In this part right here, Elise, the girl, tries in vain to convince Vincent to get her out of where they are. I was too lazy to write it, so fast forward to the next morning as Vincent is about to leave the compound.
Oh, and this is the post that has the language in it. So just be aware.
“So who are you selling her to?” Vincent didn’t try to hide his anger with Angel, nor his dissatisfaction with himself.
“A man from North Korea. We’ve done business before. When he heard about what I was doing, and that I had someone ready to go, he couldn’t refuse,” Angel answered, rather content with himself. A chill shot down Vincent’s spine when he learned where the girl was going. It would have been bad enough for her to go to a country that was allied with the United States, like Japan, or Germany, or even the UK. But North Korea? That country couldn’t keep its mouth shut about how excited they were that the US had “fallen”. Elise was going to be eaten alive. The sound of her sudden panicked hyperventilation indicated that she knew that as well.
Goddammit, Vincent thought. Elise had just spent most of the night trying to persuade him to take her with him, and he kept refusing. The only reason he refused was so he wouldn’t have to go through the trouble. Angel was really pretty powerful, and having him as an enemy would put Vincent at a serious disadvantage, as well as cost him a good source of work. Plus, he would have to worry about someone else for a change.
Could he really be so selfish now? Vincent turned his head slightly towards Elise, who had now fallen to her knees, and was pleading, basically for her life, with Angel not to sell her. Angel’s eyes never left Vincent’s nor did his content smile fade one bit.
What a piece of [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth]…Vincent thought. His stomach churned as he entertained the thought of intervening. In fact, he nearly threw up as Angel motioned some of his men to get Elise, who was now screaming, begging for some kind of mercy that Angel was unwilling to show. …but it’s [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth]ing North Korea, Vincent…
Two guards picked Elise up, each taking an arm, and began to drag her away. She was now screaming for Vincent, imploring him to change his mind. Vincent’s heart raced. He hadn’t been this nervous in his entire life. Ultimately, he just couldn’t keep it from coming out.
“Hey stop,” Vincent barked. The guards turned their heads and looked at Vincent for a second, before looking at Angel. Elise turned, too. Any chance Vincent had of changing his mind was gone the instant he looked in her eyes. To let this happen would make him as bad as Angel. Maybe even worse, he thought. To look into the eye of an innocent girl and allow her to be sent to a life that she would honest to God be better off dead would be as inhuman as kidnapping her. Vincent would look back on that one day, and would probably put a bullet through the back of his throat.
“What is it?” Angel asked. His smile faded, and his face looked genuinely concerned, which only made it harder. Vincent paused for a moment.
You’re already in it, so cowboy the [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth] up
He quietly took a deep breath to mentally commit himself to what he was about to say, and what was sure to follow.
“I’m gonna take her with me”
Angel gave a friendly laugh, and placed his hand on Vincent’s shoulder. “That would take a lot of money, my friend. Money I know you don’t have,” he said amicably. He motioned once again to the two men, who resumed moving Elise away. Angel himself turned to leave. Elise still stared at him, however.
Let’s do it, man. Here we go…
“I don’t recall saying ‘buy’.” Vincent had to fake his confidence. This was the most worried he’d ever been.
Both guards stopped, and Angel turned back around. His usually inappropriate lightheartedness was gone, and replaced by a completely straight face. He took several steps toward Vincent, and looked him square in the eye. Vincent managed to not back down.
“Say that again,” Angel demanded.
“Let her go,” Vincent ordered. “I’m taking her with me.”
Angel was furious now. When people defied Angel, generally, those people died, and Vincent knew it. If he managed to make it out of here alive, he was in for a rough future. Rougher than it already was, anyway. And even if he wanted to, it wasn’t like Vincent could just say “ha ha, just kidding!” and leave. His mind had already been made. He was going to get Elise out of here, or die trying, and he’d just have to find work elsewhere. It was on. One of the guards holding Elise made it official when he began to raise his assault rifle.
Vincent didn’t survive in his line of work by being slow. A lot of deals had gone wrong, and they ultimately came down to who drew their gun first. Vincent strafed to his left, and drew one of his .45s, and aimed in the guards’ direction. In less than a second, he fired off a shot, moved to the second guard, and fired another. The first guard was hit in the chest, the second guard in the throat. The first guard hit the ground before the second, but died a few seconds after.
Vincent then immediately pointed his gun at Angel, who looked utterly confounded and totally furious at the same time. The two men stared into each other’s eyes, neither so much as blinking.
“Get up,” Vincent ordered angrily at Elise, not taking his stare off Vincent. Elise rose to her feet slowly, and looked back at the two dead men.
“Come on!” Vincent was damn near screaming now. He wasn’t sure if he was angry at anyone or anything in particular. Maybe he was just trying to keep his confidence up. After all, he had just made a pretty powerful enemy. Whatever the reason, Elise responded immediately. She ran over to Vincent, and hid behind him, looking out at Angel, who still didn’t seem to acknowledge her presence.
Vincent, still keeping his gun pointed at Angel, slowly switched his it to his left hand. With his right hand now free, he grabbed the strap of Winchester that was slung over his right shoulder, and swung the shotgun around. Just as quick as before, he snatched the gun out of the air, finger already on the trigger. He pressed the butt into his shoulder, and pointed the muzzle at Angel, who was still staring into Vincent’s eyes. Vincent then reached back, and handed the .45 to Elise, who paused for a moment, before quickly taking it. She stepped out from behind Vincent and aimed at Angel.
“Watch behind us,” Vincent ordered. Elise looked up at him for a second before doing as she was told.
They would then escape the compound and hit the road. I think its a pretty sweet story, and upon reading it again, I'm really proud of myself. If you read it, I really appreciate it.
We're all friends here, so I'm trusting noones gonna take my idea and run away with it and make a whole lot of money on my idea. I'd have to find you and break some bones.
Oh, and this is the post that has the language in it. So just be aware.
“So who are you selling her to?” Vincent didn’t try to hide his anger with Angel, nor his dissatisfaction with himself.
“A man from North Korea. We’ve done business before. When he heard about what I was doing, and that I had someone ready to go, he couldn’t refuse,” Angel answered, rather content with himself. A chill shot down Vincent’s spine when he learned where the girl was going. It would have been bad enough for her to go to a country that was allied with the United States, like Japan, or Germany, or even the UK. But North Korea? That country couldn’t keep its mouth shut about how excited they were that the US had “fallen”. Elise was going to be eaten alive. The sound of her sudden panicked hyperventilation indicated that she knew that as well.
Goddammit, Vincent thought. Elise had just spent most of the night trying to persuade him to take her with him, and he kept refusing. The only reason he refused was so he wouldn’t have to go through the trouble. Angel was really pretty powerful, and having him as an enemy would put Vincent at a serious disadvantage, as well as cost him a good source of work. Plus, he would have to worry about someone else for a change.
Could he really be so selfish now? Vincent turned his head slightly towards Elise, who had now fallen to her knees, and was pleading, basically for her life, with Angel not to sell her. Angel’s eyes never left Vincent’s nor did his content smile fade one bit.
What a piece of [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth]…Vincent thought. His stomach churned as he entertained the thought of intervening. In fact, he nearly threw up as Angel motioned some of his men to get Elise, who was now screaming, begging for some kind of mercy that Angel was unwilling to show. …but it’s [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth]ing North Korea, Vincent…
Two guards picked Elise up, each taking an arm, and began to drag her away. She was now screaming for Vincent, imploring him to change his mind. Vincent’s heart raced. He hadn’t been this nervous in his entire life. Ultimately, he just couldn’t keep it from coming out.
“Hey stop,” Vincent barked. The guards turned their heads and looked at Vincent for a second, before looking at Angel. Elise turned, too. Any chance Vincent had of changing his mind was gone the instant he looked in her eyes. To let this happen would make him as bad as Angel. Maybe even worse, he thought. To look into the eye of an innocent girl and allow her to be sent to a life that she would honest to God be better off dead would be as inhuman as kidnapping her. Vincent would look back on that one day, and would probably put a bullet through the back of his throat.
“What is it?” Angel asked. His smile faded, and his face looked genuinely concerned, which only made it harder. Vincent paused for a moment.
You’re already in it, so cowboy the [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth] up
He quietly took a deep breath to mentally commit himself to what he was about to say, and what was sure to follow.
“I’m gonna take her with me”
Angel gave a friendly laugh, and placed his hand on Vincent’s shoulder. “That would take a lot of money, my friend. Money I know you don’t have,” he said amicably. He motioned once again to the two men, who resumed moving Elise away. Angel himself turned to leave. Elise still stared at him, however.
Let’s do it, man. Here we go…
“I don’t recall saying ‘buy’.” Vincent had to fake his confidence. This was the most worried he’d ever been.
Both guards stopped, and Angel turned back around. His usually inappropriate lightheartedness was gone, and replaced by a completely straight face. He took several steps toward Vincent, and looked him square in the eye. Vincent managed to not back down.
“Say that again,” Angel demanded.
“Let her go,” Vincent ordered. “I’m taking her with me.”
Angel was furious now. When people defied Angel, generally, those people died, and Vincent knew it. If he managed to make it out of here alive, he was in for a rough future. Rougher than it already was, anyway. And even if he wanted to, it wasn’t like Vincent could just say “ha ha, just kidding!” and leave. His mind had already been made. He was going to get Elise out of here, or die trying, and he’d just have to find work elsewhere. It was on. One of the guards holding Elise made it official when he began to raise his assault rifle.
Vincent didn’t survive in his line of work by being slow. A lot of deals had gone wrong, and they ultimately came down to who drew their gun first. Vincent strafed to his left, and drew one of his .45s, and aimed in the guards’ direction. In less than a second, he fired off a shot, moved to the second guard, and fired another. The first guard was hit in the chest, the second guard in the throat. The first guard hit the ground before the second, but died a few seconds after.
Vincent then immediately pointed his gun at Angel, who looked utterly confounded and totally furious at the same time. The two men stared into each other’s eyes, neither so much as blinking.
“Get up,” Vincent ordered angrily at Elise, not taking his stare off Vincent. Elise rose to her feet slowly, and looked back at the two dead men.
“Come on!” Vincent was damn near screaming now. He wasn’t sure if he was angry at anyone or anything in particular. Maybe he was just trying to keep his confidence up. After all, he had just made a pretty powerful enemy. Whatever the reason, Elise responded immediately. She ran over to Vincent, and hid behind him, looking out at Angel, who still didn’t seem to acknowledge her presence.
Vincent, still keeping his gun pointed at Angel, slowly switched his it to his left hand. With his right hand now free, he grabbed the strap of Winchester that was slung over his right shoulder, and swung the shotgun around. Just as quick as before, he snatched the gun out of the air, finger already on the trigger. He pressed the butt into his shoulder, and pointed the muzzle at Angel, who was still staring into Vincent’s eyes. Vincent then reached back, and handed the .45 to Elise, who paused for a moment, before quickly taking it. She stepped out from behind Vincent and aimed at Angel.
“Watch behind us,” Vincent ordered. Elise looked up at him for a second before doing as she was told.
They would then escape the compound and hit the road. I think its a pretty sweet story, and upon reading it again, I'm really proud of myself. If you read it, I really appreciate it.
We're all friends here, so I'm trusting noones gonna take my idea and run away with it and make a whole lot of money on my idea. I'd have to find you and break some bones.
