| Subject: Real Folk Blues.... (continued.) |
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Date Posted: 20:54:16 03/15/02 Fri
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Wuth
's message, "Real Folk Blues...." on 20:11:40 03/15/02 Fri
(OOC:Im not done yet.)
Wuth curled up into a little ball and looked in his pockets, pulling out two ciggars, a rose, and an engagement ring. He hadnt seen these since the last time him and Dominiue were together. He was saving them for their date that night..... (A gentle piano solo plays in. The pictures play without sound.)
It was drizzling softly the kind that kept you in bed. Wuth woke up and looked at his clock. 12:00 kept blinking. He had slept in. He had an hour to get ready, he would see Dominique soon. Wuth was going to propose. He kept the ring in his pocket and grabbed the roses he had bought. He dressed in his nice pants and jacket and walked into his living room. It was spotless back then. He pulled a cigar box out from under his couch. He pulled out two then slid the box back under, then grabbed his lucky trenchcoat. Wuth walked out the door and headed to the door. He was a cop back then. But he was in serious trouble for using combat implants during one sortie against the syndicate, it was this little box that pumped adrenaline and energy into you,it kept you on your toes and gave you dead accuracy.... But they were very illegal. He would probably lose his job. But that didn't bother him.
Wuth walked up to the apartmant building. She was waiting there. Here long red hair reached her back, she was beautiful. She was wearing a dress... all nice clothes on. She worked at a lawers office, the best in town, Flash Franky so they called him. Wuth handed her the flowers, she took them smiling.
(Music still plays. There is sound now, just people talking.)They sat down at a small table in a nice ritzy resteraunt. Cops got payed alot, hazerdous work so to say. Wuth grabbed a menu and fingured the ring in his pocket. Now was the time. But something seemed wrong, she was worried about something, Wuth couldnt tell what. Sudenly Wuth heard tires screaching outside. Doors slammed. The mobsters pointed through the window. "There she is. She's the witness! We cant let her get away!" They started firing in the building. Wuth pushed Dominique over and put the table up as cover. Wuth didn't have a gun. Wuth knew the sounds of guns. It wasnt like a blam or a pop like people thought. It was a constant clicking followed by a short quiet boom, to quiet to hear. The bullets thudded against the table. Wuth grabbed hold of Dominique. She wasnt breathing. Wuth looked to inspect her.... She had been shot in the heart..... 1 in a million shot.... They had come because she saw them kill Flash Frankie....
(back in the cell. The music stops. An uncomfortable quiet sets in.)
Wuth wiped the tears from his eyes. It should have been him. Why did she have to die. Wuth Cursed god for all these stupid tests and tribulations. Wuth had had enough. Shayla.... She betrayed him..... But he wasnt to hold a grudge on a woman.... All his life changed in a just a few days. Wuth sighed to himself.This story... everthing changes and then returns back to normal in an endless circle..... That was why he called his ship the Endless Lullabye......
See ya Space Cowboy
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