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bennystone · 09-19-2005, 02:01 AM

Her baggage secured, she exits the terminal quickly as if threatened by time. Her movements are fluid and loose, as if returning from a long, relaxing vacation. She stands by the curb outside the revolving doors and calls for a taxi. She stretches her arm out and her lithe figure catches the eyes of the entire airport. Half a dozen cabs rush to her rescue. She walks around to the driver's side and opens the back door, throwing her things into the backseat. Then she opens the driver's door and quickly wields a heavy duty revolver. The bullet pierces the skull, ripping flesh and bone fragments directly into the brain. She grabs his collar and pulls him out of the car before gracefully departing in it.

She drives like the wind, cruising down the freeway toward the club. She nearly crashes into the front doors, burning rubber and sidewalk all the way up. As she runs inside, the bouncers step in her way. She leaps into the air, leans back, and twists her body to the left landing a sharp kick on one bouncers face. She falls to the ground landing on all fours and pulls the revolver from her belt, quickly firing between her legs at the bouncer. Two shots to the gut and he retires to his fate on the ground, joining his friend in the revenge pile.

Into the club she goes, the metal detector sounding, lights flashing all around here. The women on stage were cheap, but the men in the crowd were cheaper. This may have been high class for a strip joint, but it was a pretty fucking disaster. Her husband is the owner. He thinks he's bad because he runs a mini mafia, little thugs run around doing his bidding. Whacking people and stealing money. He was a nobody. No serious mafia boss would respect a man like this. He is to Don Corleone as a rock would be to comedy. Not The Rock, a rock. Well, either way.

For all that he didn't do well though, he was a great husband. They'd been together for 10 years and he'd never hit her or cheated on her, but a random phone call she'd received suddenly gave her reason to suspect otherwise. She was enraged, and rightfully so, but something in her was going off.

She ran up the stairs to the VIP rooms and slammed open his special room to find him elbow deep in something very statutory. She nearly dropped that small brown box she'd clung so tightly to the whole way. She opened it instead, to reveal a bottle of tequila that she'd brought back for him. It was very high quality and she'd hoped to share it with him that night. She quickly opened the bottle of tequila and started drinking straight from the bottle.

Her husband didn't stop what he was doing and kept going at the young girl underneath him. She lights up a cigarette as she removes her scarf. The tears streaming down her face are making her make up run. She takes a long drag from the cigarette, staring at the nightmare before her.

Suddenly, she pours a bunch of tequila out onto her scarf, then stuffs one end of it into the bottle then she takes the cigarette from her mouth and ignites the scarf. The flame engulfs her hand as she flings the bottle straight at the already hot couple. She screams as her hand starts on fire, but her eyes never leave the bottle as it smashes on her husbands back bursting into a beautiful explosion. His flesh melts away on impact and his bare back is exposed near through to the bone as the flames quickly engulf the rest of his body and the body beneath him. He screams as he leaps from the bed and sprints around the room looking for something, anything... salvation. Her sleeve still alit and scorching the flesh on her left hand, she watches in awe as his fiery corpse runs about, screaming in pain. She fires her gun at him as he runs, landing a number of bullets in his chest, and he finally collapses on the floor. He stares at her intently as blood spurts out his mouth and he is suddenly quite still.

This was a lot more violent of an end than she had originally intended. Her first idea was to poison him with the tequila, but then she walked in on him. Of course, she knew this when she drank the tequila. Her eyes were glazing over and she fell to knees. She groaned a muffled sentiment before collapsing on the floor, still burning as the flame spread up to her shoulder.

The police would arrive hours later to find 3 charred bodies, 2 naked and one clothed. One filled with bullets, one with poison, and one with sperm. The police agree that it would not be enjoyable to be filled with any of these three things, and call it a day.

09-19-2005, 02:01 AM	#4 (permalink)
bennystone Upright Location: north san diego county	Her baggage secured, she exits the terminal quickly as if threatened by time. Her movements are fluid and loose, as if returning from a long, relaxing vacation. She stands by the curb outside the revolving doors and calls for a taxi. She stretches her arm out and her lithe figure catches the eyes of the entire airport. Half a dozen cabs rush to her rescue. She walks around to the driver's side and opens the back door, throwing her things into the backseat. Then she opens the driver's door and quickly wields a heavy duty revolver. The bullet pierces the skull, ripping flesh and bone fragments directly into the brain. She grabs his collar and pulls him out of the car before gracefully departing in it. She drives like the wind, cruising down the freeway toward the club. She nearly crashes into the front doors, burning rubber and sidewalk all the way up. As she runs inside, the bouncers step in her way. She leaps into the air, leans back, and twists her body to the left landing a sharp kick on one bouncers face. She falls to the ground landing on all fours and pulls the revolver from her belt, quickly firing between her legs at the bouncer. Two shots to the gut and he retires to his fate on the ground, joining his friend in the revenge pile. Into the club she goes, the metal detector sounding, lights flashing all around here. The women on stage were cheap, but the men in the crowd were cheaper. This may have been high class for a strip joint, but it was a pretty fucking disaster. Her husband is the owner. He thinks he's bad because he runs a mini mafia, little thugs run around doing his bidding. Whacking people and stealing money. He was a nobody. No serious mafia boss would respect a man like this. He is to Don Corleone as a rock would be to comedy. Not The Rock, a rock. Well, either way. For all that he didn't do well though, he was a great husband. They'd been together for 10 years and he'd never hit her or cheated on her, but a random phone call she'd received suddenly gave her reason to suspect otherwise. She was enraged, and rightfully so, but something in her was going off. She ran up the stairs to the VIP rooms and slammed open his special room to find him elbow deep in something very statutory. She nearly dropped that small brown box she'd clung so tightly to the whole way. She opened it instead, to reveal a bottle of tequila that she'd brought back for him. It was very high quality and she'd hoped to share it with him that night. She quickly opened the bottle of tequila and started drinking straight from the bottle. Her husband didn't stop what he was doing and kept going at the young girl underneath him. She lights up a cigarette as she removes her scarf. The tears streaming down her face are making her make up run. She takes a long drag from the cigarette, staring at the nightmare before her. Suddenly, she pours a bunch of tequila out onto her scarf, then stuffs one end of it into the bottle then she takes the cigarette from her mouth and ignites the scarf. The flame engulfs her hand as she flings the bottle straight at the already hot couple. She screams as her hand starts on fire, but her eyes never leave the bottle as it smashes on her husbands back bursting into a beautiful explosion. His flesh melts away on impact and his bare back is exposed near through to the bone as the flames quickly engulf the rest of his body and the body beneath him. He screams as he leaps from the bed and sprints around the room looking for something, anything... salvation. Her sleeve still alit and scorching the flesh on her left hand, she watches in awe as his fiery corpse runs about, screaming in pain. She fires her gun at him as he runs, landing a number of bullets in his chest, and he finally collapses on the floor. He stares at her intently as blood spurts out his mouth and he is suddenly quite still. This was a lot more violent of an end than she had originally intended. Her first idea was to poison him with the tequila, but then she walked in on him. Of course, she knew this when she drank the tequila. Her eyes were glazing over and she fell to knees. She groaned a muffled sentiment before collapsing on the floor, still burning as the flame spread up to her shoulder. The police would arrive hours later to find 3 charred bodies, 2 naked and one clothed. One filled with bullets, one with poison, and one with sperm. The police agree that it would not be enjoyable to be filled with any of these three things, and call it a day. __________________ "In this world of uncertainty there's one thing you can be sure of and that is that you can never be sure of anything."