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n wats playa ??? which lang is it ???
English. American Slang! 8-)Quote:
Originally Posted by chevy
oh .... all rite ... nevah read bout it any where....Quote:
Originally Posted by Surya
yeah...it's inner city slang....8-)Quote:
Originally Posted by chevy
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kalaku surya... :thumbsup:
good going......... :2thumbsup:
wats da ending??????????thanksgiving is over but ur not giving da ending...................
da story's really gud.and i read da WHOLE one.do put up da ending FASSTTTTT.........
athaane enga ending???????????Quote:
Originally Posted by Wibha
Srry...:oops: I'm writing it right now..here it is..:P
40.
“Where is Henry?” I asked. He shrugged. I fired a round between his feet on the ground. He jumped. “WHERE IS HE?” A squad car screeched to a stop behind me on the road.
“SIR!! DROP THE GUN AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR!” I turned around. It was a young kid, might’ve just joined.
“Wha?”
“SIR! DROP THE FIREARM!!” I tried to show him my badge, when I realized that I had my back turned to Charlie. I turned around and saw Charlie pull a pistol out of his back pocket. I jumped behind my banged up Corvette and heard shots which were fired. I gripped my Magnum and took a deep breath. “SIR! DROP THE FIREARM!” I looked up, the cop had his pistol at me. I dropped my Magnum and looked over the car. Charlie was dead…
41.
The rookie smacked some cuffs on my wrists and before he could put me inside the squad car Pressnall showed up and had him take the cuffs off. It helps to know cops sometimes. I went to the station and Bash stormed out of his office across the hall. “Hey Tyner! Get your stupid ass in here!!” What a Prick! I went in. Lou, Bash and Presnall stood around the table. I went in and closed the door. “2 People…that the grand total of the people you’ve killed!!” He said slammed a piece of paper on the table. “I’m giving you one last chance Tyner!! And that’s for you to get your ex-marine ass out of this investigation and move on! If not, then I’m gonna throw you in the can for Obstruction of Justice and the murder of the two. And you can bet your ass that you’ll be there for some time!”
“Bash…if it wasn’t for him, The Mayor and Presnall would be dead now!” said Lou.
“that’s true Chief!” Presnall reassured.
“Lou, Presnall, SHUT UP!!” Bash yelled and a vain popped up in his forehead. I didn’t say anything, opened the door and let myself out. I walked out of the station and saw Pain’s Jeep outside.
“What happened?” He asked.
“Bash is being a f*ck like always.”
“So what now?”
“Lets get outta here…you got anything to do today?” Pain shook his head.
“Let’s go to my place then.”
42.
We went there in Pain’s jeep since my Corvette was smashed up. I walked inside the building and went into the Deli shop. “Josh,” Josh was a forty year old owner of the Deli shop. “can I have a Turkey Sub in my room in a few minitues..” I said and headed for the stairs. That’s the advantage of living or having an office above a restaurant, it’s like room service. “Make that 2 Josh.” I said and turned around. There was no sound. Pain opened the door and walked in. I looked behind the counter. Plates were broken, the cash register was on the floor. No money was missing. I let myself into the kitchen reaching in for my Magnum. This wasn’t a mugging kind of area, but in San Francisco..you never know. Pain came in inside me. Nothing was out of place in the Kitchen. I walked to the freezer. Whenever something goes missing even at home I look in the refrigerator. Why? Nothing is ever in there. I opened it and saw Josh standing in it.
43.
I flinched and stepped back. Pain ran up to the freezer, pulled him out and laid him on the floor. “Is he dead?” Pain shook his head. I exhaled…
“His body isn’t even cold yet.” Pain said and slapped Josh’s face. Josh opened his eyes.
“James…Chicago….” he said looking at us. I went on one knee. “There were these guys…they wanted to know where you lived…I told them you lived on the second floor, door number….” he closed his eyes again and went unconscious. Pain looked up at me and put his index finger on his lips. I reloaded my Magnum heading outside the kitchen when Pain grabbed my arm.
“wait…” he said walking out silently going behind the counter. I followed. He opened a cabinet door behind the cash register and pulled out a 12-gauge shotgun.
“How do you know about the shot..”
“I sold it to him.” Pain answered. I’d never seen him answer so quickly. He tucked the shotgun between his back and his shirt, and brought another Python out of the cabinet. It’s scary how paranoid some of these shop owners get. But his guns didn’t help him today. “Lets go..” Pain whispered. Today was the most I’d heard him after the war. His mouth twitched and there was a slight smile on his face. We slowly went up the stairs trying to not make the stairs squeek….
44.
I checked the bullets in my revolver again. This could be it. Pain took a step back. So did I. With one kick the door burst open sending splinters into the air. I ran in. there were six guys in my kitchen, waiting for us. One of the guys wearing a purple silk shirt made a move.
I pointed at him and pulled the trigger, which sent him flying off of his chair. I heard another gunshot. I turned around. Pain stood there next to me with his Python outstretched. I turned back, and took the guy 2 guys in the right side of the table and Pain took the ones on the left. That’s how it works sometimes. You kill enough people with another man, you start connecting with him telepathically. Even if you didn’t say anything, you knew what the routine was. A few seconds later, six members, maybe the last ones, that worked for Henry were on the floor, dead. Pain and I lowered our guns and put them back in the holster.
I went into my kitchen to make sure they were infact dead when I heard a grunt from Pain. I turned around and saw what I thought was impossible. Henry Hunt stood between Pain and me with his back turned to me. I reached for my Magnum and pointed it at him when I saw Pain fall to his knees. He had a butcher knife stuck to his stomach, and blood flowed out of his mouth. His glasses slid off of his face. There were tears. I had known Pain for more than twenty years. His eyes have never looked that way. Eyes only look that scary when one knows with absolute certainty that he was going to die. He fell face first on the floor. Henry turned around and slowly walked towards me.
I stood there looking at Pain who was now on his left, pulling on one of the legs of the Poker Table to try and get closer to it leaving a trail of blood on the wooden floor. He kept the knife in there, and didn’t bother to take it off. He pulled again, and his arm gave in. He dropped his face hard on the floor and there was no movement. It took me a while to comprehend what was going on. James Pain was dead. I jumped back to life and looked at Henry who was now less than an inch away from my extended arm. Before I could act he hit my arm, and the Magnum fell out of my hand and landed on the other side of the room.
He grabbed my neck with both his monstrous arms. The veins on his temples were as thick as water pipe now. He picked me up by my neck. I chocked. I coughed. I cried. I chocked again. My face must have been the color of the insides of a watermelon. I grabbed his wrists and tried to pull them away from my neck. There was no use, he was probably on steroids, and he was insane. That’s a bad combination. He had an iron grip on my neck and it was getting tighter by the second.
I tried to dig my fingers into his eyes. He closed them, I scratched, poked, and punched with all my strength. He didn’t move. He could have given me the Butcher knife also, but he wanted to see me die, literally by his arms. My head started to get fuzzy, my vision started to fade. Henry’s plan was simple. Keep me pinned up to the wall through my neck till I died. I looked at Pain, lying on the wooden floor, lifeless. Tears gushed out of my eyes, and I screamed from the bottom of my stomach. I felt something happening to my arms, and my legs. My teeth felt weird. I bit them and my head was felt like it was on the verge of exploding. I reached up behind me, and felt a frame rest on the wall. It was the Clock which I had gotten when I served in Iraq. The seller said it once hung in the bedroom of some Shah at one time. I grabbed it, it was a collectable, but life's priorities tend to shift when you're on the verge of dying, I screamed as loud as I could as I brought it down on his head. It didn’t weigh much, but the glass dug into his baldhead. Pieces of razor sharp glasses stuck to his head. He bled. He yelled and opened his eyes. My vision was almost lost. I grabbed a piece of glass that was on his shoulder, and quickly jammed it into his eyes as far as I could. He screamed and let go of my neck and grabbed his eyes. Reflex. I fell down on my back, gasping for air. Every puff of air sent razors into my lungs, and my head felt like it had exploded. I was bleeding from my nose, and ears. I tasted blood in my mouth. Henry screamed some more and blindly stumbled around the room screaming from the bottom of his stomach which echoed off the walls. I sat there at the corner of the room. My vision slowly came back, my chest hurt like I was having a massive heart attack. Can’t focus on the pain now.
I blinked several times. The pain didn’t go away. I tried to ignore it, but it was strong. I screamed again, and looked at James. He was still motionless. My best friend, my fellow marine, my partner was dead. I looked at Henry who was pulling the piece of glass out of his right eye. I stood up, my knees and thighs shivered. My hands shook frantically. I tried to walk to my gun. Henry had pulled the piece of glass out. Blood gushed out of his eyes. He put his hands on it to try to make it stop. Still screaming in pain. Blood pushed it’s way thought the middle of his finguers. I stumbled a couple steps and fell on Pain’s corpse. I grunted and pushed myself up, when I felt the shotgun on his back under his shirt. It was my only way to Life. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and stuck my hand up his shirt. I found the butt of the gun. I pulled it out and cocked it back once. I looked at Henry. I got on my knees.
He had his left hand on his eye, blood still gushing out from between his finguers. He pushed his left hand over his right eye some more to stop the bleeding. His right hand was made into a fist. He came at me like a raging bull. I brought the shotgun up and pushed it against his chest. He froze. “Sh*t Falls Down.” I said and pulled the trigger. The kickback sent me back a few inches and I hit the wall and screamed. Henry’s spine shattered and red fluid along with some flesh hit the wall behind him staining it red with a splat, and he flew backwards taking him what looked like an hour to land on the ground head first. I heard footsteps. I head spun. I cocked the shotgun once more. Fight to the death! Take any motherfu8ker down with you! A few blue smudges ran in and froze. Someone came to me and came close to my face.
“You As*hole! I said you were banned from this investigation!” Bash. I dropped the gun and stumbled closer to him, he stood there looking like an asshole. I have him the best Right Hook I could and fell down. “Ahh FU*K!! My JAW!” Bash yelled. I smiled…everything around me started to fade….
45.
When I woke up I was in a hospitale ward. Lou sat next to me reading the newspaper. I exhaled. My chest still hurt. Lou looked up. "Hey Chico!" He said.
"hey...."
"Damn!! You guys are lucky you're alive!" I opened my eyes and looked at Lou.
"James!" I said and my chest hurt more.
"He's alright! He's resting in the next ward. It's gonna take him a good 6 months to rebuild his tissues again, but he made it. That motherfu*cker's got nine lives!" he said and chuckled. I closed my eyes...I had an urge to thank someone...maybe god. I opened my eyes. "You single handedly took out a whole Mafia family!"
"So it's all finished..."
"yup"
"what is Bash saying?" I asked.
"Nothin! He can't talk! You broke his jaw!" he said and laughed.
"I what?"
"Broke his ugly as* Jaw! You broke it before going out with that killer right hook!" He said and laughed again. "But it's cool though..you ain't got nothing legal against ya." I nodded when his radio muttered something. "I gotta go chico. I'll be back later today though alright? The nurse'll bring your Dinner in a few alright?" I nodded. Lou headed out the room and turned back before he left. "Chico..." I looked at him. "Get some rest...Allison and the Mayor wanna see you later." I nodded again. He left. I exhaled and got off of my bed. My leg muscles were sore, but they worked. My chest still hurt slightly with every breath. I took one step at a time and went to the next room. Pain lay on the bed with bandages and tubes all over his body. I sat next to him and touched his forehead carefully breathing little by little. He was alright. Being a Private Investigator is a lot of work. I rested my head on the wall behind the chair I was sitting. Espicially if you're the best in the business. I closed my eyes and waited for James Pain.....8-)
THE END! SO WADDAYA THINK? :D