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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 10:14 pm
Finally, the news blared on. It featured the robbery that had occurred only about an hour ago. It flicked pictures of some of the gang members, including Lorin and Kaisin. It even showed Mina, since she was the only female in the ground and easy to spot.
"And then I like.. got out of my gun and like went.. bang bang. Ya know what I'm saying?" The person who's shop they stole from was talking now. "And then I heard somebody scream out after both shots, so I'm guessing that I shot 'em both times or something, ya know?" The guy had a clear souther accent, but was also drunk since he slurred his words together.
"You sure it's okay?" Mina asked, sitting down next to Dustynn on the couch and leaning her head into his shoulder. Dustynn didn't brush her off, nor hold her closer. He just nodded in reply, turning off the television.
"Anybody got a deck of cards?" Lorin asked, and Kaisin pulled out a deck from his back pocket. "Are you gonna play, Boss?" He asked, waving the cards in his direction.
"If we're playing Poker or Texas Hold 'Em, no... If we're playing Black Jack or Speed then okay." Dustynn muttered, moving so that he was closer to the table in the middle.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 5:21 pm
Olan switched the channels, when suddenly something on one of the news channels caught his eye. What was Nyka doing on the ground... covered in her blood?!
"Another murder has been committed, and the victim is Nyka Senshi. After interviewing a few loved ones of hers, it is revealed that she, too, was a friend of the infamous Olan Fluffsworth, a 9/11 survivor," said the news lady who was standing right next to the pool of blood. "As we all know, Olan is an orphan whose entire family was killed in the collapse of the Twin Towers. Many people believe that Olan is cursed by the Devil and thus is the center of all these crimes. Though those people are probably the same people who claim to see the Devil's face in the smoke, this may be true, seeing as so many murder victims over the years since 9/11 have been friends of Olan Fluffsworth. The only question is, why him of all survivors?"
Olan immediately turned off the screen. Illogical. If the Devil was seen in the smoke, why did he wait to show himself in a disaster when he could have appeared anytime? Ridiculous!
Then again, the part about all of his friends being killed was true. It always seemed to be that way, and now it's happening again. "Why can't whoever it is who's doing this just leave my friends alone?" Olan wondered, then he began to shout. "What do you want?! Please, just go away!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:12 pm
"Maybe I shouldn't have come...?" Lorin wondered, hearing the television still on from the abandoned house. He had, against the wishes of Dustynn, come back to the house he had seen the thief disappear into to get the money back. If I get the money back... then Boss will probably promote me... Yeah, that's it! Lorin had kept repeating over and over in his head to make sure that he wouldn't turn back.
He crept to the window, leaning against the sill. The TV was still on, and a picture of a girl was on the ground. Hey... isn't that... that girl that was shot down a little while ago? No way... I know that girl! Lorin stifled a gasp. That's the girl that Kaisin shot. Lorin furrowed his eyebrows. Kaisin's been acting strange ever since 9/11. Now I think I know why. Lorin thought as he listened to the news a little bit more. Olan Fluffsworth... I have to tell Boss. He thought, leaping from the window sill and dashing back towards the base.
"Boss...? Ya in?" Lorin knocked on the door to Dustynn's room. After the seventh knock, Dustynn answered it. His hair was tousled a little bit, and his eyes blood shot.
"What... In God's name... Do you want, Lorin?" He asked, hissing his words at the subordinate.
"Kaisin's been killing people on the side. I know he has." Lorin stuttered. "He just killed some girl today... Nyka Senshi, was it?" He thought back a little bit. Dustynn's eyes widened slightly, then reverted back to their normal almost closed.
"I'll deal with it tomorrow. You do realize if I kick him out, you may have to leave as well?" Dustynn asked. Lorin nodded, then Dustynn shut his door. Then he just into his bed, clutching the pillow. Nyka... Senshi... Was that the name of the girl? I never really cared what their names were anyway. He sighed, remember the faces of all the people that he had killed in the past eight years since 9/11. Too many to count... I guess.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:42 pm
He had been crying for who knew how long. Crying because of Nyka's death. Crying because of the death of his family. Crying because so many deaths had all been his fault. Why? Why did they have to go? They didn't do anything!
After he had no more tears to cry, Olan stood up and wiped away his tears. There was no time for crying. He was destined to be alone, after all. It's best he learned to deal with it. Getting the bag of money out from under the bed and withdrawing a few dollars, he walked downstairs.
"Might as well get something to eat," he said. As he walked through the doors and out to the street, he immediately heard the shuffling of feet. People were trying to stay away, to stay alive. It was as if his own presence was life-threatening.
There was a McDonald's place not far from home. He'll just go over there and eat or something. He hid his face and hair with a hood. If nobody recognized him, then it's guaranteed that he won't be kept out of the place.
There was a strange noise behind him. Footsteps. Someone was following him. The murderer? Probably. Olan walked faster, but so did the footsteps. He ran, an exponential increase in speed until it was constant.
"Leave me alone!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:48 pm
"Now... why would I want to do that?" The voice replied. Dustynn's pale features sort of jumped out from the dark wall that was behind him and the dark clothing that he wore. His dark eyes were set on the white haired boy in front of him, the money clutched in his hand. "I saved your life you know... Putting down my own gang so that you should be able to escape. But now... I'm going to have to ask you to return that money." He muttered. "But now isn't the time to do it, since you have to eat something tonight. But I'm warning you... if I don't get that money back by tomorrow, I'm going to have to kill you like I killed Nyka. E-mail me... so we can set up a time and place." He said, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Olan. "I'll be seeing you later then..." He sighed.
The paper read:
DustynnLoch254@gmail.com
Dustynn nodded his head once, then disappeared into the flowing masses of people.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:15 pm
Olan had stopped running when he heard the murderer's voice, and now he stood in the same spot, staring at the place where the murderer stood before. So, that guy was the one who knocked out those thugs, but now he wants the money back.
Sure, Olan could return the bag, but what about the money he planned to use? Will he have to earn that back? If so, how was he going to do that? He had no job. No one would hire him because of the "curse".
He pulled out his cell phone and started to e-mail the murderer. "Fine, you can have your money. Just meet me at Time Square at five in the morning," was what the e-mail read. After sending it, Olan continued on to the McDonald's place. Once tomorrow ends, who knows what that guy's going to suggest about making up the used dollars?
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:10 pm
Dustynn's phoned beeped in his pocket, signifying that he had an e-mail. He looked at it and sighed, pushing his hair back a ways from his eyes. Five in the morning? That was much too early. He thought. Oh well... I guess I'm going. He muttered curse words as he lumbered to his room in the gang's hideout.
"Um, Boss?" Kaisin called from the stairs. "Nyka... she's um..." He began.
"Dead, I know. I killed her." Dustynn muttered. He raised his arm slightly above his head and winced. The bullet wound hadn't recovered that much. "Stupid shop keepers and the Second Amendment.... what is the world coming to?" He hissed, continuing his trek upstairs.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 1:36 pm
After ordering something from McDonald's and then being chased out, Olan walked home drinking a large soda that he had managed to fill. The bag was somewhat heavy, and he didn't bother to know why. Maybe because he was troubled. His hair was, after all, a complete mess. His clothes were ripped and littered with salts, sauces, whatever you could find in that restaurant.
He could remember everything clearly. After he made his order and payed, some kid pulled his hood off and the cashier just started throwing things at him. The whole place was in panic and he finally had to rush out of there as soon as his order was ready.
Olan nearly collapsed in exhaustion. People seemed to treat him like a serious criminal. Why? He hadn't done anything to them. It's not like they're going to get killed just because they saw him.
His thoughts suddenly returned to the murderer. Nyka's murderer. Maybe the same person who killed all of his other friends as well. What was his purpose? What did he have against Olan?
Thump! He suddenly bumped into his door. Sighing, Olan opened the door and entered the house. "I'm home," he said to no one in particular. Setting his dinner on a dusty table, Olan checked the time. Ten o'clock. 7 hours before he had to go to Time Square.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:20 am
Dustynn had been sleeping soundly in his bed, when the sound of sirens troubled sleep. There were ambulances and fire trucks and police cars littering the streets, and awe struck pedestrians lining the curb. The twin towers were on fire, and they were crashing down. Dustynn could only watch in despair as he realized that his sister and mother were inside of the building, crashing to their doom if they weren't dead yet.
Then the scene faded, becoming a small picture of a man beating up a small child, claiming it was his fault that his pride and joy, his wife and daughter, had been killed in the towers. He was blaming it on his own son, the person who refused to go up with them because he thought that it was going to be boring.
Finally, Dustynn woke up. Sweat was falling down his face in buckets, and he was breathing hard. He rubbed his face with the back of his hand, placing it on his bare chest to feel his pulse. His heart was beating fast, faster than when he was shot.
Why am I remembering that? Dustynn thought. Why am I remembering... my childhood?
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 2:28 pm
Olan couldn't sleep. He was too afraid to sleep. The Towers would just come back to haunt him. He could plainly remember the scene. A young child of only seven years of age running up to the burning rubble, and his family had disappeared. He remembered digging through the rubble until his fingers felt numb with burns and pain. He remembered desperately calling for his family. Each name still lay fresh on his tongue, as if he had just voiced them.
Over these miserable and lonely years, he tried not to forget them. He would recite their names. He would recite their birthdates. He would recite anything he knew of them, so he wouldn't forget them.
The room seemed so dark all of a sudden, and the outside sky was colorful. Olan's eyes widened and he looked at the clock. 4:55 a.m.?! He immediately ran upstairs, took out the bag from his bed, ran downstairs and out the door, and headed to Time Square. Who knows what'll happen if he was late!
He tried to dodge the gunshots from people who seemed to want to kill him. He could've sworn that those people who thought he was cursed had hired some assassins for the very purpose of "destroying the Devil's vessel".
Being chased all the way to Time Square, he tripped right in the middle of the street. A searing pain clawed at his left ankle, and he froze to keep it from growing. A loud beeping sound was heard and Olan looked toward the source. A car was coming straight at him!
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:03 pm
The car didn't make impact to the boy in the middle of the street. The gun shots seemed to disappear, and the shouts of angry people turned to gasp of surprise. Dustynn darted into the street, grabbing Olan as he did so, and sprinted to the other side before the car hit them.
He was breathing hard when he reached the other side, but kept on looking at the boy in front of him. His ankle was bleeding heavily, a gun shot wound gaping in his flesh. "Are you okay?" Dustynn asked, picking the boy up gingerly. His arm began searing in pain, but he didn't care. He carried Olan to the hideout, keeping him slung over his shoulder in such a way that it made Olan look dead.
When he banged the door open, all of the heads turned. "Boss?" "Who is that?" "Boss, what are you doing?" was Dustynn's only greeting when he waltzed in with the boy. One swift glare around the room quieted the vocal greeting, but it didn't stop their eyes from wandering from the boy to their boss.
"Get over it. You would have done the same." Dustynn hissed angrily, walking up to his room and slamming the door shut. Marissa was sitting inside, obviously waiting for him to return. "Get a bandage or something and get the tweezers. He's got a bullet in his ankle." Dustynn ordered, laying him on the bed. Then he walked over to his desk, sitting down with a sigh. Could this morning possibly get any worse?
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:28 pm
Everything seemed to pass so quickly. The only thing he was aware of were voices of some sort. He began to wonder if he was dead, if those voices were of his lost family's. Was he in Heaven? It definitely wasn't Hell, since he didn't feel any burning all over the place.
As his sight cleared, Olan instantly knew that he was still alive. But how? He should have been crushed, right? His head began hurting and his hand instantly went up to his forehead. A groan of discomfort escaped him and he felt strangely cold.
It was then that he became aware of his surroundings. He wasn't where he last remembered nor was he in a hospital. The place was very unfamiliar. Where was he? Who brought him here?
His headache returned and he was forced to cease the thoughts. He felt terrible, as if he wasn't getting enough oxygen.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:41 pm
"Dustynn!!!" Marissa shrieked, "Your injured boy is awake!"
Dustynn immediately burst through the room, walking over to look at Olan. His hand was on his forehead, and he looked dazed. But he was healthy, his skin not as pale as when he had picked him up, and his eyes weren't spinning around his head like a cartoon.
"Good job Mari. You may leave now." Dustynn murmured, slipping her a note to keep everyone out of the room.
"Yes Boss, of course." Marissa smiled, leaving the room and shutting it tightly as she left.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:57 pm
It was then that Olan heard two voices, one female and one male that sounded oddly famliar. The next thing he knew, a door had shut and the conversation had stopped. It was apparent that there was one of the two voices in the room, because Olan could feel the presence of another person.
His mind was almost completely blank except for fear and assumptions. He began to wonder if the "Devil's Witnesses" had captured him. It was already bad enough with attempted assassination and what not, but now this?
He forced himself to calm down. There was no way to tell that he was with the Devil's Witnesses. For all he knew, he could have been rescued before the assassins could get to him and hidden in his savior's house, but there was no proof of that, either.
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