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Show posts MenuQuoteI suddenly stopped; sweat beads appeared on my head, I jerked my head towards the table where my radio stood. My eyes searched the corner; it was still pitch black, who turned on my radio?
QuoteAs if in answer a figure buried in shadow emerged from the corner.
QuoteThe instant passed so suddenly, on instinct my hand clasped the handle of my holstered pistol and guided it towards the figure. My finger squeezed the trigger and in the brief gunshot flash I saw my best friend’s eyes wince in pain. I heard a slump as I rushed to turn the lights on. I saw my best friend’s body lying face down on the ground.
Quote“Billy? Billy McGregor?†I questioned as I edged forward, my gun trained on the figure’s head.
“It’s me Billy,†the figure groaned in response. I holstered my pistol and scrambled to his side. A low moan came from his stomach.
Quote“Ah, Billy tell me where I got you,†I pleaded whilst trying to flip him over to see the wound.
Quote“You…†mumbled Billy.
“Where? Where does it hurt?†I asked as I heaved him over.
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“Right in… The wall, my god your aim is of this morning,†chuckled Billy as he got up, dusted himself off and placed his hands on his hips.
Quote...“Lets go now, we shouldn’t be worrying about these political things we’ve got a that big bank heist today with Eddie.†Billy stated as he stepped out of the door, he held it open as I grabbed my trench coat and my other gun.
QuoteIt was a Colt .45 1911, a gift from Jack. The black metal was cold in my hands, as cold as the night before had been, as cold as the day outside was going to be as I would soon find out. I remembered the heist now, I must have forgotten. We were robbing Chicago City Bank, one of the richest banks around.
Quote“Hey, hurry up. John Avery sometimes I wonder about you, always dreaming and thinking. You had better wake up your aim is off†chuckled Billy as he walked off down the hallway. I ran after him and locked the door.
“Yeah, well you’d better wipe your head, you’re bleeding.†We both laughed, in this world, in this life, you never knew when you’d laugh next.
QuoteWe stepped out of the damp hallway and into the cold day. I shivered as I buttoned up the black trench coat. Clouds covered the sun and the slight snowfall almost seemed peaceful. Also I was glad to get out of this week’s dank motel.
QuoteI tried to walk slowly along the metal balcony but Billy, behind me, was a fast walker and kept on nudging me forward.
We rounded the corner and headed down the metal steps. ‘Heart O’ the City Motel,’ I read the sign as I opened the door to our black Ford Model A.
‘Humph’ I grunted to myself as I thought of the irony.
QuoteThis motel was on the outskirts of Chicago. I sat in the car and Billy got into the driver’s side. My thoughts of Helen were halted by Billy’s cursing.
“Start you stupid†He yelled to the dashboard whenever the engine coughed.
“No, just press gently on the gas†I directed him. He tried it but the engine continued to cough.
“Here, like this†I slid my foot over onto the gas,
“Now start it,†I pressed gently down and the car spluttered to life.
“Ha, what do you know? Nice†Billy remarked as he inspected the fuel gauge, but I was too deep in thought to respond.
QuoteI lay in the dark…
The only light into the room was the sliver of white moonlight shining through the Venetian blinds. The silence ringing in my ears, the only noise was my thoughts echoing around my mind. It was two in the morning.
QuoteI lay on a metal bed, which creaked and groaned whenever I moved and I couldn’t sleep no matter how hard I tried.
QuoteI was in a small dark room, in a seedy out-of-town motel. My face was towards the ceiling, lying on my back as if I were awaiting death.
QuoteMemories of times long past flickered in my mind like a motion picture, a drive by, a gunshot, money stolen, innocents killed.
QuoteI was a hitman, trained to kill, to do my orders and then to piss off.
QuoteMy name was John Avery, Irish hitman for Jack Molloy, my boss.
QuoteThinking of Jack made me uneasy, everyone feared him, he was crazy, a psycho, sometimes he was like a wild animal full of hate, but then again sometimes he was charismatic business entrepreneur.
QuoteHis mood changed with the wind, I pity all the fools who have tried to beg with him when he was pissed off.
QuoteAh but thinking of his daughter Helen Molloy, now that was completely different. She was attractive and sharp-witted, her eyes, innocent and naïve while at the same time being intimate and passionate. She was also my age, twenty-two. Pretty young for a hitman eh?
QuoteIt was comforting to imagine her beautiful body warming the whole room. I could see her sitting on the end of the bed, beckoning me over. I crawled over to her and she tilted her head willing me to kiss her. I did the same, slowly progressing towards her face. We were so close now, ready for the kiss.
QuoteSuddenly I jerked up in bed.
QuoteI looked around the room; there was sunlight seeping in from the blinds to get rid of the darkness.
QuoteIt was silent except for a static murmuring in the corner of my room the radio was switched on.
QuoteI put my head in my hands and wiped my eyes. I must’ve been dreaming again, I was so close to kissing her too.
QuoteAll my dreams of Helen Molloy ended with us just about to kiss. I silently laughed to myself, oh what a fool I am.
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