Post by lazy on Feb 19, 2007 23:41:03 GMT 1
Finally. On my way home..... although something will probably keep me from getting there at the time I'd like.
The bus rocked from side to side as it bounced along with the San Francisco traffic. Today, he hadn't brought the S2000 out. He'd already left the apartment when he realized he left the keys in his room, and decided to take the bus. What was the harm? It was about time he used the student bus pass anyway. People gave him odd looks as they walked down the aisle, searching the seat. He was perched with his shoe-less feet on the seat, his hands on his knees. His bag and shoes were below his seat. Surprisingly, it's cozy.
My stop.
Kai reached over and pushed the strip of rubber lining the window. There was a soft ding![/i] as the bus driver acknowledged he would stop at the next stop. "Excuse me," he muttered as he picked up his things, slipped his shoes on, and squeezed into the aisle. With a small nod of thanks to the driver, he hopped off the bus and watched it roar away.
10 Minutes Later.
You're shitting me.
Normally Kai didn't curse. But there can be exceptions, and when it was time for an exception, something bad was up. Kai looked down the barrel of a silver-plated 9mm handgun, in the hands on a mugger. Obviously, he wanted his money, and whatever else he held dear to him at the moment. In this case, a MacBook.
"Hurry up. Stop shavin' seconds off mah life, chink."
He pointed the gun closer. Kai sighed, observing his surroundings. No good. In an effort to take a shortcut home, he'd stumbled into this guy, and his friends. Three in all. But Kai observed the gun a bit more and relaxed. It's not loaded. I can tell. The man was holding it loosely, and he noticed the handle seemed light; the barrel was dipping forward, as though it were heavier. Kai almost smiled. "Go on. Shoot me," he said quietly.
The man was obviously alarmed. Gripping the gun tighter, he closed in again. "I'm not joking. I've got five slugs in here, an' I ain't afraid to use 'em."
Kai scowled. "I'm not afraid to die."
The man decided to chance it. "Your funeral..." he whispered, and pulled the trigger.
There was a soft click, then silence. In the distance, a bird cawed. The man was frozen into place, his eyes wide open. Dead man's click. If he'd been on a battlefield, or if I was a terrorist, he'd be dead. Soldiers in the Regiment gave it that name. Kai ripped the gun out of the man's hand, dislocating one or two fingers. He brought the butt of the weapon down onto the space between the man's eyes. His eyes rolled up into their socket, and he fell to the ground, unconscious. Turning his attention to the thugs, he simply shook his head as though he felt sorry for them. He threw the gun to the side and walked past them.
That was close.
The bus rocked from side to side as it bounced along with the San Francisco traffic. Today, he hadn't brought the S2000 out. He'd already left the apartment when he realized he left the keys in his room, and decided to take the bus. What was the harm? It was about time he used the student bus pass anyway. People gave him odd looks as they walked down the aisle, searching the seat. He was perched with his shoe-less feet on the seat, his hands on his knees. His bag and shoes were below his seat. Surprisingly, it's cozy.
My stop.
Kai reached over and pushed the strip of rubber lining the window. There was a soft ding![/i] as the bus driver acknowledged he would stop at the next stop. "Excuse me," he muttered as he picked up his things, slipped his shoes on, and squeezed into the aisle. With a small nod of thanks to the driver, he hopped off the bus and watched it roar away.
10 Minutes Later.
You're shitting me.
Normally Kai didn't curse. But there can be exceptions, and when it was time for an exception, something bad was up. Kai looked down the barrel of a silver-plated 9mm handgun, in the hands on a mugger. Obviously, he wanted his money, and whatever else he held dear to him at the moment. In this case, a MacBook.
"Hurry up. Stop shavin' seconds off mah life, chink."
He pointed the gun closer. Kai sighed, observing his surroundings. No good. In an effort to take a shortcut home, he'd stumbled into this guy, and his friends. Three in all. But Kai observed the gun a bit more and relaxed. It's not loaded. I can tell. The man was holding it loosely, and he noticed the handle seemed light; the barrel was dipping forward, as though it were heavier. Kai almost smiled. "Go on. Shoot me," he said quietly.
The man was obviously alarmed. Gripping the gun tighter, he closed in again. "I'm not joking. I've got five slugs in here, an' I ain't afraid to use 'em."
Kai scowled. "I'm not afraid to die."
The man decided to chance it. "Your funeral..." he whispered, and pulled the trigger.
There was a soft click, then silence. In the distance, a bird cawed. The man was frozen into place, his eyes wide open. Dead man's click. If he'd been on a battlefield, or if I was a terrorist, he'd be dead. Soldiers in the Regiment gave it that name. Kai ripped the gun out of the man's hand, dislocating one or two fingers. He brought the butt of the weapon down onto the space between the man's eyes. His eyes rolled up into their socket, and he fell to the ground, unconscious. Turning his attention to the thugs, he simply shook his head as though he felt sorry for them. He threw the gun to the side and walked past them.
That was close.