Fear - sequel to the mask.
Aug 21, 2008 17:09:11 GMT -5
Post by The Storyteller on Aug 21, 2008 17:09:11 GMT -5
Look doc, you know how this works, I know how this works. You’ve got to get me on an insanity wrap and lock me up as a loonie, or my daddies lawyers get 100 alibis saying I’m more innocent then a vicar at a bible burning, if you know what i mean.
So we got an hour to kill....so to speak. Wat u wanna talk about?
Na, i aint worried. U see, an hour after this little chat, this tape recording is gonna magically disappear. And you, are going to say I’m saner then a mouse at a cheese factory, if you get my meaning. Then you get to spend ur ten grand on whatever you want.
Cause you don’t. You did take the money, didn’t you? I sure hope you did. Don’t want anything to happen to that lovely daughter of yours, now do we? Now, what shall we talk about? My dream? Shrinks love to talk about dreams. Freud and all that. Or how about my childhood memories?
Whats to tell? Basic childhood, me and me brothers. Toys, sweets, schools, puberty, girls, drugs, guns, eighteenth birthday party. Then i started working for my dad.
How do you think it is? Working for the biggest mob boss in the city. His city. he’s got more fingers in pies than a leper at a pie factory. And we’re all workin for dad now. The whole family.
Yep, four true bro’s and a half bro. We all do our own bits, and come together for the big jobs. For instance a hit on a squealing shrink...that would take two of us. One to take him, while the other pops his wife and kid. But like i said, we aint gonna have to go there, are we doc?
Family, yer we can talk about family. Most important thing in the world. Lets see, There’s my big bro. He was dad’s no 1 till he had an argument with the old man. My bro’s got a temper on him real fierce, and you spend 5 mins with him, so will you. He could make the priest swear with anger if he ever when to church, if catch my drift.
Then there’s the twins. They do the more destructive jobs for dad. A business needs to burn down, or a casino has been open too long...they do the job.
Then there’s my littlest bro. He does the specialist jobs. The hard to do hits. He gets his kicks from....well, u sure thats water ur drinking doc?
Yer, poison. He still comes with us on the big jobs though. Like the job which brings me here to you.
Then theirs my half bro. Skins blacker than midnight, and his soul’s worse then that. But its his brain that dad loves about him. Photographic memory, and noggin full of books. Reads it once, never forgets. Like rain man or somethin. He was the safe cracker on this one. Saw how to do it one on the TV, five years back.
Me? People fear me. You want someone scared, I make them scared. I make them wet their pants scared. I’ve seen grown men break down in tears and old women scream for their mothers. Do you know what little girls do when scared? How about little girls called Sarah with her left pigtail slightly longer than the right? Lets hope we never find out right?
The bank? Yer we can talk about that. Aint got much of that hour left. Should have been a simple job. Rob a bank, make it look like one of the other gangs did it. Its all going good till this kid walks through the front door. Not the cops, or the feds, but a kid, wearing some dumb mask.
Well i shout him to get on the ground, and i wave my piece to his face, but he just stand there. So i unload some of my finest swears at him, and shoot a round into the ceiling, but he doesn’t shift. In-fact he tells me i should give us all up to the cops.
Then the hostages, the bystanders from the bank at the time, start getting edgy. And my big bro, starts shouting that i cant control a little squirt. So i starts getting angry, and the twins start laughing, and the kid still doesn’t fear me.
So i pop him.
Didn’t feel nothin. Kid got what he deserved, should never have tried to be a hero. But that meant time was wasted, and mistakes made. Gloves not worn when they should of, that kinda little stuff that matters most. And then the cops pull in, and then the lawyers helicopter in, and the Police Chief looks as scared as a nun in a penguin shoot. So they send me to you. And here we are.
Times up indeed. Make sure you make that paperwork extra neat, wouldn’t want anyone reviewing it too closely if you catch what I’m throwing. Have a nice time with the money. Or, well, maybe i will be seeing you. And little lopsided Sarah. Have a nice life Mr Shrink.
So we got an hour to kill....so to speak. Wat u wanna talk about?
Na, i aint worried. U see, an hour after this little chat, this tape recording is gonna magically disappear. And you, are going to say I’m saner then a mouse at a cheese factory, if you get my meaning. Then you get to spend ur ten grand on whatever you want.
Cause you don’t. You did take the money, didn’t you? I sure hope you did. Don’t want anything to happen to that lovely daughter of yours, now do we? Now, what shall we talk about? My dream? Shrinks love to talk about dreams. Freud and all that. Or how about my childhood memories?
Whats to tell? Basic childhood, me and me brothers. Toys, sweets, schools, puberty, girls, drugs, guns, eighteenth birthday party. Then i started working for my dad.
How do you think it is? Working for the biggest mob boss in the city. His city. he’s got more fingers in pies than a leper at a pie factory. And we’re all workin for dad now. The whole family.
Yep, four true bro’s and a half bro. We all do our own bits, and come together for the big jobs. For instance a hit on a squealing shrink...that would take two of us. One to take him, while the other pops his wife and kid. But like i said, we aint gonna have to go there, are we doc?
Family, yer we can talk about family. Most important thing in the world. Lets see, There’s my big bro. He was dad’s no 1 till he had an argument with the old man. My bro’s got a temper on him real fierce, and you spend 5 mins with him, so will you. He could make the priest swear with anger if he ever when to church, if catch my drift.
Then there’s the twins. They do the more destructive jobs for dad. A business needs to burn down, or a casino has been open too long...they do the job.
Then there’s my littlest bro. He does the specialist jobs. The hard to do hits. He gets his kicks from....well, u sure thats water ur drinking doc?
Yer, poison. He still comes with us on the big jobs though. Like the job which brings me here to you.
Then theirs my half bro. Skins blacker than midnight, and his soul’s worse then that. But its his brain that dad loves about him. Photographic memory, and noggin full of books. Reads it once, never forgets. Like rain man or somethin. He was the safe cracker on this one. Saw how to do it one on the TV, five years back.
Me? People fear me. You want someone scared, I make them scared. I make them wet their pants scared. I’ve seen grown men break down in tears and old women scream for their mothers. Do you know what little girls do when scared? How about little girls called Sarah with her left pigtail slightly longer than the right? Lets hope we never find out right?
The bank? Yer we can talk about that. Aint got much of that hour left. Should have been a simple job. Rob a bank, make it look like one of the other gangs did it. Its all going good till this kid walks through the front door. Not the cops, or the feds, but a kid, wearing some dumb mask.
Well i shout him to get on the ground, and i wave my piece to his face, but he just stand there. So i unload some of my finest swears at him, and shoot a round into the ceiling, but he doesn’t shift. In-fact he tells me i should give us all up to the cops.
Then the hostages, the bystanders from the bank at the time, start getting edgy. And my big bro, starts shouting that i cant control a little squirt. So i starts getting angry, and the twins start laughing, and the kid still doesn’t fear me.
So i pop him.
Didn’t feel nothin. Kid got what he deserved, should never have tried to be a hero. But that meant time was wasted, and mistakes made. Gloves not worn when they should of, that kinda little stuff that matters most. And then the cops pull in, and then the lawyers helicopter in, and the Police Chief looks as scared as a nun in a penguin shoot. So they send me to you. And here we are.
Times up indeed. Make sure you make that paperwork extra neat, wouldn’t want anyone reviewing it too closely if you catch what I’m throwing. Have a nice time with the money. Or, well, maybe i will be seeing you. And little lopsided Sarah. Have a nice life Mr Shrink.
