Post by Jack Owyns on Nov 15, 2014 18:02:12 GMT
CALIFORNIA
November 9th, 2014
Mojave Desert
Day, better known by the alias Radek Dayz, was perched on the hood of a 2012 Chevrolet Cruze. His hair was chaotic, and his once famous Mohawk was nowhere in sight. His eyes were completely bloodshot, as the lack of sleep was evident, supporting a five-o'clock shadow. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the hood of his car.
A car in the distance roared down the dusty road, kicking up a trail of dust behind it. It pulled up, and the engine shut off. Radek pushed himself away from his own car and approached the late arrival. The passenger door opened first, something he hadn’t noticed, as his eyes were glued solely on the man who stepped out from behind the driver’s seat, Jack Owyns. A rage boiled deep down in Radek, a rage he could not control. For years he had dreamt of this meeting, having a face to face with Jack once again. He decked Jack twice in the cheekbone, five years of anger behind each throw. Jack never blocked, instead stood there and received the punches.
“You piece of shit!” Radek roared.
He drew his arm back, and his knuckles connected with the bridge of Jack’s nose, shattering the villain’s sunglasses. Jack stumbled back into the side door of his car. He was ready to unleash another shot when the passenger door slammed shut, catching his attention.
“BOYS!” Oddball shouted, making an attempt to break the one-sided fight up.
“What the hell, is he…” Radek looked down towards Jack. Then looked over at Oddball. “Are you doing here?”
“That’s an excellent question. I’m here, well… Radek and you too Jack, you both, have a unique place in my heart, and I consider you both--”
“Faggot.” Jack said holding his cheekbone, pushing himself away from the car.
“I consider you, both great FRIENDS! So—“
“A Friend?” Radek turned, pointing back at Jack. “You consider him… a friend.”
“Ye-sss”
“Tell me, Oddball, do you really know this man, this piece of shit? Do you know what he does to FRIENDS? Do you?”
Oddball looked at Jack. “I have an idea.”
“Do you really Oddball. Let me inform you, enlighten you on this man … Jack. What he does to friends. He—“
Jack pulled a 9mm handgun from the back waistband of his jeans and pushed the tip of the 9mm into Radek’s head, forcing Dayz to tilt his head sideways. “SHUT UP!”
“No! Let me hear…. I enjoy a good story. Come on, Jack, drop the gun.”
Jack hissed, finger close to the trigger, ready to unleash death. He took a few steps back, away from the reach of Radek and lowered the gun.
“Tell me, Oddball, did he ever happen to tell you the story about Guy?”
Oddball nodded his head.
“Really? Well, Guy…. Once upon a time, he TOO was Jack’s friend, best friend actually. And notice how I said WAS. Well Jack, quite a few years back, caved in his face with a steel pipe and nearly killed him too. WHY? Because a man named Trev Echo -- who, I should point out, Jack hated -- offered him a deal, a deal he could not pass up.”
Oddball looked over toward Jack. “Did not know that.”
Radek continued. “That same man, Trev Echo, who offered him the deal… guess what, Jack? How do I say this? He killed him, and I — who it just so happens WAS Jack’s friend once — went down for it.”
“Well that does not seem too bad, it’s like WAIT-WHAT!?” The news set in. “You killed Echo.”
“Sliced his throat, ear to ear.” Radek drew a line on his throat from ear to ear.
“I trusted you,” Oddball looked visibly hurt by the news.
“Stop acting, like a fuckin’ goddamn women man.”
Radek piped in, amused by all of it. “Trust … You cannot trust him. This man, he’d stab you right in the back with no remorse. Him … he shouldn’t be allowed friends. He shouldn’t even be allowed to breathe the same air as you and I. He belongs in the ground, rotting away to NOTHING!”
“THEN PUT ME THERE, MOTHER FUCKER!” Jack hissed, cutting in, whipping the 9mm at Radek's chest.
Radek grabbed a hold of the gun, turned it side to side in his hand. Then tossed it on the ground.
“I don’t need no weapon to end you Jack.”
Radek charged and speared Jack lifting him off the ground and slamming him straight into the desert floor. Radek unleash a fury of left and rights, as Jack threw up his forearms and shielded his face. Jack waited for his moment to counter, as Radek to hit Jack with a double hammer fist to the face, but Jack caught him with an elbow under the eye, enough to staggered Radek for a second and push him off. Jack returned his own combo of left and right punches. Both men finally got to a point, where they weren’t even blocking, just rolling in the dirt, throwing every punch they could.
CLICK!
Jack and Radek froze, and turned and looked at Oddball, who stood wide-eyed with the 9mm in his hand.
“Did… “Jack was stunned. “Did you… just, try… fuckin’ shooting… WHO the FUCK did you just try to SHOOT!?”
“Uh… Radek.”
Radek stood up.” ME!”
“No Jack.”
Jack walked over and ripped the 9mm from Oddballs's hands. ”You gotta take the fuckin’ safety off, first you fuckin’ moron.”
Jack pistol whipped him in the side of the head.
“I’m fuckin’ done with this shit; I’m outta of here.”
“Run Jack, run like you always do.”
“FUCK YOU!” Jack hissed. He clocked Radek in the jaw, with the butt end of the pistol, knocking him to the dirt.
Jack started to walk away, but stopped and walked back up to Radek grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
“I fuckin’ warned you, and I… I fuckin’ told you. Keep clear of Echo, stay far, far away. But, you, never listened. So FUCK YOU RADEK!” Jack spat in frustration releasing Radek’s shirt collar and kicked a pile of dirt toward Radek.
“I went there to help you… to SAVE YOU!” Radek stayed sitting in the dirt, rubbing his jaw. “When I needed you, you left me to ROT! You were my FRIEND! MY MENTOR! And you left me to rot.”
Jack stopped.
“I fuckin’ did… help, you just don’t know it,” Jack mumbled.
He swung the door open on the driver side and fired up the engine and peeled out.
Oddball, slowly stood to his feet. "I guess... my idea for a tag team over in Metro. Is out the window?"
Radek shook his head.
