Tobias Weiss.

Chapter 5

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                                                     Chapter 5

Hands looked up at the camera.  It was one placed to the left side of the cabin. Then turning away, cupping his hand to his mouth, he said, “Sure hopes your watching the show we’re about to put on.  Are else we’ve wasted our valuable time.”

What he had planned, was a simple game of possum –where JJ would pretend to play dead.  He knew he needed to make it look as if he had mentally snapped.  And as such needed to be isolated –from whatever these military people were up to?  Which would mean simply they would have to come in to their enclosure to get him. Only, he knew it had to be done right.  And even with that there was no certainty they were ever going to get out of it alive.  But as JJ and Chon Doo (At least that was how the name sounded to him anyhow.  Which he called Chon, because it was easier to pronounce) agreed: They’d rather die trying.  Than do nothing.

Like in a Hollywood set.  The stage was set:  Hands walked up to the wooden cabin.  Played his hands out along the top searching for a hold, and then walking inside, he grabbed a bed, and carried it out.  Placing it down, he used its advantage then to give him that little bit more leverage to get up on top of the roof.

Actor two enters: “What you doing up there boy.  You look like King Kong beating your belly like that.  Sure must be true what they say about yea darkies.  How yea ain’t happy unless year skiddering up some tree or other.  Guess you’re kind just aint happy unless you’re on top of something.   Boy, come down from there, because there sure as hell ain’t no bananas where you’re going.  You hear me you dumb black fuck!”  His words were loud, bellowing to the cameras.”

“Why don’t you make me hillbilly.  And for that matter, fuck your pa, fuck your maw, and fuck your whole inbred trailer trash family!”

“Boy, don’t you saying nothing about my family, or I’ll give you some whopping you won’t forget!” JJ answered back, eyes popping out with rage, “Are I’ll kill you!  You hear me you black motherfucker!  I’ll kill you!”

“You talking trash boy.  Bet your inbred sister punches away harder than you do.  Bet you were nothing but someone’s bitch too, away back in that prison where they hauled your dirty retarded ass out of!”

JJ ran like fire, bunching off the bed, and dragging himself up onto the roof.  He ran at the big man then, and threw him a punch, which Hands caught in flight.  Then as he held it, JJ shot him one to the ribs, forcing him to release JJ’s previously held fist.  Hands for just a glimpse then, looked to the camera, before he lunged at the smaller, less muscular, less weighty, white figure, with tattoos on his arms, showing his allegiance to his racist prison clan.

Ten minutes later, he had him caught in a full nelson.  “You got to make it looks like I snaps your neck.  You got to fall down like a bag of coal, you hear me JJ?  Are else they won’t go for it?  You hear me?”

“I hear you.”

Then with a final kick; the body trapped –as if in a vice hold of an anaconda, went limp, and Hands letting it go; it fell heavily onto the flat roof.

Then he proudly beat his naked chest, after having stripped off his top, and cried out to the cameras, in a role King Kong couldn’t have done better himself; his roar probably being heard for miles.

Afterwards, he dropped to the ground.  And as if appearing in a psychotic rage; to anyone watching, went back into the cabin, where he set about destroying everything in sight.  His real reasons were simply.  To knock out any surveillance devices that might be around.  So to keep their watchers in the dark; as this was critical to their plans.

Ten minutes later, with both men positioned behind upturned beds, with mattresses, Hands said, “If we get out of all this in one piece, maybe I’ll look you up Chon.”

The oriental man, with the bald head, smiled back, “So JJ played like a dead body real good,” he said his words no more than a whisper.

And Hands replied back the same, “We should get that answer real soon, I guess.”

All he knew for sure, the trap was set.  Now they had to wait for their pray to walk into it.  He didn’t know then, in a matter of a few hours, they would all be dead.  He wouldn’t have believed either, in a million years, where that grim reaper was going to spring up from.                                       

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