Part 5
Smith thought he hear a click, was his hearing coming back? He stepped back as he bent down low. Letting the cold metal slide forward and over this right shoulder then quickly came back up knocking the arm and gun into the air. Smith twisted and brought his own weapon to bear on this new enemy. The young male left his arm in mid air, gun still in hand, and stright faced. It was one of the lovers, but where was the other one? And why was he doing this? Did he not want Smith to let the man go? Or where they helping him?
Smith thought things out for a moment and come to a conclusion. "I'm going to let this man go. As I would wish the same treatment would be given to me for my faluts. Does everyone understand?" After his first few words smith understood that he did not have his hearing back. Smith could bearly understand his own words and the responses the others made where nothing more then simple silent motions. Every one seemed to still be scared which smith took as their fear of him letting this man go. The others thought at first that smith was like them and now they must realize he is not, they must think Smith is in on it. It saddened smith greatly to think that they thought of him as such, but really smith could see very little difference between himself and the trucker. Smith might look like the old man on the outside, but inside Smith thought of himself like the trucker.
Smith kicked the trucker and told him to move. The trucker responded slowly at first then burst into movement once upon his feet. The trucker was up and out the door quicker then most could follow. The door shut behind him and smith breath easier and turn his attion to the rest of the people. The lover seemed to smirk which turned smiths stomach. The lover was in on it, and if him then... Another click.
Smith thought things out for a moment and come to a conclusion. "I'm going to let this man go. As I would wish the same treatment would be given to me for my faluts. Does everyone understand?" After his first few words smith understood that he did not have his hearing back. Smith could bearly understand his own words and the responses the others made where nothing more then simple silent motions. Every one seemed to still be scared which smith took as their fear of him letting this man go. The others thought at first that smith was like them and now they must realize he is not, they must think Smith is in on it. It saddened smith greatly to think that they thought of him as such, but really smith could see very little difference between himself and the trucker. Smith might look like the old man on the outside, but inside Smith thought of himself like the trucker.
Smith kicked the trucker and told him to move. The trucker responded slowly at first then burst into movement once upon his feet. The trucker was up and out the door quicker then most could follow. The door shut behind him and smith breath easier and turn his attion to the rest of the people. The lover seemed to smirk which turned smiths stomach. The lover was in on it, and if him then... Another click.
posted by Judge of the Whetten's at 1:27 PM
6 Comments:
Shucks..I ran out of finger nails to bite..keep the suspense coming!
I think I can relate to Smith... and to Su.
Where oh where were the lovers hiding all this time I wonder? And why, of all places would they do this in a small diner?
Do you see yourself in any of these roles Judge? Do you see yourself in all of the roles as you write? It sure seems like you are there, recording the actions, thoughts and scenery as it happens. I guess you could just be mental. :p But then again, I would be too because I place myself in the shoes of the people I write about. Keep the story coming, it's progressing wonderfully.
of course the lovers would wanna do this! they're angry at the world and need money, duh!
Obviously the lovers are Pumpkin and Honey Bunny from Pulp Fiction, and Smith is Jules.
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