Broken Tales

Bad Day

I stop for a second to catch my breath, I've been running what seems like forever. Who knew these guys would get smart this fast? Shit, they are pissed! I turn my head over my shoulder and see that they are still chasing me! Owen, if I don't die, I'm gonna kill you!

"Show yourself! You can't get away from us, conman!" I quickly turn a corner into a busy street corner and it's a little crowded due to it almost being noon. I turn another corner and I turn my head to see if they're still after me and I bump into an old geezer carrying a basket of bread.

"Watch where you're going, you stupid fool!"

Do I have time to fucking slap him? I start running as fast as I possibly can. The thoughts of sheer stupidity are ever so present in my mind. The damn fools are at least twenty feet away! They ain't slowing down, Goddamn it.

Damn you, Owen! I make a sharp right into some stairs and practically dog-run up them/leap over all the steps. I make another sharp turn into a building, hopeful that I lost the bastards. I calmly speed walk through to the back entrance and hop a fence into a park. After briskly jogging through it, I enter two city blocks before entering an apartment complex.

I run through the goddamn hallways, up the three flights of stairs, until I bust into our small apartment and there I see him, coming to greet me with that dopey smile on his face...

"OWEN!" I shout at the top of my lungs. He slows down, his smile slowly disappears as a look of confusion takes over. I slam the door and walk over to him, with the intent of strangling him!

The look of confusion fades and a faint smile returns.

"H-hey Duncan!" I stop at the doorway into the living room and Owen takes a step towards me, but stops. We're ten feet apart. I begin to feel the effects of my multi block sprint fest and I breathe heavy, Owen notices it and my glaring.

"Brother, wh-what happened?" Oh, you fuckin know...

"Did you have any problems?" I take off my worn brown leather jacket, without taking my eyes off the blonde oaf.

"No, no problems."

I reply back in a calm tone.

"I didn't have any problems, I just had to escape from Cody's men." I walk up to Owen, my fury rising again.

"But you, my brother, you do have problems. And this time, you won't get out of it...

Because I'm going to kill you!" I lunge at Owen and grab him by his neck and he falls onto a chair, and he tries to scream, but I'm squeezing hard.

"Wa-wait, Dunc-Duncan! Stop! Stop!

Let go, Duncan! Let me go!" He uses his weight to force me off of him and bolts to the hallway, where he grabs his neck and gasps for air. I step towards him and he puts his hand out.

"Wait!

Tell me what happened, Duncan, then you can kill me!"

"Tell you what went wrong? What went wrong?! You fucking moron, those bastards almost shot me in the head! Why didn't you tell me the painting was a fake?!"

Owen's head snaps to me in shock.

"It was a fake?" Oh no!

"Don't tell me, you also didn't know..." He just stares at me, shocked.

"I've known you for fifteen years and it's always the same with you! You sicken me, you gas planet." I walk through our messy apartment and go to the fridge, opening it, revealing take out boxes and beer. I grab one for myself and close the door.