Post by Moonlight Rose on Dec 20, 2022 22:35:45 GMT -5
The shitty top 20s pop sounds out through my muffled stereo. The old DCM-12 DeLorean that’s used to be my dads’ speeds down the 401. I guess he liked Back to the Future enough to buy an old shitbox, doesn’t matter to me… gets me where I’m trying to go. Location means nothing to me. The answering machine gives me an address and I go, take care of my business and I head home. Before anybody can figure out what happened, or that I was there.
I swing into the lot of the “Waters’ing Hole.” the butterfly doors open, and I step out of the car. Adjusting my letterman jacket that I ripped the patch off. I walk around to the trunk and pop it open, I hear bottles clink from behind me. And old man with a bottled bag and a woman of the night. He chuckles.
“Cars a little old for you dear. Maybe some more modern would suit you, like a Honda.” He laughs so hard his dentures come loose. And the whore, trying to squeeze the old guy of every dime he’s got laughs along. I step to the side giving him enough time to take a long hard look at the contents. A baseball bat, golf club, tire iron… granted that ones not that out of place but who carries a fucking tire iron. I root around the duffle bag and retrieve a silicone chicken mask. It still has some dried blood from yesterday. I didn’t see where he went because by the time I turned back around that old dude was gone, so was that women.
I slide on the mask. My breathing becomes the soundtrack to my life. Each breath plays out like a symphony. I pull the bat out of the trunk and tap it on the floor. Some part of its broken, somewhere neat the handle. That’s fine. I got to buy a metal one anyway. I close the trunk but the car stays running, that’s fine, ill be back in a second. I try the handle on the door to the bar but its locked. That’s fine…
I have a key.
Emiko raises her and drives it into the door snapping it off the hinges. The camera sits motionless staring into bar as an unlucky thug takes a bat to the dome. It shatters on impact leaving her unarmed. Moving in and out of camera shot we can only hear he carnage. Two gunshots ring out as the flash seeps from the bar. Three more fire off after a pause. The sounds of a back-and-forth firefight. The camera whips to the right to catch a body fly out of the stain glass window. A woman with blonde hair and her now red shirt. She tries to crawl towards Emiko’s car but is interrupted with a stomp to the hand. The masked Emiko takes a tape recorder from her pocket and hits play. In a jumbled voice cut from different language training cassettes it makes a phrase.
Hello.Dolly? Nice to meet you.
Emiko points a handgun at her target. But a thug runs up behind and smacks her with a pipe.
Smash cut to Emiko sitting in her room. Lights off and wrapped in a blanket. The message on her screen reads
“You Died
Play Again?”
She throws her head back and taps the controller in her hand.
“Shit! I Missed one guy?… this game is bullshit.”
“EMIKO… GO TO BED.”
“Sorry mom!... Okay, one more try.”
Fade to Black.
I swing into the lot of the “Waters’ing Hole.” the butterfly doors open, and I step out of the car. Adjusting my letterman jacket that I ripped the patch off. I walk around to the trunk and pop it open, I hear bottles clink from behind me. And old man with a bottled bag and a woman of the night. He chuckles.
“Cars a little old for you dear. Maybe some more modern would suit you, like a Honda.” He laughs so hard his dentures come loose. And the whore, trying to squeeze the old guy of every dime he’s got laughs along. I step to the side giving him enough time to take a long hard look at the contents. A baseball bat, golf club, tire iron… granted that ones not that out of place but who carries a fucking tire iron. I root around the duffle bag and retrieve a silicone chicken mask. It still has some dried blood from yesterday. I didn’t see where he went because by the time I turned back around that old dude was gone, so was that women.
I slide on the mask. My breathing becomes the soundtrack to my life. Each breath plays out like a symphony. I pull the bat out of the trunk and tap it on the floor. Some part of its broken, somewhere neat the handle. That’s fine. I got to buy a metal one anyway. I close the trunk but the car stays running, that’s fine, ill be back in a second. I try the handle on the door to the bar but its locked. That’s fine…
I have a key.
Emiko raises her and drives it into the door snapping it off the hinges. The camera sits motionless staring into bar as an unlucky thug takes a bat to the dome. It shatters on impact leaving her unarmed. Moving in and out of camera shot we can only hear he carnage. Two gunshots ring out as the flash seeps from the bar. Three more fire off after a pause. The sounds of a back-and-forth firefight. The camera whips to the right to catch a body fly out of the stain glass window. A woman with blonde hair and her now red shirt. She tries to crawl towards Emiko’s car but is interrupted with a stomp to the hand. The masked Emiko takes a tape recorder from her pocket and hits play. In a jumbled voice cut from different language training cassettes it makes a phrase.
Hello.Dolly? Nice to meet you.
Emiko points a handgun at her target. But a thug runs up behind and smacks her with a pipe.
Smash cut to Emiko sitting in her room. Lights off and wrapped in a blanket. The message on her screen reads
“You Died
Play Again?”
She throws her head back and taps the controller in her hand.
“Shit! I Missed one guy?… this game is bullshit.”
“EMIKO… GO TO BED.”
“Sorry mom!... Okay, one more try.”
Fade to Black.