Post by Marcus T on Nov 3, 2008 1:12:04 GMT -5
***In a dim large office, they sit and talk. In the shadows no less. The curtains block out the sun as if they where vampires trying to hide from their very own down fall. That comes to no surprise cause the very men who inhibit this conference room are like vampires on the streets, they keep sucking the life out of every man woman and child they meet.
The one heavy set fellow is the man in charge, he is the head huncho of it all. He sits back with a grin on his face with a glass of his favorite burbon in his left hand. He has a evil clown smile painted across his face as if he is already dressed up for halloween, unfourtanate he is not, this is his usual look, evil that is.
Sitting across from him is a sleazy slim cuban who looks as if he ready to do something slimey at this very moment.**
White guy: So tell me, how did you come up with the plan, don't spare any details, give it to me straight Hector.
Hector: What do you speak of?
White guy: The hit on Marcus T of course. Duh.
**The white guy rolls his eyes as he says "duh" then he takes a sip of his favorite drink. Hector looks around the office as if he was looking for something, and he was, he was looking for some kind of tap in the lamps or behind the book case. A small microphone planted some where to catch him talking about the Marcus T murder. A murder that is yet to be solved by his very own family detective.***
White Guy: Oh don't worry about this room, there is no bugs you have to worry about. This is what I call the safe room.
**Hector signs***
Hector: Before we could get any thing going, some one beat us to the punch.
**The White guy lets out a large thunderous laugh as if he was not amussed with the answer. This was not a joke, this was the truth.***
White Guy: You are funny. No seriously, give me details.
Hector: I am being very serious. I have no real idea of what went down, the streets do not talk about this one.
**The evil clown smile is quickly taken over with the look of "what the fuck" across the white guys face.**
White Guy: I'm sure there are some stories going on in the streets. As Marcus T once said, and I do qoute, "The streets always talk, they always say something." So tell me what do they say Hector. If you did not pull the hit, who did? Was it some kind of governemnt agent or something. Or some high powered politician who Marcus screwed over?
Was it some kind of preacher or some kind of religous bum, whom Marcus rubbed the wrong way time and time again? Tell me, Hector, who do the fingers of the street point to?
Hector: Well, funny you should bring up religon, cause street rumor has it being a inside job.
**Now amusement runs across the face of the mad man.***
White Guy: Oh yea? Wow! Some one on the inside of the Juggernaut ENT? Oh my... my... my. Where do they get their wonderful employees over there? They have conqured so much they turn on themself. Like Sharks without any more fish in the sea. True blue Americans, eat everything and when there is nothing left you eat one another. Who is the prime suspect?
Is it the freaky Bunny guy?
The fag with a hard on for everything with a hard on?
Oh oh... don't tell me, I think I got it... It was my son Andy?
Hahahahahaha... so tell me which one do the police have pinned for the number one suspect spot.
**Hector jaw has damn near hit the floor.**
White Guy: What? Did I say something? All I did was ask if...
**It dawned on him...**
White Guy: My son?
**hector nods yes.**
White Guy: Oh boy.. I want you back out on the street and get me some more information. Things are starting to pick up around here.
***We come to me. Sitting on the car across the street, yes I listen. Yes his office has became a listen in session for today, and yes... I do know why Bobby has being following me around so much lately. Every where I turn there he is watching. I don't make any movement to let him know I know, I just know. He has being watching me to see if I would slip up.
I know I have not being myself as late, but to mistaken me as Marcus T killer? How could he think of such a thing? I tired to cover Marcus T up, but the firing just kept going and going... Shit my nose bleed his happenning again. Where is my medicine?
I reach into my side compartment placed between the driver side and the passenger side, just as I sink my hands into the compartment her hands stop me. I look up. She smile.
Me: What?
She: You going to hell.
Me: Are you there?
She: No.
Me: Good, I would go any place where you are not at.
She jerks her hand back and allow me to grab my medicine, I pop a few and close the bottle. As I drive off I could feel her cold dead stare looking into my soul. Let her look, she will not find a thing.
She: I hate you. You are killing my dad slowly, that is why I am here.
Voice: Leave him the fuck alone!
**What? That voice.
I turn and there is... The ghost of Marcus T? Shit.. As if I did not have enough problems.***
Marcus T: You know you dumb cunt. If you kill him. He dies.
She: That's the point.
Marcus T: You are dead right?
She: Duh.
Marcus T: Just like me. So let me get this right. You want him to die like us, so he can finally come and kick your ass.
**For the first time she has no words. Only Marcus, even in the after life has the ability to annoy the fuck out of everyone**
Marcus T: You know, you can tournment your dumb ass dad, but you will not tournment this good man. He haunted your dad cause he was a easy catch. You of all people should know this, cause you haunted your pops the same damn way.
She.. My intent.
Marcus T: (cutting her off) Intent my dick in your mouth. Listen, for years and years you made your knuckle head pops do crazy shit. Why don't you save the Freddy Krugger shit for Hollywood, right now, we have a murder case to solve...
***I can't believe this... Two ghost in my car... I shake my head and look around... gone... the both of em...**
The one heavy set fellow is the man in charge, he is the head huncho of it all. He sits back with a grin on his face with a glass of his favorite burbon in his left hand. He has a evil clown smile painted across his face as if he is already dressed up for halloween, unfourtanate he is not, this is his usual look, evil that is.
Sitting across from him is a sleazy slim cuban who looks as if he ready to do something slimey at this very moment.**
White guy: So tell me, how did you come up with the plan, don't spare any details, give it to me straight Hector.
Hector: What do you speak of?
White guy: The hit on Marcus T of course. Duh.
**The white guy rolls his eyes as he says "duh" then he takes a sip of his favorite drink. Hector looks around the office as if he was looking for something, and he was, he was looking for some kind of tap in the lamps or behind the book case. A small microphone planted some where to catch him talking about the Marcus T murder. A murder that is yet to be solved by his very own family detective.***
White Guy: Oh don't worry about this room, there is no bugs you have to worry about. This is what I call the safe room.
**Hector signs***
Hector: Before we could get any thing going, some one beat us to the punch.
**The White guy lets out a large thunderous laugh as if he was not amussed with the answer. This was not a joke, this was the truth.***
White Guy: You are funny. No seriously, give me details.
Hector: I am being very serious. I have no real idea of what went down, the streets do not talk about this one.
**The evil clown smile is quickly taken over with the look of "what the fuck" across the white guys face.**
White Guy: I'm sure there are some stories going on in the streets. As Marcus T once said, and I do qoute, "The streets always talk, they always say something." So tell me what do they say Hector. If you did not pull the hit, who did? Was it some kind of governemnt agent or something. Or some high powered politician who Marcus screwed over?
Was it some kind of preacher or some kind of religous bum, whom Marcus rubbed the wrong way time and time again? Tell me, Hector, who do the fingers of the street point to?
Hector: Well, funny you should bring up religon, cause street rumor has it being a inside job.
**Now amusement runs across the face of the mad man.***
White Guy: Oh yea? Wow! Some one on the inside of the Juggernaut ENT? Oh my... my... my. Where do they get their wonderful employees over there? They have conqured so much they turn on themself. Like Sharks without any more fish in the sea. True blue Americans, eat everything and when there is nothing left you eat one another. Who is the prime suspect?
Is it the freaky Bunny guy?
The fag with a hard on for everything with a hard on?
Oh oh... don't tell me, I think I got it... It was my son Andy?
Hahahahahaha... so tell me which one do the police have pinned for the number one suspect spot.
**Hector jaw has damn near hit the floor.**
White Guy: What? Did I say something? All I did was ask if...
**It dawned on him...**
White Guy: My son?
**hector nods yes.**
White Guy: Oh boy.. I want you back out on the street and get me some more information. Things are starting to pick up around here.
***We come to me. Sitting on the car across the street, yes I listen. Yes his office has became a listen in session for today, and yes... I do know why Bobby has being following me around so much lately. Every where I turn there he is watching. I don't make any movement to let him know I know, I just know. He has being watching me to see if I would slip up.
I know I have not being myself as late, but to mistaken me as Marcus T killer? How could he think of such a thing? I tired to cover Marcus T up, but the firing just kept going and going... Shit my nose bleed his happenning again. Where is my medicine?
I reach into my side compartment placed between the driver side and the passenger side, just as I sink my hands into the compartment her hands stop me. I look up. She smile.
Me: What?
She: You going to hell.
Me: Are you there?
She: No.
Me: Good, I would go any place where you are not at.
She jerks her hand back and allow me to grab my medicine, I pop a few and close the bottle. As I drive off I could feel her cold dead stare looking into my soul. Let her look, she will not find a thing.
She: I hate you. You are killing my dad slowly, that is why I am here.
Voice: Leave him the fuck alone!
**What? That voice.
I turn and there is... The ghost of Marcus T? Shit.. As if I did not have enough problems.***
Marcus T: You know you dumb cunt. If you kill him. He dies.
She: That's the point.
Marcus T: You are dead right?
She: Duh.
Marcus T: Just like me. So let me get this right. You want him to die like us, so he can finally come and kick your ass.
**For the first time she has no words. Only Marcus, even in the after life has the ability to annoy the fuck out of everyone**
Marcus T: You know, you can tournment your dumb ass dad, but you will not tournment this good man. He haunted your dad cause he was a easy catch. You of all people should know this, cause you haunted your pops the same damn way.
She.. My intent.
Marcus T: (cutting her off) Intent my dick in your mouth. Listen, for years and years you made your knuckle head pops do crazy shit. Why don't you save the Freddy Krugger shit for Hollywood, right now, we have a murder case to solve...
***I can't believe this... Two ghost in my car... I shake my head and look around... gone... the both of em...**