Real Novel Chapter Eighteen
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It was raining heavily outside and he didn't feel in mode for doing anything at all, but he couldn't help it, it was after all his duty to kill these eavil men that had destroyd his life by taking away his best friend and cousin Antonio. He just couldn't help feeling a little bit disappointed of the fact that his rifle hadn't worked as it should, he had been forced to buy an pistol instead, it had cost him his last spare money, but it was for an higher purpose. He stared down in the floor before him, and watched some ants trying to invade his room at the shabby hostel where he was living. He hated ants, nearly as much as these enemies of him, but he couldn't kill them, he was to weak, his mind was falling apart, he couldn't say if killing made him any good, or not. I hate em but I can't just kill em, what the fuck is the problem with me? Why can't I just kill these stupid little ants? Oh, yeah I know its my own fault, it's simply so that I'm to soft. But I'll prove for the world that I'm really hard and that I don't let anybody mess with mine or my friends affairs. Or at least that people shalln't get away unpunished for crimes they've done.
He loaded his pistol, left the room unlocked behind him and walked down the backstairs and out at the street.
Runi was feeling depressed, he hadn't been humiliated in that way in a long time, so therefore the way in which his weakness showed itself up yesterday when the young man punched him in the stomach before he had made his moves depressed him utterly.
He hadn't much to live for, he was just an weak cripple lying in a hospitalbed most of the time, he couldn't walk, and worst of all he couldn't dance, he would never be able to dance anymore. Oh yeah, I have done a lot of things in my days, like danced tango as good as God himself, and I have been young and strong, and smoked drugs and done almost everything. It seems even like I have been in the army in my younger days, because of that mark on my chest, the same symbol as this wicked drugaddict in my neighbourbed. He talks a lot of his army days when he gets his attacks of nostalgy, and he also talks about some bastard Big Tony. It reminds me of somebody that I might have known some day...
Carlo was sleeping and Runi was in his thoughts when a nurse showed a large young man into the room. Runi stopped in his thoughts and stared at the man, it didn't seem to bee any kind of normal human being, no instead it looked like a mad redneck impersonated. The man didn't wait for a second but drew a gun from his backpocket and pushed the nurse out from the room and locked the door.
Runi shouted "Don't kill me I haven't done anything, I don't even know you!" to the man who stared at him and Carlo. Carlo sat up in his bed awakened by the noise. He stared back at the man, he couldn't believe his eyes: "What is it really you Jack?, I didn't know you were in this part of the country. If I had known I could have called after your cousin Antonio who visited me yesterday..." "Shut up now, I don't wan't to listen on more of your and Tonys stupid lies. I know better than that now a days, and I know that Antonio is dead, and that you and Tony did business on his death!" the man called Jack shouted.
"I have come here today to end your miserable life, and that will be both a punishment for what you have done, as also you can see it like I'm releasing you from your sins! And as I can see you have become a cripple nowadays, thats really pleasing because now, I'm also letting you get away from your earthly pains forever." the man said, and smiled a quit normal but in the same time shrewd smile.
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