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Rude Awakenings
Rose and Josiah bit into a drumstick in the middle of her “My Little Gym”, and sang along to The American Authors’ “Best Day of My Life”. The onlookers, Josiah’s buddies applauded and continued gnawing at their chicken. Today was all about eating life with a serving spoon. Josiah had intended to propose to Rose, the instructor, amid the fun. She didn’t mind if he was a gangster or the pope. He was the man of her life, and that did the trick.
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It did not matter to them what was happening on the other side of town, or even on mars. Who cares if the devil is having a nightmare? Only Luke and his men. He’d just settled a score with the Gaza boys, put them in their right place. He liked the fact that his boys were swift with the trigger, and knew no better than to spray copper. Ah, he smiled to himself as they headed towards My Little Gym. Talk transitioned to their girls and stuff, and somewhere in the middle he lost interest.
Gato, one of Luke’s lieutenants, almost beautifully danced into the small gym. All gazes followed him as he brake-danced to the stereo and cranked the volume up. By the time he turned back to his audience, Josiah had already shoved Rose under an upturned crate. Luke didn’t have all those pleasantries, though. He just leaned against the door post, hand to the holster and masked face, as Gato and his other lieutenants entertained their host.
Rose could only cling to her only companion in the tiny cage, a squishy block. Thank the heavens that the children never learn to keep a place like this tidy. For the very life of hers, she prayed to the deities that she’d wake up already to find out it was a stupid nightmare. Her answer came in the form of a load, recklessly dropped onto her crate-cage.
Rose watched in horror as Josiah rolled off the wooden crate, lifeless eyes staring forlornly back at her and blood oozing out of his mutilated throat. Her perky lips wanted to part and issue a high pitched scream, but her hand quickly covered her mouth. She simply let Josiah’s blood soak her up. She was a helpless heap, bundled up in a wooden crate. In different circumstances, her teal outfit would have been comic, soaked in thick red blood, and a few chicken limbs to complete the set.
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But things were different. Meda’s men had been pounced like sitting ducks. The only weapons they had in hand were the chicken parts they were happily munching, against silenced .45’s. Luke and his lieutenants didn’t even give them a chance to swallow, let out fish out their daggers, at least. Instead he decimated them with relish mathematical wretchedness. Before you say Jack Robinson, all Meda’s men were downed, their brains plastered all over.
But Luke was not in the least moved. He adjusted his mask and signaled to his lieutenants, who strolled around the room, among the lifeless bodies. Woe unto anyone of the bodies if they as much as displayed any sign of life, because they’d force the guns to kill him again.
Luke pointed his .45 at the disgustingly loud stereo, but decided against it. Taking the cue, Sam reduced the volume to conversational level. Luke slumped against the wall and wiped blood off his masked face.
“Clean up should be in within 5 minutes.” Luke stated into the air. Nobody responded. The lieutenants only continued pacing among the bodies. “Anyway, guys, this is the victory we’ve been dreaming up. Meda is finally out of the way, and we have monopoly in this trade”.
“Whatever it is, boss.” Guido stopped pacing and faced him. “So many strings to pull, man. But we have our victory today. Boobs and booze all weekend long!” a small applause chorused in the little blood-bathed establishment and flickered off.
“Can’t wait to get my hands on Maggie and an ice-cold signorina!” Sam was visibly excited. He even proposed a cool joint in the outskirts. Before anyone could answer, Martinez grimaced and caught everyone’s attention. His leg was lodged onto a skull, having accidentally entered through a bullet exit. Gato and Sam sprang to his rescue, one of them holding the skull down while the other jerked the leg. It came free with a pop, sending them off-kilter
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“Am also in for some fun this weekend,” Martinez started, collecting himself and leaning against the wall, “but my in-laws. They’re coming over. Some stupid traditional ceremony Sylvia. I don’t know why I have to carry such a heavy burden, simply she’s being initiated to adulthood. Why can’t they let her figure her way out, Does she need telling that she’s now an adult?”
“Phew!” Sam countered. “Such a sentiment. My sister also passed through such …..”
“The same sister I dismissed because she has a phobia for bathrooms!” Martinez was obviously rising to the occasion. Gato and Martinez burst into laughter. Luke was used to this kind of back and forth between the two, and knew it won’t end well.
“Pig-shit! That’s only an excuse to keep from giving her child-support!”
“look at all this blood, kid.” Martinez was calm again. “can you tell whose blood stained you?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he averted his gaze to Luke, who had long buried his head in his palms. He knew when something was wrong, even without seeing the expression on his boss’ face. He could tell when his boss’ mind was miles away, when something was really bothering him, and this was one of those times.
“What dragon are you fighting this time?” It was Guido, in a tone almost too concerned for this setting. Luke eyed him for a minute in blank silence before he finally opened up.
“What is all this life, with the void inside?” Luke started like he was dragging a cigar from a clogged filter. His affluence and monopolization of the drug trade had suddenly lost meaning. It only gave him sleepless nights and deep-seated dread. All the luxurious destinations he’d visited suddenly had no meaning. It seamed like he was missing something despite all his achievements. He looked strong on the outside, but inside he was crushing.
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