Shorty #45

"No!" she said. "NO NO NO NO!"

"Fine!" I said angrily. "But just so you know, it was your idea in the first place!"

"Well, I changed my mind. And besides, who said it'd be today? We never agreed for it to happen today, what with all the bullshit that we'd gone through today."

I fished my pack of Dunhills from my pocket and lit one stick, savouring the smoke as it burnt through whatever lung tissue I had left. I'd been meaning to quit but I figured, after this week, we'd probably be dead anyway. So why bother? I rolled down the window and we cruised silently down the road. Traffic wasnt heavy this time of day and the town was in sort of laid back atmosphere. Kids were playing in the park and the parents were out on picnics nearby. Under normal circumstances, I'd say this was a beautiful day. Pity it aint for us.

"Make a left here," she said, snapping me out of my 2 seconds daydream. I made the turn and we arrived in a street dominated by a huge red building. It was fairly old, with an architecture that I didn't really give a fuck less. Vines were growing on its brick walls and from the look of things, it was well kempt. There was no one around save for a street cleaner sweeping a sidewalk.

"Stop here," she said, her eyes never leaving the entrance of the building as I stopped at a good parking spot.

"What is this place?" I asked. "And what the hell are we doing here anyway? We're supposed to lie low, remember?"

"We are. Now shut up and help me take the shit out from the back."

"Whatever. What is this place?" I asked again, slightly irritated because she didn't answer me the first time. "Looks like a fortress. How come I've never seen this place before?"

"Thats because you've never seen this place before," a voice spoke from behind me. I turned around startled. It was the street cleaner. How'd he get here so fast-?

That's when the world became dark. The last thing I remember was that son of a bitch's grinning face as his fist hit home. Home being the side of my face. The force of the punch spun me around and I could see her face, cold and emotionless, staring at my limp body as it hit the boot of the car and slumped down to the ground. Blood oozed out of my mouth and nose. I could remember them looking down at while the cleaner rubbed his fist. I passed out.

~to be continued whenever.