or leave them?”
Gem sighed. “Hey dick,” she kicked the guy
with the bullet wound in the foot. “Mr Marks sent you to kill me?”
“Yeah,” he said on a little bit of a down note.
“How much?” Hammer asked as he wondered up
to have a closer look at Gem, he needed to make sure she wasn’t cut up.
“Half a mil,” the guy said.
Ham whistled at that, “nice load. What’s the
payment plan?”
“Pictures mostly. They wanted her dead, not
really caring how as long as it’s not put back on them.” the shot dude said
with a heavy breath, his skin to was clammy.
As Ham and Gem looked at each other, both
thinking the same thing Death said, “Just pic’s and you got half a mil. No
cop’s, no report.”
“Nar man, we just got to take them on the
phone on me phone, send them, and then the money gets put threw and we give the
phone back. If not then we head to a station.”
Death looked over to Ham and Gem. Reaper had
a small smile on his face and a slight nod to his head.
“So it’s only me, not the kid?” Gem asked,
“Or the other guys I was with?”
“Nar, just you. Marks was... more than sure
those guys wouldn’t be with you. He said they wouldn’t stay with you, that
there was no reason to think you were tight.”
“Ha,” makes sense to Hammer, why would they
think anything of them. Didn’t Gem say something about them being in here for a
hit, that the boss thought they were so that she could take over the show?
“So, what do you guys think?” Gem asked
looking at each of us.
“It wouldn’t be that hard. Just move them,
take the shots. It’s not like Marks will know anything until after the money’s
been shifted.” Death said as he moved in besides Reaper, who was still smiling.
“As long as they don’t keep it in that
account again, I don’t see why it wouldn’t work.” Reaper said.
“It’s mostly just them killing us when we
leave that will be the prob.” Death put in.
“Nar, only one will be awake, the others...
well there’ve still got a few hours.” Hammer put in.
“What are you guys talking about?” Dave said
from his spot on the couch.
“’bout having some fun,” Rosco said as he
came back in from the kitchen, “Though they will have to come up with a reason
that there are two dead guys.”
“That’s it!” Gem said.
“What’s it, Grim?” Death asked. His eyes
like all the rest were watching as she ran outside.
Hammer smiled, “she’s gone to keep her rep,
while getting them payed.” He laughed. Reaper joined in while Rosco walked
outside to... well Hammer would think, it was to help Gem.
“Are you seriously gonna help them out?”
Duster said, as if helping a fellow criminal was so out there.
“Why not,” Ham said. “It’s not like we
couldn’t make some new friends in this part of town.”
“And that’s defiantly what you’d be,” the
shot guy said from his spot on the chair.
“Are you serious?” Duster said again.
“What’s your problem with it all?” Reaper
said as Hammer when over to the lounge.
“Get up kid,” he said as he griped the
bottom left hand corner.
“Why help them, after all this shit. It’s
not like they would have left us the fuck alone,” Duster bitched.
“Fuck you’re a winy bitch, Dust,” Death
said. “And of course they would have killed us, gezz, just ‘coz you have to
work a little, don’t mean they can’t get paid, Grim will be off the hook here,
she’ll be able to start a new, and we’ll be fucking up the wanker that wanted
us dead.”
“Think about it Dust, who really loses in
this scenario?” Reaper said as Hammer shifted the lounge around and over so it
looked as if someone went flying into it.
“Mr. Marks,” Duster said as he sat his ass
on the steps, “well I ain’t helping.”
“Thank Christ,” Hammer said under his breath
as he stood up on the coffee table, and then jumped.
The coffee table cracked slightly up one
side, but that’s all he really wanted, only a slight kick made it look like
someone landed on it, if you put a person one it.
“Where you want it?” Rosco said as he stood
just inside the door with a little man over his shoulder, blood dripped onto
the floor a Rosco’s feet.
“Table,” Hammer said as he turned around to
look at the men in the chair, sighing as he heard a thud which was Rosco
dumping the body on the table.
“Death, help me move these fuckers,” Hammer
said as he went up to the guy that had been shot.
“kay,” Death said as he went to the fat dude
still lying on the floor. “Just putting them in the hall?”
“Yeah, unless you got something better?”
“Nar just wanted to be clear.”
Hammer smiled. “Just don’t want these
fuckers in the shot, now do we?”
“It would kind of defeat the purpose.”
“My point,” Hammer said as he grabbed the
top of the chair that one of the unconcern was tied to and dragged the chair as
far into the hall as he could get.
TBC….
~~~***~~~
This was written from around ’09 to
March 2011.
It has never been BETA read. Nor have I
had a full read since I finished the book.
It’s currently sitting waiting for me to
do a full re-write
As it is, this book sits at 54 pages, 10
chapters and 36,080 words.
It’s also heterosexual
By the by, this isn’t all that great,
something I wrote when I was first starting. I hope it actually makes sense.
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