Hi All!
I've been thinking about this piece for a while. I'm not entirely happy
with it, so C&C is appreciated. This is a dark, ruminative piece. I don't
know where this one came from either, but here goes:
GCS is copywrited by somebody else, please don't sue!
This Bloody Road
Rally Vincent sighed as she leaned back in the motel bed. She was
tired. It had been a long day, and she wasn't getting any younger. She
remembered when she had been able to go out and catch a bail jumper, come
home put in a full day at her shop, then go home and still find the energy
to fight with Minnie Mae.
Mae. Even all these years later, that memory still hurt her..
Coming home to find Mae and Ken's bloody bodies in Mae's bedroom was the
worst thing Rally had ever had happen. The scorch marks proved that Mae
had fought with all her knowledge and skills before being reduced to
hitting her attackers with her bare hands. Her police friends later told
her that Ken had been shot as soon as the assailants had entered the room,
but not fatally. He had been tied up and made to watch as Mae was raped.
Then she had been strangled to death, and Ken had been shot in the head.
It was a messy job all around.
The first thing Rally had done after the double funeral was find
out how the murderers had gotten past the alarm on the house. The answer
was disgustingly obvious: they had bribed someone at the alarm company.
The little snot had survived Rally's interrogation, but just barely. She
got what she needed though, a name.
Rally closed up her shop and sold off most of her collection of
guns. She quit taking bounty hunting jobs, and began to run down every
lead she could find. Almost six months after watching her best friend's
casket being lowered into the ground, she found the first of the gang of
murderers.
The man was a pig. He was literaly a pig. When Rally surprised
him in bed with a cheap hooker he came right at her. He almost got her
too. She emptied an entire clip from her 9mm CZ-75, and he fell at her
feet. After that she quit carrying the 9mm and started carrying her EAA
Witness .45 ACP.
One by one she got all seven of them. Though at the time she swore
she would never forget them, now it was all a blur. She only remembered
the first because he almost got her. She also remembered the last, but
that was because she knew he was the one who had given the orders to begin
with. He had proved by far the toughest target.
The last man was a big boy in his syndicate. Always surrounded by
men with guns. Dying to kill him didn't frighten Rally, but she wanted to
make sure he died first. Fortuneately, he had a weakness for his outdoor
pool at his estate. She nailed him right on the diving board at 840 yards
with a single slug from her Barrett .50 Sniper Rifle. His head
disenegrated in a red cloud when that 750 grain slug ripped through it. He
fell into the pool and she watched the spreading blood through her
scope.....
After everyone of the seven died, she was questioned by Chicago PD.
No actions were ever taken officially. When the seventh criminal died
though, she was quietly asked to leave the city. Her quest for vegence had
been filled, but now here hometown no longer had any room for her.
That started her on the journey that had led to this desolate
roadside motel nine years later. She had drifted ever since then, driving
her aging cobra from one job to the next. Sometimes she would work in a
city as a skip tracer for a while, or sometimes hire on to do some
bodyguarding. Once she had even taken a short term job as a bouncer at an
LA night club. She left a few days later after a man turned up dead that
had harrased her at her job the night before.
Now at age 32, Rally looked back on her life. She realized that
she had been running for the last ten years. Why had she woken up like
this just now? She looked at the cheap calendar on the even cheaper wall.
Ten years. Ten full years today since Minnie Mae had died. "I killed them
for you Mae" Rally thought to herself with a smile. Then she began to
wonder about all the lives she had taken. She had killed many times since
avenging Mae's death. Was that right?
Rally looked at the big .45 resting in it's holster at the foot of
the bed. It would be so easy to join Mae wouldn't it? But then again,
nothing is never that easy. Rally sat on the bed and stared at that pistol
for a long time.
Please let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!
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