Sunset – Part 2

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Bad thoughts,” she said, then whirled around and strutted away.

“That was strange, very strange.”

D’angelo turned around. Guy with a brown raincoat and aviator glasses took the barstool behind him.

“What?” said D’angelo.

“That whole thing, you know, with that girl? Sunset? Didn’t seem normal… not at all. Did it?”

“No,” said D’angelo. Weird was one way to describe that bombshell – Threatening fit better.

“Name’s John,” said the man in aviator glasses.

D’angelo shook his hand.

“She wanted your number, didn’t she? And that was it? Sunset?”

D’angelo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yo bartender!”

The bartender stopped shaking the drink he’d been mixing.

“‘Nother whiskey ginger,” said D’angelo, tapping the bar counter. “Let’s go.”

“That was all she wanted?” said John.

D’angelo turned to him. “You’re wearin’ sunglasses. In a bar.”

John smirked.

“CIA or something?” said D’angelo.

Now John honed a full-on grin.

“Aight,” said D’angelo. “Whatchu got on that?”

“Suspicious, to say the least, dangerous, to say the most.”

“What kinda danger? You know her?”

John slid D’angelo a napkin and a pen.

“I can help, I think,” said John. “Number.”

D’angelo held a blink.

“Your number, write it down.” said John.

“Bartender!” said D’angelo.

“Hurry, time is running out. You should write it down, I think.”

“Why?”

“I can help, I deal with things… like this. A lot.”

“What things?”

“Odd Patterns. Stuff normal people miss.”

“You’re losin’ me.”

John chuckled. “I’m not surprised, but you are.”

D’angelo shook his head, then wrote down his number on the bar napkin. “Yo bartender!”

The bartender groaned as he brought over the whiskey ginger.

“9-1-8, 2-1-0-9,” said John.

D’angelo took his drink, then swirled it around.

“That’s why she wanted your number.”

D’angelo took a hefty swig, then coughed. “What?”

“The numbers. They mean something. You don’t know?”

“It’s a phone number. You get it at random.”

“You think. But sometimes, quite often, people think wrong. Others don’t.”

“Others? What? What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

John laughed through his nose. “Ordinary people, they never fail to amuse me,” he said, then tapped D’angelo’s digits into his smartphone.

“That makes you… what?”

“Extra-ordinary,” said John, with a sideways smile. He stood up. “Why don’t you come with me, I think you should.”

D’angelo raised his eyebrows, then followed John’s lead. John was much taller and well built, and oddly took long strides with only one leg. The two of them ditched the bar and carried on along the sidewalk outside.

“Everyday, millions of people go about their lives thinking they’re in control, but they’re not. Thinking that there is no big brother, thinking conspiracy theorists are loony, a bit nutty.”

D’angelo stopped. “That you? A Conspiracy theorist?”

John pulled his aviator glasses down to the tip of his nose. “I’m no theorist.”

D’angelo scratched the back of his head and nodded. The two returned to their pace.

“Why would the government, the U.S. government, care about a guy like you, is what you’re probably wondering,” said John.

“All I’m wonderin’ is why I’m still talkin’ to you.”

“The numbers.”

“What of ’em?”

“You want to know what I see, right, that’s what want you to know?”

“Nailed it bro.”

“Ok, alright, I see.”

“I don’t,” said D’angelo.

John laughed hysterically.

“Waddup, bro?”

“You do see. If you didn’t, you would trip, or at least need a cane.”

“Numbers John,” said D’angelo, before snapping. “Out with it.”

“Ok, I’ll tell you, but you’re not going to believe me.”

“I believe that.”

“Those numbers – your numbers, your phone number-”

“God-damn, bro! Spit it out!”

“Okay, I will, just hold on,” said John, before sticking his arm out. “You spot it?”

“What!”

“The cars – did you, do you notice that?”

“You’re on one.”

“A pattern. Green, red, red, blue, black, white.”

“Huh?”

“Watch,” said John, before pointing.

“You’re losin’ me bro.”

“Your phone number. It’s got coordinates.”

“What?”

“Treasure. Verizon didn’t give you that number – U.S. government did. Heard of Fort Knox?”

“You’re high.”

“Most certainly, I am not. Fort Knox doesn’t hold any treasure – it’s a showroom. All of it, an empty museum. Treasure is buried – destination? Unknown.”

Ho-ly fuck.”

“People have been searching for it – people like me. She’s one of them. You can tell by her hair – purple streak? Symbolic.”

“Illuminati?”

“Knights of Templar. You’re the one. You’ve been chosen.”

D’angelo stared at him.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want the treasure. Gold means nothing to me. I’m a hunter, it’s what I do.” John violently grabbed D’angelo by the throat, forced his back against the building beside them, then pressed close with a finger in his face.

“But if you cross me, and I do solemnly swear it, I will kill you. It’s also what I do. I’ve done it before – treasure’s my life. Not keeping it, just finding it, I want to be the one who finds it. You can be the one it belongs to – but I’m going to be the one who finds it. I was born for that, destiny, it’s my gift. I had no ordinary birth-”

“Get off me!” said D’angelo, shoving John away. John fell on the ground, and his aviator glasses spilled off his face onto the sidewalk. Still at a hunch, he rushed to pick them up. D’angelo stomped on them before he could get a hold of them.

“You’re fucking crazy,” said D’angelo. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

John gradually erected straight. He glared back, red-faced and shaking.

D’angelo quit looking him in the eyes. “You’re crazy bro,” he said, then patted him on the shoulder.

John inhaled giant gulps of air, both fists clenched.

D’angelo shook his head, took two quick steps, then checked over his shoulder – John hadn’t moved. D’angelo broke into a sprint away.

To be continued…

  • Thomas M. Watt

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For the love of good Brandy – Part 2

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FOR THE LOVE OF GOOD BRANDY – PART TWO

“Tom, wait!”

Tom lowered his meat cleaver at Brandy’s approach. He had been fighting with Mike, who had come to his home in an effort to win back the gorgeous blonde woman.

“Don’t hurt him!”

Tom looked at Mike, who was still holding his switch blade and breathing intensely. He wanted to kill the man for coming to his property and trying to take back the woman whose heart he had crushed; the woman who Tom had given his heart and soul to piece back together. Tom turned around and called out to Brandy.

“He’s not going leave without you, doll. He’s come for a fight, so that’s what he’s gonna-“

Tom stopped his sentence short when he felt a sharp pain in his gut. His mouth came open and he struggled for air. He slowly looked to see Mike’s smiling, twisted lips tugging up his long rolling beard.

“That’s my doll, not yours,” said Mike.

Brandy screamed. “You monster!”

Mike ripped the knife out of Tom’s stomach, leaving the handsome man to crumble to his knees. Brandy turned around and stormed back inside, locking the door behind.

Mike looked down at Tom as blood puddled on the ground around him.

“Suck it cunt,” said Mike.

He spat on Tom then stepped on his side as he walked over him. He licked the blood off the switchblade with his tongue, then smeared the sweat from his beard with his sleeve. He proceeded towards the front door. Brandy was his, and he was going to make it known.

* * *

Brandy sat on a stool inside. She needed to hide, and she knew it. Mike was coming, and he was going to be violent.

But she couldn’t think clearly. Tom, the love of her life, had just been stabbed in the gut. He was dying, and there was nothing she could do about it. The best she could do was call the police.

Brandy got up and raced over to the phone. She dialed 9-1-1 and waited for the operator.

“Hello?”

“Operator! Oh my God, thank God!”

“Mamn, what’s wrong?”

“My husband!” Brandy got too choked up to go on.

“Mamn? Is there a problem with your husband? Did he do something to hurt you?”

“No, no, I just,” she lost her words again. Tom was outside bleeding to death. She needed to be there for him. She needed to tend to his wound.

“MAMN! Is this a prank call?”

“NO!”

“What did your husband do to you, mamn? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, no!” Brandy paused, took a deep breath, then gathered her words. She opened her mouth then tried to explain what happened as calmly as she could. “He just got-“

Before she could get in another word, the line cut out.

“Hello? Operator!”

Nothing but the humming tone of a dead line was left to comfort her. Brandy covered her mouth and her eyes went wide.

“Operator?”

The window from the back door exploded to fragment. Mike punched out the pieces that remained. He stepped into the living room then flipped out his switchblade.

“Excited to see me?”

Brandy’s bottom lip shook as she spoke. “What do you want?”

“To get another taste.”

“I’d rather die.”

Mike laughed, then started walking slowly towards her. “That’s fine with me.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

– Thomas M. Watt

– Author of A New Kingdom

Julie and Benjamin – Part 4 – GRAND FINALE!

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Benjamin and Julie were running straight towards the men in uniform. Police cruisers were chasing behind them. A helicopter flew overhead.

“How are we gonna get out of this?” Screamed Julie.

“I know a way out!” said Benjamin. “You just have to trust me!”

They continued running, and the officers ahead already had their guns drawn. The married fugitives were in plain sight, and every citizen on each side of the street was watching them.

“Are we going to die?” said Julie.

“I don’t know yet!” said Benjamin.

They continued running. The cruisers sped up behind them while The helicopter descended out in front.

“Ready?” said Benjamin.

“For what?” Said Julie.

The pair continued running, chain-linking jingling between them as they did.

“You see that helicopter?”

Julie looked. The copter was dangerously low to the ground and moving towards them.

“Yeah?” she said.

“Okay, when I say now, jump!”

“What?”

“NOW!”

Benjamin jumped and raised his hands over his head. Julie followed. The handcuffs linking them caught onto the railing below the helicopter. The chopper raised them up off the ground, and the cruisers skidded to a stop below.

“You’re crazy!” Screamed Julie.

Benjamin laughed. “I thought I was a coward?”

Julie looked down in terror at all the police and citizens watching them. “No, not anymore. Now you’re plain crazy!”

The helicopter heightened and headed for a tall apartment complex. The onlookers continued to gaze up at them.

“So does that mean you love me now?” said Benjamin.

Julie whined slightly, shook her head, then began to sob. “I’ve always loved you. You know I have.”

Benjamin smiled. “I thought I was too much of a bore for you?”

She scoffed. “If you weren’t so boring, I’d have wound up in jail a long time ago.”

The copter stopped, and their feet dangled near the roof of the tall apartment complex.

“I should have never talked you into my stupid plan. Stealing police uniforms for a stupid party was a bad idea. I’m sorry Benjamin, I only wish we didn’t have to go to prison apart.”

Benjamin looked at her, and smiled. “I’m sorry I’ve always been too cautious to try anything fun.”

“It’s fine, you keep me out of trouble. That’s why i love you.”

He smiled back. “And I love you.”

The copter lowered steadily and tilted, so that the married couple attached by iron handcuffs slid off the rail with ease. They landed on their feet.

“Come on,” said Benjamin, with a smirk. “I want to show you something.”

Julie looked at him curiously. “You don’t want to run?”

“No.” He laughed. “No more running.”

Benjamin walked Julie over to the ledge of the rooftop. There raised and stood on top of it. Down below all the townspeople began to clap. The officers took off their hats, and even the hillbilly with the rifle was there, waving his gun at them.

“What is this?” said Julie.

“I knew how much you wanted a fun Halloween party, so I got all these people together and spoke with the police. The whole thing was set up from the start. I tripped and dropped the bag of uniforms on purpose, Julie. I knew how much you wanted that rush of adrenaline, so I gave it to you.”

Julie gasped and batted her eyes. “You did all this for me?”

“Of course,” he said. “I love you.”

She laughed, cred a single tear, then leaned in and kissed him. The whole town below went wild.

“Happy Halloween,” she said.

“Happy Halloween Julie,” he finished.

THE END!

Thomas M. Watt

Julie and Benjamin – Part 1

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Julie and Benjamin sat across the table from one another, staring eye-to-eye.

“I don’t love you,” said Julie.

“And I don’t love you,” said Benjamin.

“So why are we still together?” said Julie.

“I don’t think we have a choice at the moment,” said Benjamin.

The two continued on staring, eyes locked on one another, and even after the waiter served the lobster, neither bothered to glimpse at the meal, let alone eat it.

“You know you’re pathetic,” said Julie.

“And you know you are fat,” said Benjamin.

“I hate you.”

“And I, you.”

The waiter came by, delivered the check, and Benjamin told him refused to pay for a meal he didn’t even eat.

“You ready?” said Julie.

“Are you?” said Benjamin.

The waiter returned and took the full plates of lobster back with him.

“Yeah, you go first.”

Benjamin laughed. “Nice try.”

“Fine, then I’m going first.”

“Someone is going to spot us. We are going to get arrested.” Said Benjamin.

“We don’t have a choice,” said Julie.

Benjamin scoffed.

“All right, on the count of three. 1…2…3!”

The couple stood up, knocking over the table when they did. Their wrists were handcuffed both handcuffed, and an iron chain dangled between, binding the pair together. They sprinted side by side out of the restaurant. After they charged through the front door, they ran straight into a police officer and knocked his cup of coffee onto his uniform.

The three all stopped and shared the same dumbfounded expression, until Julie finally tugged the iron chain and the couple sprinted away.

The policeman chased after them.

Part 2, Coming Soon!

– Thomas M. Watt

The Hand

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He dropped the warm bloody hand on the table. Bone was sticking out, and shreds of flesh were hanging from the limb.

“What happened?” said Harry.

Chuck looked back at him.

“Did you kill him? Where’s Trix? Where’s Bill?”

“Trix?” said Chuck.

“‘YEAH, TRIX!” Harry said. “The whore I sent you out with. What happened? You kill him or not?”

“You’re not going to believe what happened.”

Harry stood up. “Whose. Hand. Is. That.”

“Please, Harry. Let me tell you what happened.”

“I’m not a patient man, Chuck. I’m an angry one.”

“I know, I know! Please, just hear me out.”

Harry folded his arms.

“Me and Trix got there. She was wearing the long skirt. I had the gun and was waiting around the corner, just as you told me.”

“And?”

“And she started hitting on him. Seducing Kick, just as you ordered.”

“I know what I fuckin’ ordered! Now what happened?”

Chuck closed his eyes and took a breath. “Well, she had her arm in his, was bringing him my way. Bill was waiting in the car, kept it running. But just as I started around the corner, something happened.”

“What?”

“Kick shoves Trix, and she hits my wrist and my gun goes flying. Next thing I know, Kick starts punching me senseless, gets me to the ground. I’m yelling, you know, I yell the whole time for Trix to shoot him. I’m on the pavement, swallowing punch-after-punch, and then the shot goes off.”

“And?”

“And the punches stop. My vision was all fucked, but when I was able to open my eyes again, Kick was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Trix.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

“What about the hand? Whose hand is that?”

“I was scared as shit, you know? So I ran back to the getaway. Bill was in the driver seat, and blood was everywhere. He was breathing heavy, eyes turning up.”

“Why?”

“He said he saw another guy. Came in a flash. Kick’s not alone, he’s got someone watching his back.”

“What about his wrist? Who cut it off?”

“He said the guy who cut it off was the same who took Trix. He said he was aiming out the window. He said he was gonna shoot Kick when a sword sliced off his hand. That’s where the gun shot came from, when the pistol hit the ground.”

“This was supposed to be the end, dammit! What the hell am I gonna tell Fatty?”

“I don’t know, sir. Tell him I did my best.”

Harry laughed, and shook his head. “Did your best? Come back with a hand, and it ain’t Kick’s, and you’re tellin’ me you did your best?”

Chuck stood up. “What do you want me to do? How was I supposed to know he’s got an accomplice?”

Reaching into his waistband, Harry retrieved his glock then aimed it at Chuck.

“NO!”

Harry pulled the trigger.

– Thomas M. Watt