Thursday, April 16, 2009

3WW on Thursday - More Content Warning

It is time for another 3WW. The words this week are allure, perch and vivid. Head on over to 3WW for more posts. I know I'm a day late, but I was busy. Please forgive me. Here is the final post for my dark little ditty that I have been working on. And today's is REALLY dark, and has a twist of irony at the end. Isn't that how life always is though, a little irony right at the end?

He followed the murderer and the prostitute a few blocks to a part of town that looked abandoned. He could see the allure in the busted out windows and darkened street lights. No witnesses. He pulled over and stroked the gleaming 9mm resting on the passenger seat, and watched the girl get dragged into the closest building.
Quietly he slunk around the side of the gutted warehouse and risked a quick look in the broken pane of glass. Neither noticed him so he resumed his perch and waited for his heartbeat to slow. His hands shook, and a cold sweat covered his entire body. The grip on his gun was slippery so he wiped his hand off on his trousers and prayed for all he was worth. Was it worth it? Was avenging his sister worth the rest of his life? Risking eternity in Hell?

He blew out a long breath, extended his arm, and let his sight narrow in on the man forcing his cock between the crying girl’s lips. Mascara streaked down her face and he could tell she was struggling to breath. The man jerked her hair and forced her farther down, just as the gun went off.

The bullet ripped through the back of the man’s head, exploding out of his face. Vivid blood coated the whore’s hair, and thicker chunks slid down her cheeks. The man fell and his penis slid from her mouth with a pop, and as soon as she drew a full breath, a scream peireced the night.

He hissed at her to be quiet, but she couldn’t hear over her own panic. She struggled to her feet, leaving a purse filled with condoms behind and ran toward the door they’d entered through. He tried to stop her, he really did, but she wouldn’t listen to him.

What happened next couldn’t have been avoided. She’d ruin everything. Go to the cops, shit, she knew who he was. He didn’t want to do it, but when she wouldn’t listen to him, wouldn’t stop screaming, he leveled the gun and fired.

5 comments:

huddlekay said...

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. (Friedrich Nietzche)

Love it Crys!

pia said...

Good buildup to the end

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Crumbs, it never stops at one, does it?

Nicely written.

ThomG said...

Tightly woven. Great ending. One is never enough.

MichaelO said...

The moral quandry of the vigalante? A greater tale evelopes this scene. Well done.