THE KILLER ANGEL: Book One "Hard Player" (THE KILLER ANGEL TRILOGY 1) by Myles Stafford Page A
Authors: Myles Stafford
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mouse-dick off, so shut up about it before I kick your stupid ass.” A blonde, curly haired skateboarder looking guy said.
On and on it went, as we silently observed... andprepared to punish the fiends. Even outnumbered, this seemed easy. I looked at Brick and held up held up a precious grenade. “Seven second fuse.” I whispered.
“I’ve got mouse-dick and the skateboarder, if they run.” Brick said quietly.
“Cool,” I replied. “I’ll take care of anyone else leaving the blast. We both need to watch that RV.” I pulled the pin, hesitated briefly, then tossed it into the fire.
One of the gangbangers remarked, “Very funny, Stick.” Then it exploded with much more violence than I expected. The concussion made me wince and my ears rang as bits of shrapnel sprayed through the leaves near us.”
Thank you Captain Carter
...
Four of the brutes went down in the blast, and the other two were cut down in an instant with our rifle fire.
We moved in immediately, eyeing the RV and the four men knocked down by the grenade. Two were dead. Two were incapacitated, cursing and wailing on the ground - Mouse-dick and the skateboarder.
“Shut up.” Said Brick as Ben and I moved to the RV, rifle up and ready. The side door was open. It was empty. I returned to the campfire; the two boys whimpering and squealing.
No conversation was necessary. Both prisoners were incapacitated, their legs badly damaged, with bleeding nicks all over their upper bodies. I observed Brick as he studied the nearby chained-up runner, then he looked at me.
I nodded. Again, no words were necessary; weunderstood each other.
The naked runner had been chained in such a way that the leash could be hauled tight to its tree, or given a run of about fifteen feet. Some horrifying sport for these animals. I shortened the leash on the screaming monster, then we dragged the two filthy hoods through the dirt to within a few feet of the runner and tied each of them by their necks to trees on their own special leashes, not without a great deal of pleading, begging, cursing and threatening.
“Remember that older couple you killed this morning? They were friends of ours. Good friends. Like family. It’s your turn now.” Brick’s grim words sent the two curs into a squealing panic, which only heightened the frenzy of the chained-up runner. “Welcome to hell.”
Brick loosened the runner’s leash, and it immediately went after the skateboarder, who kicked and begged for help, as the other cretin could only cry and watch. It would only be a matter of time.
We departed immediately, and left Satan to exact God’s revenge. We delayed our journey long enough to wrap and bury the bodies of Abe and Mary in a single shallow grave, side by side.
I was forced into so many sad and terrible situations that were not possible to imagine in my earlier life. I longed for the happiness and sweet simplicity of that time. Brick and I both felt demoralizing grief for days, and this episode would haunt our dreams forever.
Chapter Eight
“The Fifth”
~
E MPTY PLAYGROUNDS. Abandoned zoos; ballfields; amusement parks; derailed trains; broken planes. The list was endless. All were reminders of a past that was gone forever.
I could feel myself evolving, becoming a darker version of my former self. I resisted the change, determined to keep as much of the old Nicki Redstone that my family loved and cherished; the comedian in me who could break up dinner with perfect timing and humor. My twin sister, Scottie, and I always played well off of each other, much to everyone’s amusement.
We are a fun family
, I often recalled, I
must not lose myself
. But it would not be so easy.
I was on a quest, and that quest required the stern ability to be a fighter, an executioner, and a survivor... always, always on edge, with a tight tripwire that could leap into action from a sound sleep - always planning, always prepared. In this mindset, it was difficult to hold onto a personality
On and on it went, as we silently observed... andprepared to punish the fiends. Even outnumbered, this seemed easy. I looked at Brick and held up held up a precious grenade. “Seven second fuse.” I whispered.
“I’ve got mouse-dick and the skateboarder, if they run.” Brick said quietly.
“Cool,” I replied. “I’ll take care of anyone else leaving the blast. We both need to watch that RV.” I pulled the pin, hesitated briefly, then tossed it into the fire.
One of the gangbangers remarked, “Very funny, Stick.” Then it exploded with much more violence than I expected. The concussion made me wince and my ears rang as bits of shrapnel sprayed through the leaves near us.”
Thank you Captain Carter
...
Four of the brutes went down in the blast, and the other two were cut down in an instant with our rifle fire.
We moved in immediately, eyeing the RV and the four men knocked down by the grenade. Two were dead. Two were incapacitated, cursing and wailing on the ground - Mouse-dick and the skateboarder.
“Shut up.” Said Brick as Ben and I moved to the RV, rifle up and ready. The side door was open. It was empty. I returned to the campfire; the two boys whimpering and squealing.
No conversation was necessary. Both prisoners were incapacitated, their legs badly damaged, with bleeding nicks all over their upper bodies. I observed Brick as he studied the nearby chained-up runner, then he looked at me.
I nodded. Again, no words were necessary; weunderstood each other.
The naked runner had been chained in such a way that the leash could be hauled tight to its tree, or given a run of about fifteen feet. Some horrifying sport for these animals. I shortened the leash on the screaming monster, then we dragged the two filthy hoods through the dirt to within a few feet of the runner and tied each of them by their necks to trees on their own special leashes, not without a great deal of pleading, begging, cursing and threatening.
“Remember that older couple you killed this morning? They were friends of ours. Good friends. Like family. It’s your turn now.” Brick’s grim words sent the two curs into a squealing panic, which only heightened the frenzy of the chained-up runner. “Welcome to hell.”
Brick loosened the runner’s leash, and it immediately went after the skateboarder, who kicked and begged for help, as the other cretin could only cry and watch. It would only be a matter of time.
We departed immediately, and left Satan to exact God’s revenge. We delayed our journey long enough to wrap and bury the bodies of Abe and Mary in a single shallow grave, side by side.
I was forced into so many sad and terrible situations that were not possible to imagine in my earlier life. I longed for the happiness and sweet simplicity of that time. Brick and I both felt demoralizing grief for days, and this episode would haunt our dreams forever.
Chapter Eight
“The Fifth”
~
E MPTY PLAYGROUNDS. Abandoned zoos; ballfields; amusement parks; derailed trains; broken planes. The list was endless. All were reminders of a past that was gone forever.
I could feel myself evolving, becoming a darker version of my former self. I resisted the change, determined to keep as much of the old Nicki Redstone that my family loved and cherished; the comedian in me who could break up dinner with perfect timing and humor. My twin sister, Scottie, and I always played well off of each other, much to everyone’s amusement.
We are a fun family
, I often recalled, I
must not lose myself
. But it would not be so easy.
I was on a quest, and that quest required the stern ability to be a fighter, an executioner, and a survivor... always, always on edge, with a tight tripwire that could leap into action from a sound sleep - always planning, always prepared. In this mindset, it was difficult to hold onto a personality
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