Song: Save Time, by Okasian and KOHH.
Traviz felt the blood run blue. Kill the dog?
The Dobermann was distracted, eating its burger and showing zero signs of its past aggressiveness. No hostility, just a dog whom Traviz had shared some food.
"Why?" Traviz questioned instinctively.
"Because I said so." Gretta's voice was lower and slightly menacing. "You said you couldn't wait to kill, right? Go on, sweetie."
A dry swallow. Some sweat in his hand. The wrist-
"Creamy imy... Kitty itty... What a pity, 'cause you're nasty creamy..."
"You see? I told you. Dad's a monster. I hope he dies, soon. And if he doesn't, I'll kill him myself. You have my word, creamy. Let's get the fuck outta here."
"It's alright... They won't get us... We won't be back here, ever. I promise you."
"Do it, baby."
Traviz pointed the gun. The dog swallowed the last piece and looked up. Then, it was like it knew perfectly well what a pointing gun meant, so the dog started barking. What the hell. Whatever. He should kill it, because... No, he must get the fuck outta there, grab the dog and go, but Gretta and the niggas... The dog stopped barking and looked right in his brown tense eyes. Was it begging for mercy?
"Just a cat, kid. Wish I was this cat... Ain't cool livin' in this bitch..."
But what if he managed to kill the three niggas standing in front of him and then Gretta and run with the dog, but what if he missed the shot again, but there were still some knives left on the case, he'd certainly hit all of them for sure why not c'mon, but he could get killed because they had guns, and the dog, the dog would not attack him anymore, because there would be no one else to give him assassin orders, and he'd drive the SUV and sell it, then they would share some burgers and- The dog wailed, scared.
"You're just like the others. Traitor."
Traviz didn't blink when he shot the gun. The target was much nearer, so the bullet went straight to the dog's chest, and it collapsed, wailing. He stood with the gun in midair, the blood paralyzed, eyes staring at the dark shiny body at the bottom of the car, and then a red dark pool crept beneath it. Traviz wanted to grasp his truck of panic and run for good, but his body was stuck on his petrified feet, and the hand threatened to shake uncontrollably as it did once, and he was scared to feel scared, so the muscle took the action and he pulled the trigger again, shooting three more bullets at the dying dog.
"Well done. How old are you, sweetie?"
"What day is it." His stare was fixed at the black body.
"March 23rd."
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General FictionHis world was gasoline and spark. From flame to flame the boy carried on his life. This is the life of Traviz O'Brien. He is just a boy, engulfed by the flames of a harsh world. An angry rich father, a crying mother, a cruel friend. Until the very d...
