Okay kid, here’s the story. It’s a story of a guy and a gal, common, trite little happy love story; I’ll bet you’re thinkin, right? Wrong. So, so wrong. Let me tell you what happened. All of this craziness went down about a year ago, and things were good at the start. None of us had any problems with each other. Me? Well my life was just grand. We had no problems, things were good, carefree.
That one day though, that’s when it all went south.
We see a man-he’s neither old nor young-and by the looks of it, he has money. He ducks into a large black car. It’s a Cadillac with a wide bumper and classic design. We hear the soft thump of the car door closing, and it peels away quickly disappearing around the corner.
It’s late morning now, a little after eleven AM. There is a brisk feeling to the air, it is just cold enough to make you wish you had a coat, but sunny enough that you are fine without. You can feel the anticipation. Something big is about to start here, it’s just this hunch you have. We are situated in front of a large and old stone building. The same black Cadillac as before slows to a stop, the gravel of the enormous driveway crunching under the wheels. The door opens and a man, presumably the same man as before, (we cannot yet see his face) steps out and leisurely takes his time up the walk; glancing up at the foliage around him, stopping to adjust his coat.
He is dressed in a somewhat peculiar manner, however, it is very befitting of the way he is carrying himself; poised, dignified. A bowler hat sits atop his dark hair, and he has a crisp pair of pinstripe slacks on. He holds a cane, yet walks with no apparent limp. It adds a certain finesse to his image though, and is obviously intended to give that effect.
He walks into the building, and now we are back where we started.
It was in the beginning of November if I’m remembering right. This guy I mentioned… the one who the story is about? Yeah, well this day was the day that his business had been runnin for 3 years. It was going pretty well, or at least we thought, but I guess he was up to his eyeballs in financial problems. The guy, let’s call him Knife, had this knack for conniving money out of people. He was sneaky; he made ya think that everything was a million times better than it was.
That one day though, that’s when it all went south.
We see a man-he’s neither old nor young-and by the looks of it, he has money. He ducks into a large black car. It’s a Cadillac with a wide bumper and classic design. We hear the soft thump of the car door closing, and it peels away quickly disappearing around the corner.
It’s late morning now, a little after eleven AM. There is a brisk feeling to the air, it is just cold enough to make you wish you had a coat, but sunny enough that you are fine without. You can feel the anticipation. Something big is about to start here, it’s just this hunch you have. We are situated in front of a large and old stone building. The same black Cadillac as before slows to a stop, the gravel of the enormous driveway crunching under the wheels. The door opens and a man, presumably the same man as before, (we cannot yet see his face) steps out and leisurely takes his time up the walk; glancing up at the foliage around him, stopping to adjust his coat.
He is dressed in a somewhat peculiar manner, however, it is very befitting of the way he is carrying himself; poised, dignified. A bowler hat sits atop his dark hair, and he has a crisp pair of pinstripe slacks on. He holds a cane, yet walks with no apparent limp. It adds a certain finesse to his image though, and is obviously intended to give that effect.
He walks into the building, and now we are back where we started.
It was in the beginning of November if I’m remembering right. This guy I mentioned… the one who the story is about? Yeah, well this day was the day that his business had been runnin for 3 years. It was going pretty well, or at least we thought, but I guess he was up to his eyeballs in financial problems. The guy, let’s call him Knife, had this knack for conniving money out of people. He was sneaky; he made ya think that everything was a million times better than it was.
Knife had worked for me ever since he was a little kid, and his parents didn't have much money. Even if they did I've got this feelin that he would've been pretty much on his own anyways, cause he always seemed to be independant. He was always a good kid from the start, I never figured out why he got to being so conniving.
So anyways, I was real proud of him when he opened up that business. In a world where things always seem to go wrong he managed to have them go right. It was a good feeling; gave everyone a little more hope. Well, at least before we realized what a bandit Knife was.
We are inside the large building now, and the man walks up the staircase and down to an ornate doorway at the end of the hallway. Hesitantly, he knocks on the door. "Come in!" speaks a slightly muffled voice. The fact that the speaker is female-and expecting him- is apparent by her tone and the man's reaction. The room is handsome and thoughtfully furnished. A woman is seated on a black couch, and springs up at the sight of him. (Perhaps this is not whom she was expecting to meet)
"Oh," she whispered "OH!" Louder this time. "But wait, you didn't go through with it?"
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