Post by Elliot Aveiro on Mar 9, 2016 23:03:22 GMT -5
It seemed like Elliot always got involved with the wrong people.
Of course it was mostly due to stupid choices on her part. In this particular case, she’d been renting a flat above a shop in the city from some shady guy. A few weeks later and she was running errands for him for some extra cash, and eventually even borrowing a bit of money which only backed her into a corner. Today, she had to be the dude’s messenger or there would be trouble.
So what was worse? Dealing with him or sending a little message?
Elliot could deal with the latter of course, it couldn’t be too big of a deal.
Before leaving her room, the young Brazilian woman stared at two cheap plastic knives she’d laid on her table as she pulled her shoes on. She picked up her phone and texted one of her guy friends.
Hey I need advice for something.
She waited a few seconds.
Never mind I’m gonna do the stupid thing.
Sticking the knives in the rim of her pants, she pulled her shirt over them and ran down the stairs. Derrick never let her have metal knives or guns so long as she lived on his property and that was one reason she decided she was getting out of there as soon as she paid of her debt. But she’d do what she could with plastic weapons, no big deal.
The sun was setting quickly along the streets, and it was considerably dark by the time she reached her destination. Just a bar at a street corner. Two men stood outside, probably waiting for Derrick. But nope, some chick was coming to send the news instead since he was too much of a little bitch to own up to his own problems.
“Hey,” she called.
“What do you want?”
“Derrick sent me.”
“Derrick Barringer?”
“Yeah. He says you’re gonna have to wait two more weeks for him to pay you back.”
“He said that a week ago, bitch. Why didn’t he come himself?”
Elliot shrugged and shuffled her feet. They were becoming noticeably more angry and one of the men, a taller stockier one, took a few steps toward her.
“Who are you to him?”
“Nobody important. I’m just gonna go now…”
She turned on her heels and began to head the other way, when the man grabbed her shoulders and shoved her to the ground. She fell and brush burned her hands, but quickly scrambled to her feet.
“His errand dog, huh? You’re the one who wrecked my baby aren’t you!”
“No! I don't hurt babies!”
“He means his car," the other man said, "Someone graffitied the words ‘Deez nutz’ on it.”
“Ohh… that,” she nodded slowly and shrugged, “Yeah, I did do that.”
Well, she was in trouble now. When the man started towards her and reached for her throat, she slipped one of her plastic knives out of her pants rim. It was fairly large, but looked pretty damn tacky. The guy gave her a look that said, ‘seriously?’
Until she stabbed him.
It was plastic, but it was also sharpened plastic.
Elliot jerked the handle and broke the end of the knife off leaving the rest inside him.
It was also brittle, so it’d leave a good few shards in his gut to make moving around painful. Giving the man a good kick in deez nutz, Elliot sent him crumbling to the ground. This left her with the second guy who was giving her dagger eyes… too bad she didn’t have the element of surprise anymore.
“Uh… l-like I said. I’m just gonna go now.”
Good luck with that.
Of course it was mostly due to stupid choices on her part. In this particular case, she’d been renting a flat above a shop in the city from some shady guy. A few weeks later and she was running errands for him for some extra cash, and eventually even borrowing a bit of money which only backed her into a corner. Today, she had to be the dude’s messenger or there would be trouble.
So what was worse? Dealing with him or sending a little message?
Elliot could deal with the latter of course, it couldn’t be too big of a deal.
Before leaving her room, the young Brazilian woman stared at two cheap plastic knives she’d laid on her table as she pulled her shoes on. She picked up her phone and texted one of her guy friends.
Hey I need advice for something.
She waited a few seconds.
Never mind I’m gonna do the stupid thing.
Sticking the knives in the rim of her pants, she pulled her shirt over them and ran down the stairs. Derrick never let her have metal knives or guns so long as she lived on his property and that was one reason she decided she was getting out of there as soon as she paid of her debt. But she’d do what she could with plastic weapons, no big deal.
The sun was setting quickly along the streets, and it was considerably dark by the time she reached her destination. Just a bar at a street corner. Two men stood outside, probably waiting for Derrick. But nope, some chick was coming to send the news instead since he was too much of a little bitch to own up to his own problems.
“Hey,” she called.
“What do you want?”
“Derrick sent me.”
“Derrick Barringer?”
“Yeah. He says you’re gonna have to wait two more weeks for him to pay you back.”
“He said that a week ago, bitch. Why didn’t he come himself?”
Elliot shrugged and shuffled her feet. They were becoming noticeably more angry and one of the men, a taller stockier one, took a few steps toward her.
“Who are you to him?”
“Nobody important. I’m just gonna go now…”
She turned on her heels and began to head the other way, when the man grabbed her shoulders and shoved her to the ground. She fell and brush burned her hands, but quickly scrambled to her feet.
“His errand dog, huh? You’re the one who wrecked my baby aren’t you!”
“No! I don't hurt babies!”
“He means his car," the other man said, "Someone graffitied the words ‘Deez nutz’ on it.”
“Ohh… that,” she nodded slowly and shrugged, “Yeah, I did do that.”
Well, she was in trouble now. When the man started towards her and reached for her throat, she slipped one of her plastic knives out of her pants rim. It was fairly large, but looked pretty damn tacky. The guy gave her a look that said, ‘seriously?’
Until she stabbed him.
It was plastic, but it was also sharpened plastic.
Elliot jerked the handle and broke the end of the knife off leaving the rest inside him.
It was also brittle, so it’d leave a good few shards in his gut to make moving around painful. Giving the man a good kick in deez nutz, Elliot sent him crumbling to the ground. This left her with the second guy who was giving her dagger eyes… too bad she didn’t have the element of surprise anymore.
“Uh… l-like I said. I’m just gonna go now.”
Good luck with that.
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