🌼Imagine one of your junior high classmates has gone missing for 3 days. But you, and your buddies, know exactly where to find the body. Join Annie Belcastro, Gordie Lachance, Chris Chambers, Teddy Duchamp, and Vern Tessio, as they set out to find...
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Both Chris and I continued to walk together and talk about random things, excited and hopeful for the next couple days.
"You wanna see something?" Chris asked randomly, his arm resting on his sleeping bag.
I made a confused face, and gave him look to reflect it. "Sure?"
Chris reassured me with a smile. "It's really cool. You won't believe it."
I sighed, shaking my head. "Okay, whatever you say."
Then Chris led the way to the back of the Blue Point Diner.
The Blue Point Diner was this old sort of fast food place in downtown Castle Rock. At the time, it seemed like the first "McDonalds" of the century, and for our town. Lots of old guys came in for greasy grubs, and young ladies in pointy glasses and short skirts worked late to keep things up. The place was known for the stench of old grease as you walked past, alongside grilled onions.
Chris and I were at the heart of that stench at the time- next to the dumpsters in the backyard.
Chris reached into his sleeping bag and slowly pulled out a gun. It was sleek and heavy, with dark wood that dimly shone in the sunlight.
"You wanna be the Lone Ranger-" Chris started.
"-Or the cisco kid?" I finished absolutely shocked.
My eyes widened, and I took the gun from Chris's hands. I held it awkwardly while staring at it- it felt like a whole other being that I was holding. If any of the other guys were here, they'd surely appreciate it too.
The gun had a heavy weight in my hand, it sat in my palms naturally. There were finger grooves worn into it with so much use, and the black metal had turned a steely gray.
"What kind is it?" I held the gun out in front of me like a rowdy puppy.
Chris looked the gun up and down. He stood close to me so he could get the same view as I was, and said proudly: "A forty-five. Took it from my dad's bureau." He sighed. "Ya' know..."
"Is it loaded?" I asked. I wanted to pull the trigger to feel it snap back like a tightly stretched rubber-band.
Chris rolled his eyes. "Who do you think I am? A criminal?"
"Ha-ha." I faked, giving him a black look.
I heard footsteps from behind me, the fast-running kind. But before I had time to react or Chris had time to stop me, I pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The gun went off!
"JESUS!" We both screamed with wide eyes, the bullet piercing a steaming garbage can.
The gun bucked in my hand, making my wrist feel like it snapped out of place.
The power of it was so forceful that it caused me to drop the gun out of shock, not knowing what else to do but get that stupid thing out of my hands.
